Reader, beware: What follows is mostly gossip and opinion.
As we have done near the end of every legislative session since 1977, WW surveyed Salem lobbyists, legislative staffers and journalists to
Syphilis is back—and it’s spreading quickly among gay men who don’t use condoms.
Novice Sister Donna Vanewday sways to the pounding dubstep
in Old Town’s CC Slaughters nightclub, cooling himself with a black fan.
It’s hot as hell inside a nun’s habit.
He’s a towering
From the Editor
In this Market Guide, we’re making a few assumptions. We figure you know where you get your daily bread and your weekly milk (or rice milk, as the case may be).
The decision to do
Portland wants every city to have its patented toilet.
Anne Peterson is a problem solver.
She may not look like
one—her dyed maroon hair and gold-rimmed sunglasses hint at her second
life as a “Burner” (one who regularly attends Burning Man)��
Why the far right and left have come together to defeat fluoride.
It’s an April evening at Dishman Community Center in Northeast Portland, and people are pissed.
The occasion is a
public debate between Healthy Kids, Healthy Portland, the local campaign
10 local acts that Portland’s music insiders think you should hear.
Close your eyes and think of a typical Portland band.
You’re imagining a group of sensitive lumberjacks playing sad-sack folk
tunes on old-timey instruments, aren’t you?
Ask those truly in
Banks send lawyer Daniel Gordon after people who don’t pay their credit-card bills. Who is watching how he operates?
Misfortune is Daniel N. Gordon’s best friend.
No Oregon lawyer files more lawsuits—or wins more—than Gordon. He doesn’t do divorces, car accidents or medical malpractice.
Instead, he is th
Portland is America’s best bike city. Why does anyone here drive?
Portland is hell on four wheels.
Our roads are clogged
with a noxious blend of light-footed Prius drivers, manic transplants
in Volvos and frustrated guys in F-150s who seem convinced their ball
From Portland’s drunk tank to Old Town to Salem, how booze is hurting (and helping) Oregon.
Devon is hauled into the Central City Concern Sobering
Station, a Portland cop on each arm. He has a dazed, faraway look that,
as he puts it, “a whole lot of Hennessy” provides. He’s quickly
10 years ago, a car crash wiped out Portland’s biggest punk band. Finally, the sole survivor tells all.
The Exploding Hearts are the biggest “what if” in the history of Portland music.
Ten years ago next week, the band released its first and only album, Guitar Romantic,
a record brimming with sh