This has been my favorite "unexplained weird shit" thing for years now.
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I don't care what anyone says.
It's almost impossible to get Chinese food with MSG in Portland.
It's also almost impossible to get good Chinese food in Portland.
Pfft. I'm a 33 Kevin.
No, seriously, I'm 33 and my real name is Kevin.
You could do the "PORTLAND TO PORTLAND" tour, Oregon to Maine (with a few side trips).
I don't ever want to go to Portland, Maine. I picture it as the inverse Portland, where there isn't even any proper doom, just endless amounts of crappy beer and crappy people and nothing ever goes right and I don't LIKE anyone and there's RWHN all over my shoes, screaming about "protecting our assets and it's like the Reagan years NEVER ENDED.
I don't know why, but this piece made me remember that there is a terrible Facebook group called "Dead Memories Portland", in which, as far as I can tell, dead people fawn over their recollections of the way things were when they were alive. They speak with cloying adoration about The Good Old Days, back when Portland Was Great.
Those days never happened. With the exception of 2006-2006, Portland has never been as good as it is now; it's never had more housing, more jobs, less violence, better food, less pollution, or more fun things to do and see. You can even swim in the river now, and most of the Superfund sites are at least appropriately fenced off with barbed wire. Yet they describe with aching longing the absolute shitholes they remember from wayback when they could still taste, places that were never good and would be shut down by the health department if they were open now, like Poor Richards (2 godawful greasy sandwiches for the price of 1) and Quality Pie (the name is a lie. A dirty, dirty lie). They reminisce about the rat-infested drug fronts and the porn theaters, god what a terrible shame that earthquake hazard was torn down, remember getting molested out back of the gas station across the street one or two or six times, back in the Seventies? Back in the Good Old Days.