Who do the Oregon Zoo’s rock-’n’-roll animals dig more: Huey Lewis, The B-52s or the Go-Go’s?
The animals of the Oregon Zoo might as well be living in Guantanamo Bay—or at least in the town from Footloose.
Within the animals’ gilded cages, rock ’n’ roll is contraband: A sign
(Going back to) Wellsville with Michael Stipe, Iggy Pop and assorted other indie rockers who hung with the Wrigley Brothers.
Remember the ’90s? Remember when indie
rockers had enough clout to make it as bit actors in popular children’s
television shows? Or when hell-raising garage-rock icons played park
Tree climbing is an activity most often associated with
children and barefoot hippies—two groups that wouldn’t stand a chance at
this weekend’s Portland Regional Tree Climbing Competition.
How to seduce a Canadian sailor in this depleted fleet week.
Today, the national debt standoff finally hits us where we live: boinking sailors.
The annual Fleet Week
celebrations—the docking of the U.S. Navy with all available Portland
Archaeologists examine the public’s purported fossils and artifacts, separating pterodactyl teeth from white pebbles.
When I was in grade school, I found something weird in the
woods not far from my house. It’s old and brown, made of smooth, hard
bone. It’s six inches long, shaped like a tool, sawed square on
Jawohl! Maifest, Germany’s oldest sausage party, is here.
Oktoberfest gets a lot of column inches—the legislated
purity of Bavarian beer, the goofy hats, the giant urinal troughs—while
Maifest always gets short shrift.
And who does not excite himse