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Rose City — Late like usual. Still trying to figure out how pedestrians work in these parts. Smiled at the cross dresser huffing a fag before hustling up the street. Dodged a few bumscussions before turning the corner to follow bright lights.
Arriving after commencement has its advantages. “Oh, you haven’t been here yet,” offered the bouncer after confusedly looking for markings. A short pat down and welcome. Waited for the counter help to have a chat before spelling ancestry’s label. Some teletubbies giggled arrears.
Portland — The limousine circled for the third time in its wait for the wealthy, slowing to ease 90° before accelerating to a halt in front of red. Puddles remembered Portland sunshine as the reflection turned green. A short walk up Old Chinatown’s street toward vibrations.
Portlanding - Creative Collaborations formed as a nonprofit last year to expand Portland’s slate of community gatherings with the introduction of Hump Day. In celebration of the work week’s apex a monthly music and arts festival featuring local musicians, artists and vendors shut down three blocks of Portland’s central east side industrial business district. Meant to be a more vendor friendly alternative to other already established street fairs, Hump Day hosted its first festival last August with three stages for musical acts and forty local artists. Continue reading
Portland - Saturday night the year ended for many perched upon our rotating orb. The lunar year finished its cycle and halfway around the globe hundreds of millions ushered in their fresh start.
Black Rock City - Holes. Nothing but holes. For day after day. Adirondack cow pastures before company asset reassignment brought a Comfortless Inn on the Delaware and the misery that is New Jersey.
Shimmering 2,500 miles past the sunset, a city began taking shape in the dust. Six weeks maintaining ‘merican infrastructure in record heat and the pilgrimage home could begin.
Portlanding - The first day of February ’13 brought relative warmth & sunshine. The night lights imported some of Scotland’s finest.
Lodged the auto a block abaft stationary flashing lights. Past one of the city’s traditional dancing establishments and around the corner found a short queue. Light rail tracks ran away aside a modest sign.
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Tuning through the galactic interference of interstellar radio, Ay Fast‘s new album Nice Arps opens with vibrating frequencies. Eerie darkness floats across the Buffalo-by-way-of-Cleveland artist’s sonic backdrop, rattling distortion bending into jabbering dissonance. Upbeat waves of “Shriggda” roll outward, hollow conversation beating back and forth between mumbling visitors.
The FBI & Corporate America: Working Together to Label Peaceful Protestors & Concerned Citizens “Terrorists”
‘merica - Breaking news from the Partnership for Civil Justice Fund. Corporate America and the increasingly aggressive federal government worked together during Occupy’s most powerful days to track potential terrorists. These “terrorists” included activists, concerned citizens, seniors, professors, students and anyone else who decided to stand up against the blatant corruption eating away at the cancerous core of a once proud nation. …………………….. Continue reading
Salt City - A few years of public stupidity inflamed by fools, capitalists and a desperate media ended with a whimper Friday night. December 21, 2012 exited without fanfare, remarked upon only for the extremely quiet day that ensued.
Warnings of snow mumbled from the speakers below the rhythmic wicking of wiper blades. Rain splattered the mobile cage’s front window. Continue reading