A love odyssey at When Falls the Coliseum. Excerpt: Rockabilly Girl said her punk rawk blog, Abba Cadaver, allowed her to “excrete neuroses via the printed word.” I felt like I was standing on the edge of a volcano. Yeah, I said it. The chicks were hott. Even with their vast carpets of back-hair. There was [...]
Oh I think it’s time to bust out Transgressive Man again, in tribute to the innumerable imbeciles in Portland and points beyond that act like this. When I encounter such clods, it takes all of my self-control not to pinch a loaf on their face. Or, more accurately, to quote TV’s Benjamin Horn: “…Sometimes the urge [...]
Am I the last sane person in Portland? I wish I were joking. I’ve long complained about our city‘s many faults — its smugness; its Smart Growth advocacy; its godforsaken “Young Creatives”; its weird preoccupation with food carts (and community seating); its highly overrated transit system; its contrived friendliness, and, of course, its fascination with [...]