Over 150 people braved the drizzle on Saturday morning for the 1st Annual Portland Tweed Ride. Even local designer Adam Arnold (sporting a wild, white Mozart wig) turned up to judge the dapper fashions. The ride veered from tea in Overlook park to a picnic lunch in Laurelhurst Park. The lesson learned: Portland cleans up nice.
Here's the release from the cops. Note the following phrase: "The lethal cover officer fired his AR-15 rifle in response to perceived threatening actions. The actions of the man that was shot will be fully released to the public after all officers and witnesses have been interviewed." We'll have more on this next week, including, hopefully, the name of the officer who shot.
Detective Mary Wheat
Public Information Officer
January 30, 2010
SUICIDAL MAN SHOT BY PORTLAND POLICE
On Friday, January 29, 2010, at 4:22 p.m., Portland Police Officers responded to a 9-1-1 call regarding a suicidal man who was armed with a gun at an apartment complex located in the 12800 Block of NE Sandy Boulevard. The 9-1-1 call was from a friend of the girlfriend of the suicidal man. The caller told 9-1-1 that she thought the man possibly wanted to commit suicide by having the police shoot him. The caller said that she was concerned about her friend and her friend’s children who were possibly with him because she had not been able to contact her.
The first officer arrived at 4:30 p.m., quickly followed by additional officers. They made contact with a woman in the parking lot of the apartment complex. She told officers her boyfriend was inside the apartment with their children and had been despondent over the past few days, threatening suicide with a gun. She said her boyfriend had been carrying the gun with him and she had seen him put it the pocket of his black coat. While talking to the police, the woman sent a text message to her boyfriend asking him to come out. A short time after that, she received a text back from him that made comments about him bringing his gun out with him.
Officers initiated communications with the man via text and cellular telephone. At 5:33 p.m., the three children came out of the apartment and police were able to reunite them with their mother.
At 6:03 p.m., officers observed the man looking out from the back of the apartment. At 6:07 p.m., the man abruptly came out the front door of the apartment and officers began giving him directions in order to take him safely into custody. Initially, it appeared that the man was being compliant but then his actions suddenly changed. The man began making statements to the officers that they were going to have to shoot him.
Due to the man’s actions, one officer at the scene deployed a less lethal bean bag round. The man continued to not comply with the officer’s directions and in response, the officer fired more bean bag rounds. The lethal cover officer fired his AR-15 rifle in response to perceived threatening actions. The actions of the man that was shot will be fully released to the public after all officers and witnesses have been interviewed.
Officers at the scene immediately called for medical assistance but were not able to safely approach the man because they believed that he was still armed with a gun. The Special Emergency Reaction Team, (SERT), was activated and arrived on scene 23 minutes later. SERT is specially trained and equipped to safely approach and disarm potentially armed subjects. SERT medics attended to the man and pronounced him deceased at the scene.
Portland Police Homicide Detectives, as well as investigators from the East County Major Crime Team responded and began investigating this incident. The officer who fired the AR-15 is an eight year veteran of the Portland Police Bureau and is assigned to East Precinct. All officers and witnesses at the scene are being interviewed by investigators.
The man who was shot has been identified as 25-year-old Aaron Marcell Campbell of Portland. An autopsy was performed by the Multnomah County Medical Examiner’s Office on Saturday morning. The Medical Examiner’s Officer has determined that the cause of death was a single gunshot wound. Campbell had a history of violent criminal behavior that includes weapons charges, resisting arrest and had an active restraining order that prohibited him from carrying a firearm.
Detectives are continuing their investigation of this incident. In the next few days, all interviews of officers and witnesses will be complete. After those interviews are completed, additional details of this shooting will be released to the public.
Or any TV news reporter for that matter. Hilarious Brit Charlie Brooker breaks down the basics of EVERY SINGLE TV NEWS REPORT SINCE THE DAWN OF HUMANKIND.
In this episode of Saturday Morning Cartoon, we bring you another of my classic faves, Max Fleischer's Superman. Fleischer Studios produced eight of these beauties between 1941 and 1942 (with their successors Famous Studios producing the final nine). Each are great examples of Fleischer's realistic style that generously used light, shadow, and impressive camera angles. Plus this Superman isn't the invulnerable namby-pamby seen in later years—though Fleischer's version was the first Superman that had the ability to fly. Up until then he was just jumping around in the comic books like an idiot. ANYWAY! These cartoons look super cool, and since I love robots so much, this one is my personal favorite. Enjoy Superman in 1941's "The Mechanical Monsters."
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Goddamn, January is a lousy month for movies. February's looking a bit better, people, but not by much, so you might want to do some long-term planning on your Netflix queue. This weekend's options:
Edge of Darkness: Mel Gibson's back! He's gonna kill some motherfuckers! And stare solemnly into the middle distance.
When in Rome: I wish Veronica Mars was still on the air. I also wish Arrested Development was still on the air. Hey America, see what happens when you watch shitty TV shows instead of good TV shows? Good TV shows get canceled. And then the charming actresses and hilarious actors who starred in those good TV shows are forced to make terrible romantic comedies. Thanks, America.
I Am Virgin: "Vampires are supposed to fuck shit up, not just fuck," says Courtney. Unless, of course, you're a Twilight vampire, in which case you're supposed to just mope and sparkle while terrifyingly co-dependent chicks blink at you.
Other stuff going on: Reel Music 27 starts wrapping up at the Northwest Film Center, Burial Ground screens Saturday night at Cinema 21, Cort and Fatboy present Lost at the Bagdad, and—this is my personal pick for the week, if you care—Hayao Miyazaki's gorgeous Princess Mononoke returns to the big screen at the Laurelhurst. I made a promise to myself that this weekend, I'd pull myself away from Mass Effect 2 long enough to go see this in the theater, and I totally plan on keeping that promise, and shit, when I started writing it, I did not realize how incredibly nerdy this sentence was going to become. Anyway, the trailer for Mononoke is below; more cinema-centric stuff to do this weekend, as ever, can be found in our Film Shorts and Movie Times.
I gotta think if there was one big winner in the "Great Late Night Wars of 2010," it was Jimmy Kimmel. After hilariously murdering Leno during his own "10 at 10" segment, Jay went on Oprah to whine about how he had been "sucker punched." In this clip from last night's show, Kimmel answers the "sucker punch" charges—by once again SUCKER PUNCHING LENO RIGHT ON HIS BIG STUPID CHIN.
Cornett is very optimistic about qualifying for public campaign financing.
Ed Garren, who has withdrawn from public financing, filed as a private candidate this afternoon. Mary Volm, meanwhile, withdrew from public financing yesterday and filed as a private candidate, while Spencer Burton also did the same thing a day earlier. Rudy Soto, who filed for office, and for public campaign financing, with a week to go before the deadline, did not show up with any contributions this afternoon. Meanwhile Martha Perez also filed for privately financed candidacy this afternoon with 15 seconds to spare, having run against Randy Leonard last time. "This is my second time," she said. "So I thought, just give it a chance."
Trouble is, Renaud is unlikely to qualify, according to Andrew Carlstrom, City Elections Officer.
"We verified the first 338 of his forms on Tuesday, and 69 were rejected," says Carlstrom, City Elections Officer. "The total number of forms he submitted was 1045, so mathematically, he's not going to make 1,000."
Still, Renaud wasn't going to speculate about his chances this afternoon. He's going to Mount Rainier for the weekend—even filed in his Wellington boots.
"I need to get this shit out of my head," he said.
Cornett's first 310 signatures were verified Wednesday, of which just 22 were rejected. "If it was at that rate, he could make it, but we don't know," says Carlstrom. Volm's first 306 signatures were verified Tuesday, of which just 15 were rejected. Burton's first 300 signatures were verified December 30, of which 75 were rejected.
Carlstrom has ten business days to finish the verification of the signatures, until February 5. "But we're hoping to get done a lot sooner than that," he says.
He's looking to find contributors who aren't registered, who reside out of Portland's limits, who have moved without reporting a change of address, or whose contribution was reported to the campaigns more than 14 days ago.
As of last Monday, vegans across the US had raised $10,000 for Haiti relief according to a post on the Post Punk Kitchen blog. That number will increase this Sunday as Portland vegans host their very own bake sale for Haiti at People's Co-Op and add their cash to the Kitty. Why not stop by and pick up a cupcake or two? Or a cake? Or something equally delicious? And remember, nothing tastes better than doing a good deed!
Attn. loyal denizens of Blogtown!
C'mon. Let's be honest. While the deadline for submitting your valentine to be published in the Mercury's super-popular Valentine's Day issue is technically February 4, I think we both know that you like to procrastinate. But procrastination leads to forgetting... and forgetting to put a valentine in the Mercury leads to you not getting laid. And nobody wants that to happen.*
So yeah. Just do it already. Come February 15, you'll be glad you did. All the info you need is right here.
*Also, the fact that people forget to submit their valentines to the Mercury by the deadline inevitably, every goddamn year, leads to desperate people hilariously and frantically emailing us after the deadline has passed, begging us to include their heartfelt valentine that, for whatever reason, they didn't bother submitting in time. "Please include this!!!" they plead. "It will make all the difference in the world and in my relationship! Please! I beg of you! I'm so sorry! Please!!!!" When we get these emails, we laugh at them for a few minutes, and then we delete them. DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU.
DEVIL HORNS—Eugene doom metallers YOB return like a red tide, rising every so often to bathe us in crimson with roaring, destructive rock. Their rare shows descend on you like blunted, colossally heavy objects, so prepare to be pulverized. NL
w/Witch Mountain, Trees; Rotture, 315 SE 3rd, 9 pm, $10-13
CRIB SHEET—Months after Ignore the Ignorant made a splash across the pond, partially local band the Cribs are finally celebrating the record's release here in town. In addition to another lot of tightly wound pop songs, the album is their first with Johnny Marr on guitar. Yes, that Johnny Marr. Come get star struck with the rest of us. EAC
w/Jemina Pearl; Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell, 9 pm, $14-15, all ages
Busy weekend? Try My, What a Busy Week!
Whether they want to believe it or not, I can sympathize with my Mac-loving co-workers. Once, when I was a gay hippy witch (yes, it’s true), I too was an Apple fan. I learned most of my computing skills on a series of Macs and composed a whole bunch of shitty poetry in Helvetica. Alongside works from Rimbaud and Starhawk, the coffee table was continually littered with well-thumbed copies of Mac Addict. Those were halcyon days. But, as my life changed, so did my platform. My first laptop was a Sony, and my first smart-phone a Motorola Droid.
I’ll admit to some jealousy over my co-workers excitement for something new from the fevered mind of Jobs. But I’ve got to say, I’m happy I wasn’t so invested in the release of the giant iTouch to be sent into foaming paroxysms of rage and disappointment.
But as the last few days have passed, damned if I can’t stop thinking about how the iPad could revolutionize something I love: My kitchen.
The city's effort to rename a major city street after the famous activist and farmworker kicked off last winter with its eyes on 39th Ave, after a plan to rename Interstate Avenue crumbled over allegations of racism in 2007.
"Symbols are important and changing symbols is always controversial," said Mayor Adams today at the official renaming ceremony at Central Catholic Church on 39th Avenue. The mayor thanked the "scrappy group of applicants" and the most recent rename opposition group, whose leaders both spoke in appreciation of today's historic renaming.
"I fought fiercely to keep the street named the way it has been for 102 years. There was a lot of bitterness, but the healing has begun," 39th Avenue neighbor William Schneider told the crowd. He and Laurelhurst Neighborhood Association Chair Eric Fruits, also in attendance, spearheaded the anti-Chavez rename group Save 39th Avenue, which went so far as to question the immigration status of petitioners and investigate city street-renaming code. After City Council approved the rename, Schneider says members of the city and Latino community approached him, "After a lot of prayer and a lot of discussions with a lot of good people, I've decided it's time to end the street fight on 39th Avenue." The opposing sides would find healing through God, ended Schneider.
Mayor Adams and Commissioner Amanda Fritz opened up the hour-long ceremony with a rather nervous recitation of the national anthem.
"We're not professional singers," Fritz apologized to the crowd before beginning.
"¡Si se puede!" shouted back a helpful audience member.
Voters around the nation are frustrated - even angry. They are desperate for strong leaders and bold initiatives that fulfill their hopes and make good on the promise of change and the pledge to put Main Street first. Yesterday, Oregon legislators showed how to do it.
Corporate lobbyists, for their part, viewed the election as a challenge to their power and influence in the State Capitol, and deployed a series of dirty tricks in an attempt to scapegoat teachers and homecare workers. The voters, however, spoke loud and clear, declaring that basic fairness is more important than the agenda of special interests.
Oregon now has a chance to be a leader to the rest of the nation. Those in Massachusetts and Washington DC can and should learn this lesson: Progressive solutions to great challenges - backed by courage, conviction and hard work - will win support. We invite elected leaders and determined citizens everywhere to follow our lead.
QUESTIONLAND!! (At least we don't show up on your front doorstep every Tuesday.)
City Commissioner Dan Saltzman and five of the challengers for his seat took part in the Candidate Olympiad at Backspace last night, organized by the Mercury and the Oregon Bus Project.
The topics were bikes, police, the new bridge over I-5 and Major League Soccer—and I should probably mention that you can read a great roundup of the evening at Oregonian reporter Janie Har's blog, too. Thanks for covering the event, Janie!
Blue Oregon co-founder and leading signature gatherer Jesse Cornett emerged "victorious" from the evening, winning the gold medal with 22 votes from the crowd. Commissioner Saltzman himself came away with the silver medal, winning 19 and a half votes (the half was from a supporter's daughter), while mental health and police accountability advocate Jason Renaud (below, left) won the bronze medal, with 15 votes.
Make Saturday a fun, Haiti-helpin' night out. Stop by the Fresh Pot on N. Mississippi for a quadruple-shot pick-me-up. They are donating 10 percent of all their profits from Saturday to Partners in Health, who provide medical care to the victims of the Haiti quake.
All sweaty and caff-ed up! Wear some crazy socks and join Sock it to Me socks for Knee-Highs for Haiti at Oaks Park Roller Rink. It's after-hours skate fun with a DJ, the Rose City Rollers, and dishy desserts. There'll be goodie giveaways, including socks, Oaks Park passes, roller skates, gift certificates, T-shirts, and tons more. Buy some cute socks while you're at it—Sock it to Me will have a sales booth set up and they're donating all of the night's proceeds to help Haiti through Portland's the Mangrove Fund.
Knee-Highs for Haiti
Saturday, January 30
Oaks Park Roller Rink
10 pm-12:30 am
$7-10 sliding scale (includes skate rental)
100 percent of Sock it to Me proceeds and ticket sales will be donated
Frank Portman wrote a really fantastic YA book called King Dork, whose protagonist absolutely loathes Catcher in the Rye. Now here's Portman, reflecting on the book in the Huffington Post:
I've had a complex, ambivalent relationship with the book ever since, and I've remained skeptical about icons. In fact, I'd say that The Catcher in the Rye's duties as a massive cultural symbol, its status as the supposed ultimate depiction of teenage angst, have tended to upstage and crowd out the narrative itself, which has quite a lot going for it as a plain old character study apart from all that icon stuff. I didn't even notice that till I learned to stop thinking of it primarily as "angst therapy" that didn't happen to work particularly well on me. In my defense, that is pretty much how we were encouraged to think of it, and all other approved books, and everything else. But everything doesn't have to be angst therapy. Angst therapy is, I eventually realized, pretty dull. I guess that's growing up, sort of.
Oh, how I miss the 9 pm time slot of yore for our weekly Project Runway fix. Being out at the Tanker past 11 is starting to encroach on my mid-week beauty rest, but if Janeane's near-absence on the show is any indication we are safely scheduled up on Thursday nights for the foreseeable future. It's a good sign that the cameras barely rested on our homegirl at all yet again during last night's Project Runway episode, the only notable moment being during the stressful design/construction portion of the show, when she was smiling with glee at how well things were going for her—not the usual creased brows and wrung hands that characterize the workroom dramas. She's actually starting to have fun with it. Check out her blog from the episode. Nope, no complaints:
Last night I did some Fertile Ground show-hopping, catching portions of two shows—not the ideal way to see theater, but scheduling is the bane of this festival, and I wanted to get an idea of how two very different works-in-progress were shaping up.
Though its emphasized that it's a workshop, the first act of Many Hats' Truth and Beauty was really very strong. In a work based on Ann Patchett's memoir about her friendship with poet Lucy Grealy, Betsy Cross and Jessica Wallenfells use a succinct combination of words and movement to convey both the literal facts of the friendship between the two women (Lucy had cancer, which disfigured her face; the two women went to the same college, roomed together at the Iowa Writers' Workshop, and struggled together to become "real writers") and the friendship's emotional underpinnings (Lucy's neediness; Patchett's worry for her friend).
Grealy underwent a number of reconstructive surgeries in her struggle with cancer, and Wallenfells wears a series of masks to represent the work-in-progress that was Grealy's face . She also goes topless for a portion of the show that explicitly deals with the way other people respond to Lucy's deformity, a device that effectively forces the audience into an awareness of where their own gazes are trained. And crucially, as with past Many Hats shows, this one—or at least the first act!—knows just when to poke fun at itself, just when to pull back to prevent an emotional moment from becoming an overwrought one.
I reluctantly left Truth and Beauty at intermission, so I really only saw the lighthearted portion of the show—I imagine it takes a turn for the wrenching in its second act, which recounts Lucy's decline. (anyone who's seen it, thoughts?). But instead of watching a woman slowly die of cancer, I skedaddled down to the Armory for a staged reading of Road House.
I've never seen the movie (a situation I plan to remedy at Cort and Fatboy's next midnight movie), but the staged reading of Courtenay Hameister and Shelley McLendon's adaptation really exceeded my expectations. A handful of local comedians provided the cast, but it was Courtenay Hameister's delivery of the stage directions that made the show. (I particularly liked her blow-by-blows of the fight scenes, which were reminiscent of a very violent game of Twister "Punch to the face. Punch to the face. Roundhouse kick. Hair tug. Punch to the face.") The whole thing was clever and silly and fun, and the packed audience seemed to think so too—I'm looking forward to the full production in March (though I hope they consider keeping the stage directions, in some form—they really were the best part).
UPDATE! Just checked with Shelley McClendon, who says: "Yes- the stage directions are for sure staying. They have become another character. For the full production, we are just going to be building on what we have started by adding more visual elements, but in a minimal way so that the focus remains on the dialogue and the physical action. The music will be bigger and better. It is also going to be at the Someday Lounge, so we want to take advantage of the uniqueness of that space."
Which reminded me that, yes, the music was also used to really great effect.
From the amazing website Hot Chicks with Stormtroopers:
When I first saw this photo, I yelled, "See? There IS a god! And he/she/it is a god who looks down favorably on at least one nerd who scored a chick that was not only hot, but didn't seem to mind at all that her boyfriend is strutting around in public wearing a Stormtrooper outfit."
Then I had second thoughts.
How can there be a god that would ALLOW such a hot chick to fall for a nerdy Stormtrooper—especially when it's next to impossible for ME to tap some tail even half that good looking?!? This calls for a poll.
BASED SOLELY ON THE PHOTO ABOVE, IS THERE A GOD?
As always, your theological theories are welcome below.
Writer Willie Weir of Adventure Cyclist magazine makes his living loading up his panniers and touring exotic locales like Africa by bike. But for his most recent vacation, he and his wife spent five days just biking around Portland, camping in backyards and exploring Forest Park.
The article is a geared toward Portland newbies and is a little annoying because Weir focuses on the most touristy parts of the city (zOMG! Voodoo Donuts! Zoobombing! Saturday Market!) but it's cool to remember what our city looks like to new eyes:
We put our bikes on the 17 bus at the Sauvie's Island Park and Ride the next morning. The bus driver sees out panniers and gives us "Larry's Special" (a free day pass). We take light rail out to the burbs. Yes, you can hang our two fully-loaded bikes in a light rail car. We arrive to wide roads and strip malls—Anywhere, USA. Where are the bike boulevards and bike route signs? We quickle pedal back into the city, descending via one of the Zoobomb routes. It's much easier in the daylight.
Download the whole article in pdf here.
New research at San Francisco State University reveals just how common open relationships are among gay men and lesbians in the Bay Area. The Gay Couples Study has followed 556 male couples for three years—about 50 percent of those surveyed have sex outside their relationships, with the knowledge and approval of their partners.
That consent is key. “With straight people, it’s called affairs or cheating,” said Colleen Hoff, the study’s principal investigator, “but with gay people it does not have such negative connotations.”
The study also found open gay couples just as happy in their relationships as pairs in sexually exclusive unions, Dr. Hoff said. A different study, published in 1985, concluded that open gay relationships actually lasted longer.
And as this study will inevitably become grist for the marriage equality debate: remember, kids, you don't have to be monogamous to be married or married to be monogamous. The Clintons? The Sptizers? The Vitters, Ensigns, and Craigs? Not so monogamous, as it turns out, but still married. And half all gay couples? Monogamous and not married. Straight people have been discussing open marriage—open straight marriage—for decades (swinging, "wife swapping," multiple partners), and never once has anyone suggested that an open straight marriage isn't a "real" marriage or that a heterosexual couple who isn't monogamous shouldn't be allowed to legally marry.
Marriage is only "defined" by monogamy—and procreation and kids and religion—when bigoted straight people want to deny gay people the right to wed. They reserve for themselves the right to be non-monogamous and married and childless and married and non-religious and married... all while denying the right to wed to monogamous gay couples that do have kids.
It's Aliiiive! The economy grew faster than it had in six years this past quarter.
9/11 Trial May Move: Feds are considering not trying Khalid Sheikh Mohammed in NYC after all.
For the Children! Bill Gates' foundation will spend $10 billion more on vaccines, saving the lives of an estimated eight million children. That's right, Microsoft is good for children.
Tony Blair: I'm not a lapdog! Former British leader defends his buddy buddy relationship with George W. and his decision to go to war.
Australian Porn Ban: Conservative Australians push to ban small breasts and female ejaculation on screen. Maybe there's nothing else to talk about in Australia?
Homeopathy Overdose: Some skeptics are planning to eat entire bottles of herbal homeopathic cures in an attempt to prove they're based on bunk science.
Speaking of Homeopathy... Closing arguments will begin in the Oregon couple's faith healing trial today.
Cell Phones = Doom! We've known for years that hands-free cell phones are just as dangerous for drivers as regular phones. But here's a study in the Oregonian about it.
Voting from Prison: Federal judges halt Washington's plan to expand voting for felons.
Drum roll, please... This week's awarded
gift gif for the best/funniest/quippiest/most helpful/productive comment of the week goes to disastronaut, for this little gem left on last issue's mayoral recall article entitled "See Ya at Da Party, Richter":
Yep, still makes me laugh. Also, does anyone else think that Robert De Niro as Travis Bickle was super hot?
So here's a confession. My trip with a Reed economics class to Union Jacks this past weekend was actually my first time in a Portland strip club. And because it was my first time, I was taken aback by a couple things: So much money! So casually exchanged! It's strange that the likely millions of dollars passing through Portland's strip clubs are not counted as part of the "real" economy by either the city or traditional economists. Though Portland has 49 strip clubs within its boundaries (according to industry mag Exotic), the city does not factor their business into Portland's economy at all. Despite having business licenses and W-2 forms, they're part of the informal sector like Craigslist.
What if Portland included strip clubs in its general economic analysis of the city? I think it's strange that such a prevalent and lucrative part of our city's industry is a big black hole when it comes to actually evaluating its impact. How many Portlanders have jobs in strip clubs? How much money do they bring into the city? Do they cost the city anything in terms of social services or heightened police action? These are worthwhile questions that no one is answering, I think in a large part because it's hard to separate out the economic discussion around strip clubs from a social and moral one.
I don't know how the city would do this, because other states' attempts to keep track of strip clubs financially have been driven by morals, not economic curiosity. In Texas, a $5-per-customer strip club tax goes into a fund for rape victims. Las Vegas pursued a strip club tax with the justification that they were a burden on police.
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