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[GIMME SUM MORE] When I last ate
dim sum at Wong’s King, I stood in the parking lot and watched as two
men loaded a pig—whole, fully co
Like most of Portland, I have
wondered over the past two years whether I might be gluten-intolerant.
At one point I went to a naturopath, who told me to eat nothing but
amaranth, mung beans and
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
Movie Reviews & Stories
David Sedaris’ writing spawned a play—The Santaland Diaries—back
in 1996, but the smartass satirist has long resisted cinematic
adaptations of his work. Until now, that is. Kyle Patrick Alva
Between each scene in Sweet and Sad, there’s a
simple sound effect: a breath. It’s a small sound—a slight inhale, a
longer exhale—and easy to miss. It’s also a lovely and poignant touch,
“Twenty-eight?!” my friend exclaimed, after I told her the size of the cast for Portland Center Stage’s Fiddler on the Roof,
the largest the company has ever corralled. “There aren’t even
For Kate Braidwood, masked performance
can create true theater magic. The 32-year-old, who makes up half of the
Wonderheads (her husband Andrew Phoenix is the other), describes this
magic as two
On Thursday, I was a poet. A poet who supported herself by waiting tables at Applebee’s and whose love for Jay-Z was rivaled only by an obsession with Public Enemy. I came from Indiana, where my grandparents still live, on a farm. I had a sister who was always setting me up on blind dates and always with terrible men. Men who didn’t ride bikes. Who only drove. Who voted Republican.