Feed Me Portland!

I am fortunate to be writing for an editor at the Oregonian who lets me dig into ideas I find important to disseminate and/or debunk. One of my favorite (least favorite?) is anything having to do with liars who convince others to believe their lies in order to amass personal power. I sometimes think I could wri

So I'm getting my hair cut yesterday when my phone rings. It's my daughter, from New York. I ask what she has planned for the weekend. She tells me and ask what I'm doing. I tell her, Din is taking me to dinner. "Cool," she says. "Isn't your guys anniversary tomorrow?" Si

Let us overlook that any dimples have been photoshopped; also, that it appears doubtful the heads of the girl on the left and the right have ever before or since appeared on the respective bodies. I am going to keep my mouth shut for now, except to say, according to

What is it about our mothers, and specifically my mother: Generous to a fault, bright and funny, ready to defend you to the ends of the earth, and yet possessing the ability to instantly provoke irrational anger. The fault may be with me, and if so, is one I apparently passed to my

Nearly a month after ordering the new albeit cheapo Kindle, it is set to arrive today. Which also happens to be the day "Freedom" arrives in bookstores. I have been to Powell's twice to buy it, once when I mistakenly thought it was already out, a second time on the chance that it had been rele

The first of three pieces I will have in the O this week, a review of Laura Kipnis's How to Become a Scandal.

I am richer today; these events come around rarely. The

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Brooklyn Bagels apologized and is giving Tafv's office... a credit for more food. Gee.

Mad Men's Sally Draper. Perhaps because, for some of us, it's all so achingly familiar.