Chromatica

I’ve got a double portrait photo for you all today. This was taken on the Fourth at a hotdog place downtown. if you’re ever in Portland and you just gotta have a hotdog seek out SuperDog. So many sausage choices. And what better to go with your hotdog than beer. Get that too.

So we were attempting to enjoy a nice lunch and the people next to us kept prattling on about existentialism and cultures and countries around the world that they’ve never been to. Let me tell you it can be quite irritating, maddening in fact. And yet they seem totally oblivious to the fact that they know nothing of other cultures. But they continue, content to blather on about things they know nothing about, each trying to come off as intellectually superior to the other even though they are both regurgitating the same drivel they learned in class that day.

And I am not claiming to know more about other cultures, because I don’t. The only culture, subculture really, that I can claim to know anything about is the one that I myself belong to because I don’t live in another culture, I live here, in the U.S. Sure, I’ve heard about them, just as they have, but I can’t claim to know what members of other cultures are thinking. But the difference between them and I is the fact that, in the grand scheme of things, I know I don’t know anything about anything. They don’t seem to grasp this.

Anyhow, you all need to check out The Dark Knight if you haven’t already. It was pretty wicked.

~Jake