Urban Honking

Last night, typing diligently with a view from the window, an elongated van the color of a burnt hot dog rolls up, trailer in tow. My cross-street neighbors, America’s fave carnie-friendly folk-pop band les D3c3mburrists, bound out in procession like clowns emerging from a toy car, embracing a sole Tecate and screaming my name from […]

Today, looking for picante, the company fridge yielded Hooters brand tabasco sauce. Startling. Lacking options, I put it on my tofu. It wasn’t very hot. Jammin 95.5 bleeps out the word “hos” in Twista/Kanye’s “Celebrity.” After spending $37,000 on the magical downloading jukebox, just to hear “Doo Rags” by Nas, it bleeped out “herb” in […]

For those of you who were planning your weekend around it (aka me), the Portland MF Doom/RA el Hombre Rugged (y Dirty) show has been postponed to 4/18, apparently because they are detained at the Canadian border. Eff that.

short story relayed by my housemate: “This guy was telling me at Seder he got paid $100 to DJ a dog’s birthday party. He said he made lots of jokes like, “Yo, this one goes out to Rover! You’re MY DOG!!” Tonight, various conditions beyond our control sent the household’s collective meta-feng shui into snarls […]

Star C’n’P commenter “jacksonbrowne”—whose comments come straight from the paint and never swipe the cylinder—has stepped into le chambre du blogging! Rarely suckling the “cathode ray nipple” (!)/ crippled by the wet nurse (no wait… !!!), I can only imagine what American Idol is really like. Luckily, I have O-Dub to break it down: “It’s […]

Rjyan Kidwell’s subconscious mind is chronicled daily in dream-form here. While <a href= "http://www.sashafrerejones.com"Sasha is off on sabbatical (volunteering on a goat farm in New Zealand), la lady Jeanne Fury, Jessica and I shall be helming the helm, and hopefully not docking that ship on the world’s biggest iceberg. I have already linked to the […]

…vs. the undistilled self. Quannum World Tour kicked off last night in Portland; if you are unlucky enough to live elsewhere, I advise to beg, borrow, steal, or hijack a Ticketmaster/local news satellite van for tix in yr town. It was sold-out to 1500 people, but was so much like a house party, bulbous with […]

I have been walking around my house with a computer wrapped around my head like a cucumber-mud face wrap, the summer flip-flops of perpetual working and a cell phone attache containing IMPERATIVE MISSIVES from the Tiny Lucky Chicago Unicorn only, advising that today is Easter (except that it is in fact Palm Sunday, the day […]

Amazing. Billy Corgan writes on recording, baseball, God, his birthday, his cats, his “immoral” ex-bandmates (!), and Cowboyz ‘n’ Poodles’ third-favorite topic, La Virgen–from a docile, reverent Piscean perspective. Sample lyric: “One only needs to look at a bumblebee on a flower to know there is a higher power than little ol’ us.”

For the second time in less than a year, a white Portland PD officer has killed an unarmed black motorist pulled over for a routine traffic stop. Reportedly, the victim–father to a five year old child–still had his seat belt on, and was tased after being shot several times. The officer in question had a […]