Funk Music. I never really appreciated it until, ironically, I took a music appreciation class at Clackamas Community College about ten years ago. I didn’t dislike it, but I didn’t…
Portland, Oregon is weird. If you don’t know that, you’ve been living under a rock for a long time. It’s known for its weirdness. It takes pride in its weirdness.…
I love beer. I love spirits. That’s something I’ve said repeatedly in this space. Maybe I should title this blog that. “I Love Beer. I love spirits.” It has a…
Music Millenium is fifty years old. Fifty. This is absolutely incredible. Not only are record stores a dying breed, but for any small goods business to stay open fifty years…
“One thing Portland does really well,” I told my friend after our awesome dinner at Pembiche, “Is parks.” “Parks?” She said, the look on her face curious and befuddled. “Like,…
Winter can be a dark time. I mean, literally, the days are shorter, the sky is darker, the weather is crappier. Rain and the occasional snow storm blanket the streets,…
Another Christmas has come and gone. How was yours? When people traditionally think of Christmas, they think of cold and snow. Nevermind that the historical Jesus, whom is, after all,…
Sometimes I think that I was born in the wrong era. When I watch films depicting the gangster era, the 1920’s, the era of the largely ineffective Volstead Act, I…
