Portland Update - September 2014

Last week my friend TJ left for China. We had this idea to write "updates," or some kind of epistolary  series of stories/essays about our respective cities. TJ is in a city in China that I can't remember the name of now, except that it is the place where they found the terra cotta warriors.

Yesterday I went down to the Sandy River with my boyfriend and some friends. Around three o'clock, my youngest sister Simone showed up with some masks. She and my other sister Rachael, have been filming my other sister Ana's kids in short films. They call the series "Gorilla Galaxy." Ana and her husband don't want their kids' faces on the internet (and I don't blame them,) so Simone and Rachael have taken to having the kids wear these creepy masks. The effect is lynchian if not absurd. Not only that, but my nieces and nephew write the plots of the films, which do often not make sense. 

Later, when Ana and her kids arrived, we asked my nephew Charlie why they call the films "Gorilla Galaxy." Charlie munched on a Dorito and extended one hand, "we wanted to call them Ape Space, but Rachael googled it and there is already a band called Ape Space, so we called it Gorilla Galaxy."

We got up to leave as Simone, Ana and her children were discussing the  plot points of their latest film. 

In other news, I have finally sent off questions to Dodie Bellamy for an interview for Bookforum. I was quite intimidated by the whole process; I'm not used to having to sound intelligent. 

In Portland, in general, new construction is going up everywhere. There is a possibility that I will be moving in with some friends in the Williams neighborhood and I am flabbergasted by how much the area has changed. Of course, you know that Division street has changed massively in the last ten years, and this change has been mostly concentrated in the last four years. It has taken on a life of its own; Portland's population is supposed to grow by something like three million in the next twenty years. I have stopped caring so much about it. It has beaten me for now.

The spot we visited yesterday on the Sandy is "secret." It actually isn't secret at all and you can find it on google maps. I pretend that it's secret anyway, because it makes me feel like I have some control over something. Three women were floating by on inflatable mattresses. They hollered at us from the middle of the river, "How did you get down here?"

"It's a secret!" I yelled back. 

My friend Michael wanted to take his own car so that he could drive back early, but I stressed to everyone not wanting to take more than two cars. Maybe I should just stop caring about my secret river spot too. 

here is a link to the last episode of gorilla galaxy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NL1rQ_TMAU0

The music is by my brother Michael Grover.