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DRAG QUEEN STORY TIME CANCELLED IN TIGARD LIBRARY?

The drag queen story time is canceled in Tigard and I had to learn about it on twitter? Something’s gone wrong when drag queens out in the far reaches of Portland suburbs can’t fly under the radar. It’s not like there’s a specific drag queen review out here like Darcelle’s. Did someone drive up from […]

REINVENTING ARTISTS AND ART IN TIGARD

Reinventing artists is one way of saying, “Wow.” You read about photographers and writers, see their work, and buy something they made. It’s different when you meet them in a setting outside a museum, gallery, or library. They are real people, which is easy to forget when you hold their work.

ONE PORTLAND BABY BOOMER DECADE

My Portland baby boomer decade began in 1980. It began when I stepped off the bus after a three day ride from Manhattan. (Hey, B.) For twenty-six year old me it was a life changer. By 1990 I was heading out.

DON’T CARE, OR CARE, THERE IS NO TRY

If you don’t care about something, stay off the soapbox. Save your big talk for something you care about, we’ll figure out the rest. Once you’ve been around the block a few times it gets easier to care than not care. Why, you ask?

UNGROUNDED LIFE IN TIGARD

An ungrounded life is for people who wish they were somewhere besides where they are, where they live, where they spend their time. I met one of them in the local Walgreens. I could tell he was ungrounded by how he looked. He was wearing a suit, which from my experience, was his work clothes.

SHARING BLAME FOR AIR QUALITY: YOU’RE NOT THE PROBLEM?

Sharing blame requires a pointy finger to wag. Something happens, plans go sideways, and instead of fun you find disappointment. You could move on, but what about the unfinished business? First you need to assign blame. Get that finger ready.

LEAVING PORTLAND IN 1974

Leaving Portland in 1974 was quite memorable. Memorable departures usually have a location in mind. I was headed to Fort Ord, California and the All-Volunteer Army on September 6, 1974. What was I thinking?

NURTURING YEARS, OR CHECKING OUT

Nurturing years change over time. From the duties of planting and raising nasturtiums in third grade, to raising kids in your thirties, the stakes rise. Then everyone grows up and no longer need nurturing? No, that’s not how it works.

CHEKHOV’S UNLOADED GUN ON THE WALL

After gun safety class, there’s no such thing as an unloaded gun until you check it out yourself. Check the bolt, the magazine, the barrel, and check it while it’s pointed away from anyone. And away from yourself. Chekhov’s unloaded gun is a different deal.

CLOUDY DAYS TAKE A SHORT BREAK

Cloudy days in Oregon? How can that be? Where I grew up no one complained about the rain. If they did that would have been all they talked about. There’s more going on than cloudy days, but what do you do when all you see are clouds?