I was feeling a little blue this afternoon but, fortunately, this New York Times article perked me right up. It's nice to know that Powell's Books and Portland at large is what the Old Gray Lady considers prime examples of everything sick, sad and wrong with the woeful state of the nation's economy. It seems like just yesterday they were making this city out to be a utopia. But I guess every would-be Atlantis has to take on water at some point.

So what is it like to live in a city that's "a "spiral of fear and diminished expectations assailing the economy"? I'll tell you right after I chase all the squatting refugees from Barter Town off my lawn.

On a somewhat related note, I think Tina Turner should have gone with wind energy over the whole pig poop thing. Oh, wait. Maybe not.

Labels: the economy