Very soon, on what is likely to be a cloudy day,
storefronts across Portland’s plucky northernmost suburb will be front
and center for one of America’s newest and nuttiest experiments. The
Remembering the night Dave Chappelle took over Portland—and didn’t even perform.
Forget the Arab Spring: For me, the true power of social
media emerged on July 14, 2009, the day Dave Chappelle shut down
Portland. A rumor, spread via Twitter, that the elusive comic was
Stuff to help you enjoy riding your bike for the six wet months to come.
Photos by Misha Ashton mooreThere’s a lot to be said for biking in the rain. Sure,
Portland’s winter skies are gray and leaky and the sun falls behind the
West Hills so, so fast. On the othe
Newcomer Amy Miller explains Portland’s comedy booms and busts.
Cat photos. Cat photos. Girls in yoga pants. Cat photos. Tupac shrine. Pizza. Purple weed. Arrested Development GIFs. Wait, what’s this on my Tumblr feed? Oh, it’s Beaverton-bred standup comic Ian
128 bytes and 35 years later, people are still making new games for the Atari 2600.
One summer day in 1989, my family found
an Atari 2600 at a yard sale. Even then, it was a wood-paneled relic of a
simpler time, before slap bracelets or mutated turtles. My parents were
I get booted from a beach town by the cops and give deep thought to the van plan.
Is this what a tsunami feels like? That’s
what I thought as I awoke to find my home violently rocking back and
forth. I cursed myself for not paying attention to the tsunami
evacuation route s
Tom Cook drew your favorite Saturday-morning cartoons.
You’ve seen Tom Cook’s work. You don’t know the name, but if you’ve seen He-Man, The Smurfs, later Scooby-Doo or Flintstones,
or a host of other Reagan-era cartoons, you’ve seen a panel or
Putting parables onstage is an often iffy endeavor, but
there’s no denying the impact of a successfully staged allegory. British
playwright Dawn King’s Foxfinder, making it
Portland has vending machines with Neil Young singles, guitar strings, pregnancy tests and lap-dance coupons.
Smitty’s Vending is where vending machines go when they
die. At this metal graveyard on busy Southeast Main Street, Pepsi logos
fade gently on a bed of broken glass behind barbed wire and a lock
I expect the gas station to be empty. It’s 11 pm on a
Sunday night, and I’m out on the border of Gresham to check on my
broken-down van and maybe slip inside for shuteye. Instead, I see