tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58950032012-01-05T04:50:15.630-08:00Another blog. About Portland, Oregon. And pancakes. And absinthe.Brandonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05274373779641646859noreply@blogger.comBlogger22221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895003.post-57885464392726798582011-04-22T21:05:00.000-07:002011-04-22T21:07:23.765-07:00

This is my last post on Another Portland Blog. It's been swell. Over the course of the past seven years, I've penned over 2,000 posts here. However, it's become apparent that my focus has shifted during the past year. This blog is no longer about Portland but rather the whole dang world. So, to reflect that, I've decided to start an all new blog. Rather than stick with blogger.com's

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I met Paul a while back. You know the term "an American original"? Well, Paul's a Netherlands original. After a dinner of fish and homemade fries at the flat he shares with his fiancée in Amsterdam, he presented my gal-pal Marie and I with a crystal candy dish filled with dried worms. They came in two flavors "original" and "nacho" and looked like the meal worms I used to feed the pet turtle I

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I think the title says everything that need be said about this one.

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It's been over a month since part two of this adventure. Sorry for the delay. Let's wrap this one up. I had come to the Bunny Ranch, chatted with a prostitute and, despite the awkwardness, I had gotten what I came for: a dippy story for friends and the blog. But what was I doing in another bedroom with another prostitute? This was not my beautiful mid-size rental car. This was not Jane, the

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I have no idea what to call these guys or the giant music boxes that they haul around Leiden on market days. I've dubbed them the "Hurdy Gurdy Men," even though they don't actually use hurdy-gurdies. Just roll with it.

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The father of my friend Cory once worked for the PPD. That's him on the right. This photo was taken sometime in the '70s. The gent in the socks? A rather daring public masturbater who was caught in the act on what was, hopefully for him, a warm day in downtown Portland. Cory's mother recently found this shot in her attic. It's definitely something that belongs in a family photo album.

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I've been there before and so have you, no doubt. You're at a show, perhaps even up front a few feet from the band, when two people next to you decide to hold a conversation. They're completely oblivious to the music and, despite the fact that they're shouting to be heard, are behaving as if they're passing time in a cafe. Their motivations are unknown and their reasoning is oblique. Where are

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Portland band Dolorean is currently on their first European tour. I managed to catch their set at a club in Haarlem last Thursday. No, that's not a typo. The name of the city is, indeed, "Haarlem," or so I'm told. It was a solid set and the crowd, with the exception of two Dutch guys who would not shut-up during the acoustic numbers, was supportive. My friend Marie attended Willamette with a

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This is only the second installment in the series and I'm already resorting to adorable animal gimmicks. Anyway, here are two kittens, engaged in an epic battle in the courtyard of the Cagaloglu hamam in Istanbul, Turkey. Cagaloglu is a famous, centuries-old steam bath that caters to celebrities. Cameron Diaz and...Larry David have visited the place. It comes highly recommended, if you're

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Recently, I had the good fortune to land a pretty fantastic freelance gig. The assignment: go to Antwerp and find out what beers are currently popular among Belgians. Along with my friend Marie, I spent a weekend in the city touring pubs and drinking some of the finest brews in the world. I consider the experience a chance of a lifetime. Here's the story, all 1900 words of it, over at The

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I was in the eighth grade when I first heard about Pink Floyd. One afternoon in algebra class, I was sitting around with a group of my fellow students talking about music. At the time, I was big into Guns n' Roses and Z100. One kid mentioned the band and suggested that I give Dark Side of the Moon a shot. "Your parents will have a copy in their record collection. I guarantee it." He took on an

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Two colleagues of mine attended a wedding in Idaho last month and, while driving back to Portland, discovered the Snake River frozen over. Like all good-hearted Americans, they decided to pull over and toss rocks at it. The unworldly, echoing sound-effects that ensued are stunning, worthy of both National Geographic and Star Trek. A quick head's up though. The gent in the "O" hat has quite

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Am I now posting iPhone video clips of my travels through Europe on YouTube? Lemme check.... Yup! In this first installment, I explore the heart of Leiden and find windmills. And marijuana. And bicycles. Eat your heart out, Samantha Brown! Anybody can do this whole Travel Channel thing.

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Surreal, no? It debuted in the Netherlands on Monday. Jon Stewart puts in an appearance, via segment taped at Comedy Central's studio in New York, at the 15:50 mark.

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By now you're all familiar with Portland Bingo. These cards have been getting passed around on Twitter, Facebook and the blogs for several weeks now. They include traditional PDX icons and cliches like the "[Made in] Oregon" sign, mustaches and food carts. All in all, they're rather "safe." Naturally, I'd like to see a localized bingo concept with, how do you say, a little more kick. Here

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I turned off Highway 50 and up the steep, winding road that leads to the Bunny Ranch around 5 o'clock. A inauspicious, homemade sign leads the way; the sort of marker you'd typically see pointing towards a car wash fundraiser for a local high school marching band. It's a lonely, gravel road a few hours before sunset on a Friday. Nothing but overgrown patches of brown grass and a worn-out

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A video in honor of my sister's 29th birthday...

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As you may have guessed, there's a few key differences between IKEAs in the United States and the ones in Europe. I recently had the opportunity to visit a location on the outskirts of Amsterdam. In addition to the incredibly cheap Bavarian brand lager in the cafe, I spotted something else... ...something at least 10 - 25% more sinister.... ...something that would never fly at the IKEA out

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Boy howdy, if this ain't a surprise. What seemed like a lame idea for a lame show centered around a series of lame send-ups of lame Portland cliches is actually much more than half-baked lameness. Portlandia takes a tired gag, like making fun of feminist bookstores, and transcends it with absurdest humor reminiscent of The Kids in the Hall while tossing in something unexpected, like a cameo

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I'm going to tell you a story about my trip to a brothel in Nevada back in September. I feel obliged to include a disclaimer here at the beginning of this tale. Because I am uptight and cheap, I would never actually pay to have sex with a "professional." Furthermore, I find prostitution "icky." Hoping in the sack with a total stranger, especially one that has several hundred, if not thousands, of

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As if I haven't had enough trouble keeping this blog up to date, I foolishly started another one back in October. The Burning Log offers a snarky look at Burning Man, everyone's favorite annual arts festival in a Nevada wasteland. I spent two weeks in and around Black Rock City this year and returned with too much material to dump here on Another Portland Blog. Click here to have a look. With

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Inspired by Kate O. and her efforts over at the Karate Kid-fueled Effing the Ineffable, here's a photographic rundown on my 2010: January As you might recall, both myself and sixteen of my coworkers got the boot from Comcast in November of 2009 when the company decided to ax our department for reasons still unknown. I had just celebrated my seventh anniversary at Comcast. Two of my coworkers

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On the other hand, if not...

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It's been a busy few months on this end. How have you been? How's your mum? Ah, that's swell. I've been tied up with school, work, an internship and the holidays over here. I've also moved to different digs. My new surroundings are refreshing, relatively alien and a bit exhausting. In addition to relocating, I've also been freelancing a bit. A few of my articles have recently appeared in The

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In the summer of 2009, three friends and I set out at dawn to climb to the top of Mt. Thielsen, AKA "The Lightening Rod of the Cascades." We failed. With storm clouds gathering over head, we headed down the mountain in search of shelter. The mountain had beaten us but we vowed to return one sunny summer day for a second attempt. That sunny summer day came this past July. Bryan, a member

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November can be such a dreary month in Portland. Once Halloween is gone the city settles in for its long, gray winter/spring nap. The holidays, while right around the corner, still seem like they're a million miles away. But, occasionally, the rain stops and, if only for a few moments, this place starts looking like a dang calendar spread. Man, look at all that foliage! Suck it, Vermont!

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The show had been sold out for days, if not for weeks. I arrived at the Doug Fir around 6:45 to grab dinner. I figured I could just saunter over to the box office about 15 minutes before it opened to snag a rush ticket. No dice. There was already a line 50 people standing out front. And so I joined them in the mist and chatted with a guy in front of me and three girls huddled under an umbrella.

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I wandered into line about 6:30 last night outside the Cinema 21. The show I had come for, the sixth annual HUMP! Amateur Porn Festival, had been sold out for days. Tickets went fast for all of this weekend's six screenings. I lucked out and managed to snag a rush ticket and was one of the last five "pervs" allowed into the theater. I managed to find a spot towards the back of the balcony and had

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Measure 74 failed (WTF, people?) but Johnny K, AKA "The Kitz," AKA Johnny Bluejeans, AKA the Next Governor of Oregon made it back into office by the skin of his teeth over "The Man Who Once Set the NBA Record for the Most Missed Shots During One Consecutive Trip to the Foul Line." A former classmate of mine at Wilson High School, Will Rasmussen, lost his bid to snag a seat in the Oregon

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A few colleagues of mine over at JESS3, a creative interactive agency based in DC, collaborated with Yahoo News! to come up with a fairly nifty "infographic" for the midterm elections. They received something like 8 million responses to various political questions. The results of their study provide an interesting point of reference to what actually happened on Tuesday night. Those they queried

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I'm currently stationed three floors below street level in a large ballroom in the belly of the downtown Portland Hilton. When I first got here, the mood was anxious. Now, after early results showed Kitzhaber slamming Dudley at the polls, everybody's joyous and slamming back beers. Poor Dudley. At least he still holds the NBA record for the most missed free throws during a single trip to the

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When you go after a beloved NCAA institution in Oregon, well, batten down the hatches. I learned this lesson the hard way a fortnight back when I dared sling some internet mud at the Oregon Ducks. I've been writing this blog since 2003 and never before have so many people been angry about something that I've posted here. Nine readers (NINE!), on the blog's feedback forum and on Twitter, wrote

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Is this the face of the pro-marijuana movement in Oregon? What you see here is the entrance to the Portland headquarters of the "Yes on Measure 74" campaign. It's tucked away in the parking lot of a tattoo parlor at the corner of SE 67th and Foster. The office isn't visible to passing traffic on the main thoroughfare. I drove over there last Monday afternoon. No one was inside and it seemed

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Last week this time I was waiting for M.I.A. to take the stage at the Roseland. A single blue spotlight was shining down on a microphone in front of the crowd as a DJ spun records. The place was packed despite a savage article that popped up in the New York Times last spring. It portrayed the rapper as a pampered princess far removed from the horrors of her native Sri Lanka but still smugly

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"Cartoonist Matt Groening's two TV series are laced with references to John Bender, the teen rebel portrayed by Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club, one of Groening's favorite movies. The hard-drinking, sarcastic robot Bender on Futurama was named for him; school bully Nelson Muntz on The Simpsons was named after Judd Nelson; and Bart Simpson's catchphrase, "eat my shorts," was first uttered by

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They may be a few months past their expiration date but that doesn't mean they don't still reek of Patchouli and weed! This year marked my fourth-straight visit to the OCF's grounds. Click here for more photos over on Flickr.

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How quickly Americans have forgotten the Bush-era. The rampant corruption. The foolish wars. The fact that the insolence and incompetence of that administration led to New Orleans nearly being wiped off the map. Tonight I walked down NE MLK past a group of protesters holding signs that said things like "I Was Hating Obama Before It Was Cool!" One of them was screaming at passing traffic. A lady

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It's becoming increasingly difficult to root for the football team of my alma mater. Over the years, the NCAA press has been clogged with tales of University of Oregon players running a-duck (pffffft!) through Eugene like pillaging buccaneers. Millions of dollars were recently dumped into an "athlete's only" center clogged with expensive art and leather couches while many other campus facilities

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I have a friend, who shall remain nameless, who enjoys the occasional trip to a nudist spa. I asked her about it at one point and, as with anyone who visits such places, she said, "Everyone there acts like it's no big deal beacuse it isn't a big deal." Her favorite spa is frequented by people ranging from old men to mothers and daughters. It's not uncommon to see people of all creeds, sexes,

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This photo was taken back in June in Frenchglen, Oregon with a very fancy filter. Click here for more photos from that corner of the state. * I used the lens from a pair of eight dollar sunglasses that I bought at a truck stop outside of Eugene.

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This fine tome can be found at Powell's and various gift shops around town. The layout is gorgeous, the content is informative and, yeah, something I wrote about the Forest Park "Witch House" can be found on page 15. C'mon, you know this thing would look a lot better sitting on your coffee table than that 3 year-old issue of The New Yorker (that's obscuring all those back issues of Maxim.

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In the words of Doc Brown: "Well, I figured, what the hell." I submitted this video to the It Gets Better Project's website earlier this evening. I wonder how long it will stay up there. After all, I kinda, sorta advised bullied teenagers to fight back against their tormentors with slander. Oh, and I also suggested that they should take up smoking.... CIGARETTES! Just doing my part to

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Like everyone else, I'm appalled by the recent slew of suicides among tormented gay teens in the United States. I've been a fan of Dan Savage's frank, honest and all around amazing column Savage Love since it arrived here in town via The Portland Mercury back in 2000. I admire the efforts of him and his partner to start the "It Gets Better" YouTube campaign, which has, in just a few weeks,

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Han Solo and his faithful Tauntaun set out against the stark ravages of SE Oregon's Alvord Desert. With dusk fast approaching, the beast, more accustomed to the frozen wastes of Hoth, collapses from exhaustion, dehydration and the sudden, lethal onset of a nasty case of crippling apathy. As Han struggles to carry his Tauntaun to shelter and safety, what dashing rogue will swoop in to lend aid?

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Time mellows us all, whether you want to admit this or not, even quote/unquote "riot grrrls." A lot has changed since Corin Tucker and Sleater Kinney tore through Washington and the world with their "unique brand of post-punk, all female, ovary-powered rock n' roll music." The reviews of Tucker's new album 1,000 Years make note of this (over and over and over again) and are, for the most part,

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Well, it's October and Halloween is only a few weeks away. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you about Bly. My pal Marie and I stopped outside of this tiny southern Oregon town during a road trip last June. If you grew up in Oregon, you may have learned in high school that the only conflict-related death on mainland US soil during World War 2 happened right here in the state. In 1945

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To Whom it May Concern, On Sunday, September 6th, myself and thousands of others who attended this year's Burning Man Festival began "Exodus", a much-maligned annual tradition. I maneuvered my car into a long line reaching up to the highway around 3:30 PM. It was a nasty day weather-wise and I and my colleagues spent the morning and afternoon watching sand storms from our office over at the

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I arrived in town on Monday afternoon. Four days later, I'm still suffering from jet-lag after 3 weeks in Holland. I'm on the verge of complete exhaustion by 9 PM and I can't stop waking up at 4 AM. It's all very disconcerting and annoying. To make matters worse, I open my eyes every morning expecting to see my pal "M"'s couch in her Leiden apartment. I'm psychically in Portland but I guess my

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I was wandering around Leiden last week when I came across a playground in a neighborhood filled with Soviet-style apartment buildings. The expanse of gray and concrete was shattered by a series of Disney murals surrounding the place. One of these days I'll learn to tilt my iPhone horizontally so I don't wind up with vertical videos.

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More...

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And so ends this thrilling (well...), enthralling (not really) and engaging (pfffft!) video tour through Eastern Oregon.

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My friend "M" carted a bottle of Kopi Luwak Beer to Oregon from the Netherlands during her visit back in June. If you've never heard of the tasty but unusual Kopi coffee bean, you're not alone. It's become a pricey delicacy in cafes throughout Europe but, as far as I've been able to discern, it can only be found in metropolises like Los Angeles and New York in the states. The beans are made

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A few weeks ago, I was called upon to drive some folks to PDX at 4 AM. On my way back, I realized that I hadn't seen a Portland sunrise in years. I headed towards Mount Tabor and captured some iPhone snapshots along the way. It was eerie and serene to see normally jam-packed streets empty. The typically packed tables at the Belmont Stumptown were entirely empty. The calmness was equal parts

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After a disastrous test drive that spread terror across my neighborhood, I decided to call up someone who, unlike my father, had actually driven a car with a manual transmission more recently than the Reagan administration. My friend "Dangermoose" was willing to train me in the art of taming this bucking V8 broncho. He's a 31-year old attorney from Silverton with a undefeated 2 - 0 win strike in

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Or, more specifically, a canal-side cafe in Leiden, about 50 KM south of Amsterdam. I've been here since Wednesday visiting my friend "M." What have we been up to? She convinced me to try raw herring, which is practically the national dish and, reportedly, a great hangover cure. It doesn't taste all that different than the sushi-equivalent but there's something about holding a long fish by the

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There's a lot to loath about Black Rock City and much of it is incapsulated in this short essay "Why I Will Never Go to Burning Man." I vowed to never return after last year. I told friends that "once is more than enough." Still, I felt like I hadn't really experienced the dang thing. Plus, I've always wanted to work on a festival but I've never had the time until this summer. I was intrigued

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I've been out in Black Rock City since Monday enduring heat, windstorms and several members of the "Too Cool for School" crowd. I arrived early to help out with an art display that's been put together by a group from the Portland area and I'll be working as a cub reporter for the Black Rock Beacon beginning this weekend. As friendly and welcoming as some of the Burners have been,

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"M," an occasional commenter on the blog from way back, back when this blog had a comment system that actually #@!$!@#! worked, sent me an email about last week's New Times Post post. Here's what she had to say and my response follows.... Hey, I just read your post about modern 20 (and 30?) somethings. I can't comment there, so I'm sending this... I have a few issues with points you make(and

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I had the opportunity to chat with the Watson Twins before their show at Lola's Room back on August 5th and recorded the conversation for what should have been Another Portland Blog's first ever podcast. Then, fate intervened and decided to make my iPhone crash. I lost the 25-minute interview with the twins, on top of seven other podcasts. I'm still livid. The Watsons were friendly and

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Would you take a car down this road? Ok, better question, would you take *your* car down this road?

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I thought this was a shameful secret. I remember seeing Lady Gaga on the cover of a Rolling Stone over a year ago in her bubble costume. I remember thinking, "Oh, look, Yet another forgettable blonde pop star." Then, a few months later, Cartman performed "Poker Face" on South Park, which convinced me give her album The Fame Monster a shot. I can't deny the impeccable taste of that animated,

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This New York Times article about the ennui and challenges that face America's current crop of 20-somethings is a fascinating read. Why can't they get married by 25, get a career going and have kids by 27 like their parents and grandparents? The author delves into a multitude of reasons, including changing cultural norms, the economy and various other physiological and psychological reasons.

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I just added a series of blog "gadgets" beneath the posts since there's no longer a sidebar on the left. If you get a chance, please have a look and drop me a line if you see anything out of place and/or not working quite right. Thanks, mon!

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Can I pronounce "Imnaha"? As these videos prove, no, I sure can't!

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Back in June I received a mysterious email from someone claiming to work in the public relations department of the Ford Motor Company. She was looking for bloggers in the Portland area to write about the company's 2011 line. I shot her back a message that said, more or less, "what's the catch?" After all, I hadn't updated my blog in months. There was no catch. In exchange for blogging/twittering/

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Like many dorks of a certain age, I'm an unapologetic fan of the original Star Wars trilogy. One of my first memories is of my father taking me to see The Return of the Jedi at the Washington Square Cinemas and pestering him to read Jabba the Hutt's subtitles aloud. Along with everyone else, I lament everything George Lucas has done with the franchise post 1983. After years of watching him

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Here's a follow-up on that post I wrote on Friday about Portland journalist Susan Hauser and her encounter with a psychic and the spirit of U of O track star Prefontaine in 1997. Susan was kind enough to send over a PDF copy, which I converted and posted on the blog's Flickr account. Just click on the image below to see a larger copy. Give it a once-over, won't you? It's a pretty crazy tale....

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Spotted in the parking garage at the West Burnside Fred Meyer:

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In part 3, I argue with Lars Larson (on the radio) while cruising to Hells Canyon in the middle of a thunder storm. Along the way, I encounter a family of deer, break them up and then attempt to reconcile the situation.

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The whole roller derby thing seems like it's becoming a bigger deal in Portland with each passing day. During a walk from the Crystal Ballroom to Powell's last week, I saw a poster for the Rose City Rollers, three pairs of roller skates in the window of Buffalo Exchange and a copy of Down and Derby: The Insiders Guide to Roller Derby on a shelf in the Green Room (with a quote from Carrie

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I met up with Susan Hauser last night and we went to the Deschutes Brewery Street Fair. She's a local freelancer who lives here in Portland and has successfully navigated the choppy waters of American journalism for decades. After heading over to Garden State's booth for meatball sandwiches, we "talked shop" on a bench next to Portland Center Stage for a bit. Susan had plenty of fantastic stories

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I don't think this video needs any further context. The picture quality isn't the best but I think the audio makes this one worth posting.

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I'm going to continue messing with the layout here on the blog over the next few days. If there's any changes that you don't like or any input you'd like to offer, feel free to drop me a line in the comments area below or via email at anotherportlandblog@gmail.comMerci!

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Here's an iPhone snapshot of my little corner at "Nuts, Bolts and Slabs of Steel," a gallery show devoted to all things bridge-related. It continues through September in the lobby of the Olympic Mills Conference center down at 107 SE Washington St. If you go, please, be gentle. This is my first time (at having any of my photos displayed on a wall in a public venue that isn't right next to my high

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Did you know that there's actually stuff in Oregon beyond the Cascade Range and east of the Willamette Valley? It's a fact! I know, I was just as surprised as you are now when I first learned this after 22 years of living in this state. While studying at the University of Oregon, my friend "Dangermoose" and I ventured out to the Alvord Desert and the little town of Fields, which sits in the

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Hey there....So where I have been since the last time this blog was updated? Well, Cleveland for one. I don't think I'll ever go back to Cleveland. A lady there chased me out of her hot dog restaurant for taking a photo of the interior. Oh, and a group of gang-bangers gave me some trouble on a street near The Christmas Story House. I did visit an excellent vintage toy shop though.Anyway, here's a

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Things have been slow around these parts over the past several weeks, mostly due to my heavy courseload for spring term. To further complicate matters, Blogger is doing away with FTP publishing, which will prevent future posts from getting published on Another Portland Blog unless I radically modify things. Dealing with this dillema or a transition to Wordpress is a project that's bound to be

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It could be argued that this another "inevitability" that comes with residing in Portland. If you live in this city long enough, you're bound to allow pub quizzes, coffeeshop loitering and kickball into your life, at some point. At least I've held off on adopting a pug.Joining a kickball team is a lot like joining a fraternity. A co-ed fraternity where everyone is between the ages of 21 and 50

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School is back in session, which means most of my time lately has been devoted to reading case law and trying to figure out why a certain professor didn't order enough books for a class on political theory. But I did see Quasi and Explode into Colors back on March 27th at the Doug Fir Lounge. Quasi was having what could be simply described as a "shit night." Lead singer and guitarist Sam Coomes

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Before the window breaking and the arrests and all of that, of course. More here.

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Roadhouse: you may think that this meme jumped the shark when Family Guy devoted half of an episode to mocking the 1989 Patrick Swayze action flick. Yeah, well, there's still some life left in the dang thing. Road House: The Play proves it. Uhhhhh.....that totally wasn't a riff on the untimely passing of "The Swayze" last fall, I swear. The movie transitions to the stage pretty well and the local

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Just thought you might like to know.

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Sometime in the '90s, my then 13 year-old sister Shanna convinced my parents to let her adopt a kitten. He was a "tuxedo kitty." I'm sure you've seen the type before. Black all over with the exception of a large, white spot across his chest and stomach. Add a red collar and they're ready to go for a night on the town. Having just seen a touring Broadway production of Cats at the Civic Auditorium,

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On Saturday the annual Portland Urban Iditarod was....run? Staggered through? Ok, I can't come up with an appropriate verb. Nevertheless, here's some snapshots from this year's beer-fueled hipster melee: One of the most inspired entrants this year was the Last Supper cart. A member of their team was wandering through the crowd at the race's final stop with a "magic" water-into-wine jug, offering

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For me, the past few weeks have mostly been a blur of take-home finals, essays, coffee shops and the PSU library. This doesn't leave a lot to blog about. The South Park Blocks, which run through the middle of the Portland State campus, do break up the monotony though. They're the closest thing the school has to a plaza or a courtyard. As with any school, there's the "campus characters," activists

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Last year I went 10 for 16. I can do better this year, I just know it...BEST PICTURE: AvatarBEST ACTOR: Jeff Bridges BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Christopher PlummerBEST ACTRESS: Sandra Bullock BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Mo'NiqueBEST ANIMATED FEATURE: Up (sorry, Coraline) BEST ART DIRECTION: Avatar BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Avatar BEST COSTUME DESIGN: The Young Victoria BEST DIRECTOR: Kathryn Bigelow BEST

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I participated in a panel on KPSU's The Debate Hour last weekend. Among the issues discussed: should women in the military be allowed to serve on submarines, was PPD's actions in the death of Aaron Campbell racially motivated, should pole dancing become an Olympic sport and what's the best way to cure Greece's lagging economy. The panel's verdicts: yep, nope, yep and...I can only remember my own

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I read Margie Boule's final column in the Oregonian this morning. The editors stuck it on page two of the "O!" section. Not a very grand send-off for someone who has been a staple of the publication for going on 23 years. Still, as Boule points out in the column "as a rule, people's beginnings and endings are untidy affairs. They're so often beyond our control." It's a very sweet, elegant piece.

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On Sunday night I found myself in a downtown Vancouver sports bar surrounded by people covered in red maple leafs. The leaves covered their hats, their boots, their shirts and their jackets. They even had temporary maple leaf tattoos on their faces. We had all gathered together to watch a men's hockey game between the US and Canada. While there were other Americans in the room, I was apparently

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I'm heading to Vancouver tomorrow for what's quickly becoming known as "Worst. Olympics. Ever." It hit something like 50 degrees on the slopes of Mt. Whistler this afternoon. It's a chance of a lifetime that could quickly become a cluster$%! of a lifetime. Either way, it should be interesting. I'll be posting photos and updates on Twitter through the weekend. Feel free to follow the whole melee

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In the spirit of the holiday (didn't you know that it's Anna Howard Shaw Day?), here's some idle gossip about Sherri Hiner, the owner of the Mattress World empire. Mattress World's ads have been all over Portland television for nearly a decade and the company's "It's not too late to sleep like a baby!" jingle has cemented itself permanently into the brain of many a local. For years, Sherri and

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I saw Portland Opera's production of Cosi fan tutte last night. The title roughly translates as "thus do they all." Who are they? Women. What exactly are they doing? Being unfaithful and fickle. Really, what better show to take a date to during Valentines? That's not to say that the men in Cosi fan tutte are any better. The premise: two officers, Ferrando and Guglielmo, make the mistake of

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