Getting CIMBY and UnCIMBYed by the Multnomah Village CIMBYs: A Satirical Tragedy

 

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I meant to write Portland is underseige but it came out underserved. Wham! It hit me. People don’t realize how true this is. A Saturday morning on Facebook meant reading about the aftermath of the previous night’s protest and the Feds vs protesters situation along with posts about the mask/no mask controversy. When I found myself reading about CIMBYs I was clobbered. I’m a CIMBY. The post was too clever to be real. I missed the part of the initial post that labelled it satire. Dissenting opinions were met with tact, surrealistic wit and no one who commented was beaten perjoratively about the head and shoulders.

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CIMBY, in case you’re wondering, is Chipotle In My Backyard. The crux of a joke that I couldn’t accept because I realized I never want to not be within two miles of a Chipotle. Ever. I started to sweat realizing I wasn’t sure where the nearest Chipotle was. Two miles is easily covered by a light jog. Anything else means getting in a car or running further. As I write this I thought of the Chipotle in NE near the Lloyd Center—not close! There might be one down Barbur Boulevard but I realized that’s one of those places that starts with the letter B. (Baja Fresh) There could be one down Hall Boulevard, my favorite street in Beaverton, but I don’t want to go there.

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My instant CIMBY conversion led to disappointment. It’s unlikely a Chipotle will materialize in Multnomah Village. It would be nice for that one or two times a year I might get a craving for a fast and robust burrito that I help put together by calling out ingredients. If it all has to be a humorous diversion why did their guac have to be discussed as if it’s excellent? I would crave it more if it were accessible. Also, what about the joyous margarita parties lampooned in the post? While I abstain from alcohol, it sure would be fun for a few minutes to stumble upon raccaous frivolity in the Village once in a while.

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The corporate creep from Starbucks left a bad taste in one of the commentator’s mouth. They’re awfully nice in that store. Try returning a drink that’s not made to your exact specifications and they’ll cheerfully make you another. Portland has bigger battles at the moment, I know, but I’d want that Chipotle to be placed in the retail section of the latest condominium. I suppose that’s asking a bit much.

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I reached out to the guy who wrote the post but he didn’t get back to me. It was probably my mess of a Facebook messenger message. I don’t think I would have responded if I’d received a message like that. I would have assumed it was from a crackpot. It reminds me of how hapless and devoid of ideas I’ve become to write about a Facebook post in the first place. It had me laughing myself to tears—not easy to explain or reenact. Lately Facebook has offered a fair share of hate reads. After that I get distracted by a cat video before I start to wonder again if social media is the best use of my time.

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For once I found pure entertainment. People who were too serious were met with oddball responses like that’s a “GIANT TINY IDEA.” Lot’s of commenters played a long but others were as serious as Margaret Dumont dealing with the Marx Brothers. One guy had no idea how his writing “no no no” could be construed as an Amy Winehouse lyric. Obscene references were tossed around for Taco Bell and Chipotle became the rather offensive Shitpotle. Descriptions for Chipotle being “extremely delicious” had me wondering why delicious is such a funny word. There was mention of someone preferring Qdoba branding himself a QIMBY. Another place I can’t pronounce. Where’s the U? A helpful response revealed that a new Chipotle would help a Negative Nancy become a Joyous Jane. Someone even managed to drop a Parrot Head reference. I started ascending to heaven. At least I found out there’s a Chipotle on Beaverton Hillsdale Highway—still too far for my taste. Somehow a sign-of-the-times accusation of racism creeped into the post—a misunderstanding that was cleared up when once again it was pointed out that the post was satire. Oh satire, how I’ve missed you! Most of the responders were having a good time. The pressure was off. No one was really having to go to a meeting, debate the merits of a real Chipotle in Multnomah Village or mobilize in anyway to make my newly found, yet soon to be unrealized dream a reality.

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After reports of 50 plus straight days of violent, murderous, bloody rioting in the streets of Portland with Federal troops, the likes of which haven’t been seen in America since before the Revolutionary War, I was left to obsess over the realization that I do not live within two miles of a Chipotle restaurant. Portland truly is underserved. I considered this until that CIMBY reference. A Chipotle in my backyard, so maybe I’m pining for a bigger back yard. At the suggestion of making buttons and bumper stickers I thought this movement could get serious. While activities in downtown Portland boil over, a movement in the name of burrito liberty, guac justice and the pursuit of happiness from a full Chipotle meal stomach extinguished itself in my corner of SW Portland. It was a grand idea gone awry or at the very least lost in the whims of satire.

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A Journey Fourth Into A Slight History of Portland Flag Waving

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Happy to be stuck on you.

Previous flag posts will give you my thoughts on Old Glory as I’ve reflected in the past on this most American of all holidays but I know you’re really here to celebrate by seeing images of the Stars and Stripes in all its glory. I like images of the flags in various forms and iterations. Some might appear disrespectful, maybe when you’re talking apparel and you’re not sure if something should worn or hoisted up a flag pole.

I take pictures of flags throughout the year to prepare for this post. Last year I posted my flag tribute early, a rare feat, but last year we were traveling on the Fourth of July. I had photos I never got to from last year that I know get a chance to show. Being well into flag season, which runs from Memorial Day through Labor Day, displays are out in full force for all of us to admire and celebrate. If you can’t get enough Fourth of July head over to the Pittsburgh Orbit, the birth place of patriotic display blog posts for additional coverage.

Tire Flap Flag

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Call me the breeze.

This image can’t escape getting roughed up from mud, road debris and water. Like any flag it stays the course in it’s role as a beacon of liberty all while looking good doing it.

Highway Fly Way

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This way to the egress.

Hitting the highway for the Fourth makes for more opportunities to see flag displays if you happen to be taking the I-5 North highway off of Capitol Highway. This flag had been planted in a pole apparatus next to the roadway. It didn’t appear to a sanctioned flag holder so some ingenuity employed in finding ways to display this flag.

Centerpiece Flag

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Signing ceremony.

There’s nothing that’s going to make me want to work at the Tigard Home Depot more than a flag centerpiece at their job recruitment table. It’s decorative and right on target. Uh, that’s a different store. Anyway, they get points for the effort of adding anything considered decoration in their efforts to find employees.

Bracket It!

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Furl assistance appreciated.

Near the fireworks stand sharing space with the Tigard Fred Meyers (again in Tigard), I spotted Old Glory with a feature that adds an unfurled effect. The white bar across the top looks like it’s engineered to extend the star-spangled banner allowing it to wave more freely. It’s a great concept that I wish more flags would adopt.

Hydrant Flag

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Patriotic hydration.

A flag will spruce up anything. It sure distracts one’s attention from something like a hydrant. This South Portland scene caught my eye and while it’s an unusual combination, it works. There’s no need to paint fire hydrants red, white and blue like we did when we celebrated the Bicentennial. Hydrants just need a built in mini flag holder.

The Flag of Encampment

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Hanging around.

Hung from a tree near an urban camp site in South Portland (again with the South Portland), I noticed it was upside down. I can overlook this because it’s inclusion to the setting injects a dose of patriotism. And while it’s unfortunate, it is a reality that some people have to sleep under the stars.

Pallet it, Pal

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Wood you be my neighbor?

 

I always want to believe a pallet flag is a handmade/homemade piece of yard art but I wouldn’t know hand crafted from store bought. Either way it still represents the flag well.

Stuck On Flag

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Flag appeal.

They might peel but the colors of this sticker flag seen in the West Portland Park neighborhood never run. I do love a good sticker flag. No poles, bracket mounts or location hinderances. You can put it anywhere, within reason.

Group Flag

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When we gather.

Flags in groups are part of the more the merrier style of decorating and they support the idea that you can never have too much of a good thing. When a gang of flags combine with another flag of almost any kind, shape or size, it gets even better.

Small Flag, Big America

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Let’s get small.

I can’t remember where I got this mini flag but when I photographed it in the backyard I decided it looked epic. So really what are these for? I tried to remember. To attach a pickle to a hamburger, perhaps? No matter the size and scale is just right for a close up.

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More Portland Orbit coverage:

https://portlandorbit.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/special-flag-edition-2018-you-can-critique-the-flag/