In November of 1984, Hollywood descended on the tiny
fishing town of Astoria to shoot a mysterious movie about pirate
treasure and something called a Goonie. Thirty years after its release,
Sure, the city’s $11.5 million office building for sewage engineers is unnecessarily decadent. But it’s also quite tasteful.
Mallard-hen couples rest on concrete beds in a pond off to
the side of the patio. The sun, strong but not overbearing, gleams down
on this abnormally idyllic March afternoon. I rest my arm on the
Marijuana addicts from around the world will gather in Portland this weekend. Here is one man’s harrowing tale of pot addiction.
My favorite description of being a marijuana addict is
that it’s like getting your ass kicked by a Girl Scout. It really seems
like it shouldn’t happen, that it can’t happen, and yet it ke
The Matador, 1999: Pet Night!
“I had Pet Night, where everybody could bring their pet.
Naturally there were dogs, cats, birds. People brought fish. [One
customer] brought a horse. I said, ‘If
Trail Blazers point guard
Governor who said to visit Oregon but not stay. From Massachusetts
Author of Fight Club
Slices from Amy Miller’s Fresh Meat column on wweek.com.
Chef and owner of Smallwares, originally from Chicago, on Portland’s friendly but slow service industry…
“Anybody who moves to Portland who moved from a big city
is going to com
Many houses. Many lights. Many pedestrians. Southeast Peacock Lane between Stark and Belmont streets, peacocklane.net. 6-11 pm Dec. 15-30, 6 pm-midnight Dec. 24 and 31
Suicide Girls seems quaint these days,
when naked, tattooed women on the Internet are about as ubiquitous as
naked women on the Internet.
But in 2001, when founders Selena Mooney
The author of a new book about the Ducks-Beavers football rivalry talks platypus and pep talks.
College football is dominated by bitter rivalries and weird trophies.
A lot of it’s pretty
silly—golden eggs, bejeweled shillelaghs, golden wagon wheels, a little
brown jug, and Oregon’s
This Portland mountaineer specializes in first ascents.
John Frieh’s foot was the first ever to leave a boot print on the upper northwestern ridge of the West Witches Tit.
The peak, which sits on Alaska’s Stikine Icecap, is one of