Sheba
@shebainpdx.bsky.social
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Mom, spouse, educator, gardener, 107IST, arrogant, self-important ass/RCTID royalty/Miss Congeniality, Real Oviedo accionista. Anti-racist, anti-fascist. Trans rights are human rights. Leave this place better than it was when you got here. she/her
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shebainpdx.bsky.social
Honestly I don't remember *anything* remotely like this ever happening in those Schoolhouse Rock videos
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jeffvandermeer.bsky.social
This heartfelt and meaningful statement by Portland resident and author Cristina Breshears on another social media platform bears reposting here. I don't think the intent is to idealize Portland but to remind all of us what is important and why. (Posted here with permission.)
For nine nights now, the steady thrum of Black Hawk helicopters has circled over Portland. The sound is constant, invasive; a low mechanical beating above our homes. It’s expensive. It’s intimidating. And it’s unnecessary.

Our protests have been largely peaceful. There is no insurrection here. Yet this federalized military presence makes us feel like we are living in a war zone (the very kind of chaos this administration claims to be protecting us from). 

The irony is painful: it is only this occupation that makes Portland feel unsafe.

Each hour of helicopter flight costs taxpayers between $2,000 and $4,000, depending on crew, fuel, and maintenance. Multiply that by multiple aircraft over multiple nights, and you’re looking at hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of dollars burned into the sky. Meanwhile, the Woodstock Food Pantry at All Saints Episcopal Church — which feeds working families, elders, and people with disabilities — has seen its federal funding slashed by 75%. How can we justify pouring public money into intimidation while cutting aid to those who simply need to eat?

This is waste, fraud, and abuse in plain sight:
* Waste of public resources on military theatrics.
* Fraud in the name of “public safety.”
* Abuse of the communities that federal agencies claim to protect.

Portland is a Sanctuary City. A sanctuary city is not a fortress. It’s a promise — a living vow that a community will protect the dignity and safety of everyone who calls it home. It means that local governments and ordinary people alike will refuse to criminalize survival. That schools, clinics, churches, and shelters will remain safe spaces no matter who you are or where you were born. But the term reaches far beyond policy. It’s an ethic of belonging; a refusal to criminalize need, difference, or desperation. 
Sanctuary isn’t weakness. It’s courage. It takes moral strength to meet suffering with care instead of punishment, to believe that our neighbors’ safety is bound up in our own, to insist that safety is not achieved through force but through community, inclusion, and trust. It is living Matthew 25:40 out loud and in deed. It is an act of moral imagination and moral defiance. To hold sanctuary is to say: you belong here.

When we hold space for the most vulnerable — refugees, the unhoused, the undocumented, the disabled, the working poor, the displaced — we become something larger than a collection of individuals. We become a moral body. We do more than offer charity. We offer witness. We declare that the measure of a nation is found not in its towers or tanks, but in its tenderness.

Sanctuary cities are not lawless; they are soulful. They represent the conscience of the nation, a place where the laws of empathy still apply. To make sanctuary is to affirm that the United States is not merely a geographic territory, but a moral experiment: a republic that must constantly choose between fear and compassion, between domination and democracy. 
A nation’s soul is measured not by the might of its military, but by the mercy of its people. When helicopters circle our skies in the name of order, while food pantries struggle to feed the hungry, we are forced to ask: What are we defending, and from whom? The soul of a nation survives only when we make sanctuary for one another. Not through walls or weapons, but through compassion and collective will. If we allow intimidation to replace compassion, we will have traded our conscience for control.

Please know that despite the hum of war machines overhead, the conscience of our city — whimsical, creative, stubbornly kind — can still be heard.

Portland is not the problem. Portland is the reminder. A reminder that a city can still choose to be sanctuary. That a people can still choose to be human.
shebainpdx.bsky.social
Fact. That ball was perfect.
shebainpdx.bsky.social
That goal was pretty sweet!
shebainpdx.bsky.social
I've only been on this planet for like 62 years but that was definitely a top ten moment for me. ❤️
shebainpdx.bsky.social
Now we just need to get his older brother out there with us. 😂
shebainpdx.bsky.social
I think by high school, some player attitudes and other life events drove the joy out of being on the field for him, and he stepped away from playing for a while. It makes my heart sing to see him out there having fun on the pitch again. And playing on a team with him is an absolute delight. ❤️
shebainpdx.bsky.social
When his older brother played, he wanted to play too, but we told him he had to wait until he was five (U6 was the youngest rec soccer available at the time). On his fifth birthday, he raced out to the driveway, fully expecting a soccer team to be there waiting for him.
shebainpdx.bsky.social
It brings me such joy to see my son on the pitch again. He is so fluid with the ball at his feet. As a very young child he LOVED soccer and would make up games in our tiny house, kicking whatever spherical object he could find around the kitchen, scoring imaginary goals into the foot of our bed.
shebainpdx.bsky.social
7v7 co-ed tonight. We won 5-1 & I didn't die AND @efilnikufsin.bsky.social absolutely roofed one with an assist from my son AND I one-timed a through ball ALSO assisted by my son for a score which has never happened before in my life so that was CERTAINLY a win. I'm a happy soccer Mom tonight! 🥰⚽🥅
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shebainpdx.bsky.social
If it does a good job with multi grain bread it will be worth it! I'll keep you posted 🍞
shebainpdx.bsky.social
So @efilnikufsin.bsky.social got me a fancy bread maker for my birthday (yes, THAT fancy one) and today I took the dough cycle out for a spin. Looking forward to slicing into these baguettes tonight! 😋
Two baguette loaves ready to go into the oven Two baguette loaves fresh out of the oven
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ianboudreau.com
It simply should not be possible for the president to repeatedly claim that a major city is burning without a wall of live standups happening in that city clearly demonstrating that it is not
ianboudreau.com
American broadcast journalism has utterly failed and is a dead industry, there's nothing left worth saving
shebainpdx.bsky.social
We have a SURFEIT of mugs so
shebainpdx.bsky.social
I think the rule is: you bring a mug in, you take one of yours out.

Haven't tested it yet though, will advise
shebainpdx.bsky.social
It occurs to me that there have probably been more innings without beer sales than with beer sales at this point
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radlein.bsky.social
[sad violin music]

"My Dearest Martha... Our supplies are getting low. The concourse is entirely out of nachos. I pray divine providence will allow us to see each other again one day, in this world or the next"
radlein.bsky.social
"11th Inning: Just This One Damned Game"
radlein.bsky.social
Well, now we know what the next "inning" of Ken Burns' "Baseball" will be
shebainpdx.bsky.social
Can they do some sort of golden goal or something?

I feel for you guys
shebainpdx.bsky.social
Not sure why, but lately if I do Spotify radio based off of any contemporary Latinx music the play list trends heavily toward Bad Bunny. I am irrationally exuberant about this, NGL
shebainpdx.bsky.social
Every time you have chicken for dinner, save bones & leftovers in the freezer. Every time you chop veggies, save ends & bits in the freezer. When you have enough, dump em into a crockpot, cover w/water, cook overnight on low, season to taste & strain. Congrats, you just made kickass chicken broth!
A crockpot full of leftover chicken bones and vegetable bits, about to become kickass chicken broth
shebainpdx.bsky.social
I still want an enamel pin. We have a solemn vow in the house about mugs. If I bring one in I have to take one out.
shebainpdx.bsky.social
Pepperidge Farm remembers. 😉
August 2002 Portland protest outside of a George Bush the elder fundraiser, $25K to get a picture with the guy. As a result of this and other protests, Bush later referred to Portland as "Little Beirut." Photo credit Peter Nelson.