It's taken me a while to figure this out. Portland has felt fundamentally different from the Bay Area in some way. It's still and calm... and that's it: there's no wind here. There's wind right next to the rivers and up in the Gorge and a couple of hours from here is the country's largest collections of turbines. But just out the window and on the street, the trees don't move.
Accidentally walked by this last week, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy5oN7fv8aw , happens every night for a couple of weeks each September. People sit out on lawn chairs in the park at sunset to watch. When I stumbled upon it I first thought they were waiting for an outdoor movie to begin after dark.
Karmicly strange: the best job opportunities so far are NOT in Portland and one in Portland at a company with the unfortunate acronym, 'UTI'.
Sublet ends on Tuesday midday and still haven't arranged next place.