Working For the Weekend
On the AirBART shuttle from the Coliseum station to the Oakland airport I spied a Carrow’s and a Red Lion, two chains I thought had ceased to exist just because I hadn’t encountered one in […]
Beaver State of Mind
Where the Story Ends
Last week while in Portland, Oregon I reluctantly read an article titled A Twee Grows in Brooklyn (and the twee keeps growing) about the Portlandification of said borough. I also turned 39 while in the […]
I <3 Trolls
True confessions: only recently did I figure out what <3 meant. That symbol has confounded me since the day I first saw it who knows when. Love? I always thought it looked like testicles and […]
That’s Not Football!
What I learned about Portland Timbers fans from the only sports story I’ll likely read all year: “stadium vendors hawk barbecued-tofu sandwiches, spinach salads and chocolate-covered bacon.” "The Timbers are all about helping out their […]
Mallrats
Right around the same time I found “springfield oregon how to tell if a beggar really needs money” in my search log, I spoke to my sister (who is now house-hunting in Eugene, but not […]
There’d Better Be a Sketch About Violent Locavores
"Portlandia incorporates a series of absurdist short films featuring Armisen and Brownstein playing different characters, such as the owners of a feminist bookstore, a militant bike messenger and a punk rock couple negotiating a 'safe […]
Ten Percent
Sometimes I feel very New York. Or maybe I just mean impatient. Thursday, for no reason whatsoever I was getting steamed while steamrolling pedestrians on my walk from subway to office thinking about how Portlanders […]
Taylor-Made
I went to a real college in the sense that I have a legitimate B.F.A. but it wasn’t a real college by typical measures. There were only about 25 students in my graduating class and […]
Down and Out in Oregon
“portland downscale swingers bars“ For some reason I can’t help but think this must be Oregon not Maine. I do love that this searcher (who ended up here on this site) was sick of all […]
Busy Is, as Busy Does
Portland is about as non-city as a city can be yet I heard much about how it was too “busy” from friends, family and strangers (it’s why the middle-aged loudmouth lady with the very broad […]