Portland runs on a steady drip of high-grade coffee.
We write to you bleary-eyed and shaky.
In recent weeks, we
imbibed countless cups of caffeinated brew—at cafes early in the
morning, at the office all day, and in espresso martinis late at nig
Two Oregonians found the perfect crime: falsely promising vulnerable immigrants documents. Why are they not in prison?
Ignacio Estevez was 16 when he came to the United States
from Guatemala in 1987 to pluck pistachios in California for 20 cents a
barrel. He’s since sweated his way into a construction job with b
Meet Portland’s best standup comics, as chosen by their peers.
Portland comedy shows often feel like
house parties. Half the people know each other, and everyone else is
bonding over $2 tall boys while griping about OkCupid skeezeballs and
roommates who flo
The ugly truth about graduation rates at Portland’s high schools.
On a balmy, nearly full-moon August evening, only a few people showed up at a Portland Public Schools board meeting.
That was fortunate
for board members and Superintendent Carole Smith, because d
…And boom? Inside Portland startup Carbon Audio’s roller-coaster year. Can it finally put the world on blast?
The wine cost $12,000 a bottle.
It was a ’71 Chateau
Petrus, maybe a ’73—Jason Martin can’t remember. But he does know it was
Las Vegas in January 2012 at the Consumer Electronics Show,
Portland activists may have outed the wrong guy as an FBI snitch—here’s why they still should be paranoid.
It was a perfect day for a protest.
July 27 broke
beautifully—not too hot, a light breeze, Mount Hood gleaming in the
distance. At least 1,000 people, from old hippies to young anarchists,
10 years after his death, Elliott Smith is still estranged from Portland.
Elliott Smith sang it himself: Pictures of him are always wrong.
So the photo of him
at Disneyland, taken in 1996, must be Photoshopped, right? The saddest
songwriter in the world—a man who co
Kristin Leichner is driving toward the unthinkable.
She’s been attending
Trail Blazers basketball games since 1996, when her family used earnings
from its trash-hauling company to buy season
The Willamette divides us. Look closer at the spans that connect us.
Written by Sara Sneath
Photographs by Evan JohnsonChildren sprawl on the Morrison Bridge
like a spilled box of crayons. It’s 10 am on a Friday, and the Morrison
opens, its great panels of roadw