Profile Response: Gerhardt Quast, Portland OR

 

HWWLT Logo on yellowWe often debate the influence of nature versus nurture in childhood development. But how do the adult forces that act upon us shape middle-aged lives? I know several men whose careers were cut short in their fifties, leaving them without a full span of professional satisfaction or the economic stability they’d anticipated. Gerhardt Quast is a thoughtful man with a background in committed community. Now he lives alone. I could not help but wonder how his career reversals contribute to his more isolated life.

“My friend’s say I’m a hoarder.” Gerhardt remarks without irony as he shows me through his townhouse in Portland’s St. John neighborhood. I am inclined to dismiss his assertion because I’m pretty sure a true hoarder would never admit to it, nor would he invite someone to stay in his home. Gerhardt does have a lot of stuff and many unpacked boxes in a place he’s owned over a year. But I have unpacked boxes in a house I’ve occupied twenty years; I just have the benefit of hiding them in a basement.

Gerhardt’s originally a machinist from Duluth. He’s moved between Minnesota and Oregon a few times as work opportunities sprouted and failed. He had a stable job as a Quality Assurance engineer, secure enough to invest in a house, but he was laid off in July. Like many men unemployed in their fifties, Gerhardt’s disenchanted with his economic options. He’s not pursuing another engineering job. Instead, he’s decided it’s time to do what he wants. He’s studying music and hopes to be a bass player in a band. It may not be the most promising career path at this stage in his life, but it’s time to do what he loves.

Gerhardt is an active member or Portland’s Society of Friends and was involved in one of Portland’s early cohousing communities. He speaks of community with a tinge of reverence and regret, as if he misses it but doesn’t have the energy to commit to it anymore. Late a night I heard Gerhardt playing his guitar. He is very good. I hope music brings him the connections he seeks.

How will we live tomorrow?

imgres“When I lived in Cascadia Cohousing, it was barely intentional, but that is what you need. What I think is going to work is more communities that are organized. There will be more cohousing, more CSA’s (community supported agriculture).

“There are times that I am glad I don’t have kids. I have nieces and nephews and I am embarrassed by what we are leaving them.”

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Trip Log – Day 173 – San Luis Obispo, CA to Santa Maria, CA

SSLO to LompucOctober 25, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 47

Miles to Date: 8,972

States to Date: 25

You know you’ve been on a diet of excessive beauty when a day rolling along the California coast seems ho-hum. But after Big Sur, mere hills and valleys, distant seas and invigorating salt air are commonplace. So, instead of dramatic views I offer close-ups of the many trees and plants I found along a single stretch of California Route 227. New England may be glowing in fall colors this time of year, but California offers its own vegetative charm.

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Profile Response: Mike Riscica, Portland, OR

 

HWWLT Logo on yellowMike Riscica lives in top floor of the Biltmore, a classic early twentieth century apartment block in the Alphabet Soup area of Portland; an appropriate place for a young architect. Within minutes of my arrival, Mike grabbed a Car-2-Go a block away and whisked me downtown to visit Michael Grave’s famous Portland Building, the first significant Postmodern building. “I live in like a five mile bubble.” Mike explained as we strolled back toward his flat, stopping along the way for dinner, then drinks. Mike’s from New York City, and his life in Portland is laced with the attributes we assign to New York hipsters, without The Big Apple’s hassles.

imagesSince architecture school, Mike’s worked for small design firms and the City of Portland. The weekend we met he’d just given notice. At age 35, he was striking out on his own. Although he will likely continue design work on the side, Mike’s main enterprise is a series of blogs and books aimed at young architects; most importantly an online book aimed at helping people pass the Architectural Registration Exam. Mike’s a social media whiz with an entrepreneurial streak, and a bit disenchanted with architectural practice. “The Internet will chip away at traditional models of practice. The big firms, SOM, will not disappear, but will have diminished influence. Small firms will find more specific niches as client’s fine tune the right designer for their project.”

imagesMichael may decide to be more directly involved in design in the future, but for now his full energy is devoted to creating a viable business from his experiences as a young professional and his expertise at completing the registration exam. “I try to be optimistic. Being an architect is great, but it’s also tough and super competitive. The profession will be fine if we can just stay away from the narcissism.” Mike doesn’t have to worry about that.

How will we live tomorrow?

imgres“The Internet will play a much bigger role than it already does. It will move architecture in very good ways. There will be more ways for entrepreneurs to work outside the box.

“From a negative perspective, Internet communication will increase but face-to-face communication will become more important as it becomes more rare. I see a lot of traditional beliefs getting thrown out the window.

“Everything will be redefined. The idea of work, the idea of family; it’s all so different than it was a few years ago, and it is going to evolve further away from our common definitions.”

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Trip Log – Day 172 – Los Osos, CA to San Luis Obispo, CA

Morro Bay to SLOOctober 24, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 21

Miles to Date: 8,925

States to Date: 25

IMG_4909When you have an unavoidable day of administration work to set up travel plans for Santa Barbara and Los Angeles, it’s lucky to be in San Luis Obispo, where the Madonna Inn offers a midday diversion from reality. Although I visited Cal Poly’s campus and SLO’s vibrant downtown, the main event of this college town is the eclectic Madonna Inn, a three-dimensional confection that Alex Madonna constructed at the base of his very own mountain.

imagesThe urinal in the men’s room is so famous it’s impossible to use. Women are always barging in to take a peak.

 

 

 

 

images-4The cakes are also noteworthy. I had a piece of Toffee Crunch for lunch – it was a complete meal, except perhaps for its nutritional content.

 

 

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images-2I didn’t get to see any of the 100+ unique rooms, but the lobbies and cafe were plenty garish for me. Besides, two hundred bucks a night and up is well beyond my taste. Instead, I stayed with a terrific friend-of-a-friend host whose house has a commanding view of the entire valley – including the Madonna Inn.

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Responses: How will we live tomorrow?

HWWLT Logo on yellowHow will we live tomorrow?

“I try to live in today. Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow is not here yet. I try to be in the moment. It’s like Christ and the cross. Christ was crucified between two liars. Today is real. Yesterday is clouded by memory; tomorrow is unknown. We can only trust Christ. We can only trust today.”

Denise Adams, CALPERA Conference attendee, Monterey, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“However you want to live.”

Abraham, real estate developer, at GooglePlex, Mountain View, CA

“Religions are like brothers. They each have their similarities but also their differences. I am Jewish. I was in a dark place. I read Rumi, the Persian poet. Through him, I found myself, and then I found my Jewishness.”

How will we live tomorrow?

“Like today, but with less alcohol and friends.”

Bree, Santa Cruz newcomer at Seabright Brewery Neighborhood Night, Santa Cruz, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I assume tomorrow will represent some sort of Orwellian nightmare! One can only hope lol.”

Xander Panda Bear, event planner, Santa Barbara, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Retirement is when no one works for you.”

Tom Black, helicopter search and rescue volunteer, San Luis Obispo, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’ve always worried about what my worth is; what am I giving? My goal is to touch people. I know I’ve done that.”

Debbie Littlejohn, Alaskan hiker, San Luis Obispo, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Private Google and Apple transport services rob us of community. We have to reign in the elites.”

Will Bartee, Software Engineer, Santa Cruz, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I m going to the tip of South America to teach English.”

O’Brian Reilly, 81, Public School Teacher for 38 years, Aptos, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“In order to understand how we will live tomorrow, we have to be able to know where we are today. We cannot access that. We can’t see where we are from the inside.”

Scott Joly, Social instigator, Santa Cruz, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“By helping each other.”

Mike Nelson, surfer from Atlantic City NJ in Big Sur, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I am creative. I will cook, sew and make things for others. I am living my dream right here. I have the sea, the sun, and I sell cookies.”

Stephanie, Brown Butter Cookie Company, Cayucos, CA

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Trip Log – Day 171 –Pacific Valley, CA to Los Osos, CA

Lucia to Morro BayOctober 23, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 66

Miles to Date: 8,904

States to Date: 25

 IMG_4864Warmshowers superhost Murdock is a San Francisco 49’rs superfan, so even though the Seahawks trounced the 49’rs Thursday night, I still woke up more sports paraphernalia than I’ve even seen. Murdock lived up to his reputation by fueling me with waffles topped with ice cream and real maple syrup for breakfast. I pedaled mighty well on that combo.

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IMG_4877The first portion of my day was more Big Sur terrain – incredible hills cut into the coast with occasional exclusive estates hanging over the sea. At one vista a guy hovering on the guard rail exclaimed, “You never get tired of this.”  Which is true.  Watching the waves is mesmerizing and majestic.

IMG_4879The world leveled out into a broad coastal plane where the cycling was easy and the ocean gorgeous. Crowds of elephant seals sunned themselves on the sand, and a few splashed in the water.

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IMG_4888I stopped in Cambria for lunch – the burrito at Sandy’s Deli is very good. South of town California One pulls away from shore, and the landscape reverts to California’s trademark bald brown hills.

I fell in love with the beach town Cayucos, and not just because it’s home of the Brown Sugar Butter Cookie, though that would be reason enough. Cayucos is funky and friendly and the air’s a perfect mix of sun and sea. Besides, the local church touts noteworthy messages.

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Morro Bay, just down the road, is larger and less charming. Highway One turns into a freeway and I felt the first surge of Southern California speed. Fortunately, I turned away from the highway to my host’s home in Los Osos and witnessed a dramatic sunset over the marshes.

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Trip Log – Day 170 – Monterey, CA to Pacific Valley, CA

Monterey to LuciaOctober 22, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 63

Miles to Date: 8,838

States to Date: 25

 The fabled ride down California Highway One south from Carmel through Big Sur is a captivating sequence of the sea meeting the land. There are silky beaches, shallow shoals, waves crashing against granite outcroppings and water spouting up sheer cliffs. I began the day beneath a carpet of clouds, pedaled through hours of bright sun, until misty fog rolled over the hills. The sea scent was strong. The sun’s heat was dissipated by thermal drafts and crosscurrents through the canyons. Giant hawks swooped and circled, playing on the tricky breeze. The road itself is gorgeous, a sinewy ribbon that weaves up and down cliffs. Elegant bridges span deep creeks. Highway One was built during the Depression; California’s first scenic highway. It’s still the best.

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Profile Response: Dennis Perry, Wayerhaeuser, Longview, WA

HWWLT Logo on yellowWeyerhaeuser signs are all over Washington’s western forests, dating when the company harvests and replants forests. There are other signs of the giant company as well – huge mills, billowing smokestacks, rows and rows of workers’ housing near the two-mile long plant in Longview, impoverished Raymond where the industry has pulled back. Dennis Perry has been a systems analyst at Weyerhaeuser for over thirty years. He loves the company that has been good to him and has done so much to help America grow. But he is cognizant of the tricky balance between agriculture, ecology, and industry which factors into everything Weyerhaeuser does.

IMG_3843Frederick Weyerhaeuser purchased a bankrupt mill in Wisconsin in 1900, bought up surrounding forests, clear cut them, and made a fortune. He moved the company to the Northwest in search of more forests, and by the 1940’s the company realized it needed to rethink the entire enterprise. Instead of considering trees a one-time resource, they began to treat their land as agricultural holdings to be replanted and harvested anew. Lumber is an unusual crop because trees take so long to yield. Still, Weyerhaeuser’s scientists have genetically modified Douglas firs that used to be fully mature in 75 to 80 years. Now they’re ready for harvest within forty years. This seemed like an unambiguous good until the 2000’s when studies revealed that faster growing forests don’t support the range of bio-diversity found in traditional forests.

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The company, which now owns over seven million acres of timber, exists in a complex web of regulation and preference, such that one can argue that it is unfairly coddled or inhibited depending on your point of view. As an American company, Weyerhaeuser has access to lumber in federally owned forests, which foreign firms do not, but it must sell that lumber to domestic mills. On its own land, Weyerhaeuser still clear cuts. The company has few milling operations anymore. It produces mountains of pulp for paper and disposable diapers. The rest of it’s own lumber it ships overseas.

imgres-3Dennis is not a policy maker, advocate, or protester. He is expert and making whatever Weyerhaeuser chooses to produce as efficiently as possible. But the history of the company is representative of the challenges we have in moving toward a sustainable world. Historically, we’ve rewarded people of great initiative, even when that initiative pillaged the land. Although the Weyerhaeuser family no longer owns the company that bears their name, the shareholder’s objectives that shape how seven million acres of our country are treated do not necessarily align with the objectives of the rest of us.

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_3839-1“I am biased by how I am looking forward to living in retirement. I enjoy cycling and calling home a place where I do many things without getting in a car. I have a Honda, though I can’t recall the last time I put gas in it. When I retire, I look forward to having a lower impact in the world.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 169 –Santa Cruz, CA to Monterey, CA

Santa Cruz to MontereyOctober 21, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 51

Miles to Date: 8,775

States to Date: 25 

IMG_4798Pedaling south along the cusp of Monterey Bay offers something for everyone. My day began with great coffee and chat with my Santa Cruz couchsurfing hosts about the state of the world. Before leaving town, I ate a healthy but pricey breakfast at Staff of Life’s community table, and then cycled side streets to avoid California 1 traffic.

IMG_4806Eventually I got on Alameda Road, which parallels the bay with lettuce, kale, and strawberry fields. It was strawberry harvest time, which is a labor-intensive activity. Crowds of Mexicans bent over the low plants, picked the fruit, and placed them directly into the plastic Driscoll’s containers we find in every supermarket. Perhaps the containers get rinsed somewhere along the line, but I will be extra diligent to wash them out of the box from now own.

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Newly planted fields are wrapped in plastic sheathing that shimmers in the sun. Laborers walk each aisle and cut a circle in the plastic every foot or so to let the plants emerge. Additional laborers hand dig tranches along the ends of each row for irrigation. The crews are so large portable toilet trailers and taco vendors service the hardworking people.

I stopped in Watsonville for some excellent Mexican pastries. Unfortunately someone ripped my tire pump off Surly while I ate. I replaced it at the next bike shop, with one that actually works better. Still, it’s disheartening that people are compelled to damage and steal.

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The southern half of Monterey Bay has a dedicated bike path that follows the dunes and runs right into town. Cannery Row has been turned into condos and restaurants, but Monterey is still full of colorful looking characters that John Steinbeck could write about with flourish.

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I stayed with a group of four army officers studying non-violent methods at the Naval Institute. We ate steak and drank beer and chatted about the state of the world. There were more similarities than differences between my morning and evening hosts. Its a good omen for tomorrow when a military man states, “Non-violent action is twice as likely to succeed in it’s objective than violence.”

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Trip Log – Day 168 – San Jose, CA to Santa Cruz, CA

San Jose to Santa CruzOctober 20, 2015 – Sun, 75 degrees

Miles Today: 48

Miles to Date: 8,724

States to Date: 25

imagesThe ride from San Jose to Santa Cruz was both beautiful and shorter than I anticipated. That’s a winning combination. After a good breakfast with my super-fun warmshowers host family Meg, Dean, Dexter and Kylie, I climbed Los Gatos Canyon and around Jefferson Reservoir. I don’t even bother to take photos of near empty California reservoirs anymore; there’s no visual or news value in that. I had been warned about gravel and dirt sections, and so was prepared for a bit of slow going, but once on Old Santa Cruz Highway the pavement was super fine and the traffic was – what traffic? Cars here are stuck to their freeways, which are bumper-to-bumper until ten in the morning. My descent was speedy but not too steep. I arrived in Soquel by eleven and in Santa Cruz before noon.

Santa Cruz is a tricky place to define. Part honkytonk, part hippie-funk, part high-end retail. A place where Rocky Horror Picture Show and Steve Jobs – the Movie play at the same theater.

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After lunch along the dappled light of quant Main Street I decided to visit UC Santa Cruz. I’ve known several people who went to school there, and the campus plan was much discussed when I studied architecture forty years ago.

imgresToday, the fifty-year-old campus epitomizes both the good and the bad about 1960’s architecture and planning. For me, the problems outweigh the attributes. First, UCSC is miles from town. What is the point of being so far away? It’s a gas guzzling hassle to get there. Once on campus, immense fields separate students from any facsimile of real life, which was the point at the time but seems exclusive today.

images-2When you finally get there, it’s all long slung, asymmetrical buildings that are afraid to make a statement. The students reflect the detached nature of the place. While Berkeley and Stanford are crowded with Chinese and Indian students, the folks here are overwhelmingly white. To be sure, Berkeley and Stanford are too intense for their student’s wellness, but UCSC appears extreme in the opposite direction.

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