As you may have heard, CBS is jumping on the "superhero bandwagon that shows no sign of slowing, and will eventually be as popular as CNN's Ebola coverage" with the development of a Supergirl TV show. WOOT! WOOT! And... It will probably be terrrrrible. On the upside, they haven't cast it yet, so here's YOUR opportunity to play the "gal of steel" for CBS. Here's casting info, provided by TV Line:
For Kara Zor-El aka Kara Danvers, the show is eyeing Caucasian females, age 22 to 26, to play 24. As the series’ mythology goes, Kara at age 12 was sent from her dying home planet of Krypton to Earth, where she was taken in by the Danvers, a foster family who taught her to be careful with her extraordinary powers. After repressing said skills for more than a decade, Kara is forced to bust out her super moves in public during an unexpected disaster. Energized by her heroism for the first time in her life, she begins embracing her abilities in the name of helping the people of her city, earning herself a super moniker along the way.
The other lead role currently being cast is that of 26-year-old Alexandra “Alex” Danvers, Kara’s gorgeous, brilliant, science-minded foster sister. Growing up, Alex was partly jealous of her sibling yet also fascinated by her abilities, prompting Alex to learn as much as she could about alien anthropology, sociology and culture. Today, Alex works for a secret government organization and, alongside her heroic sis, will face many challenges, both mundane and super.
Yep, sounds terrrrrible. And yet, you'd be so awesome in either of these roles! I'm gonna try out for the role of Gladys Kravitz, the nosy next-door neighbor who occasionally catches Kara doing something super, and runs into her house screaming, "AAAAABNER! AAAAABNER!!" (Abner's her husband.)
What’s almost as good as free? Almost free, which is what Boxer Ramen is offering on Saturday in celebration of their first birthday. Housed in Union Way, where it probably offers the most value for money compared to the other premium retail outlets there (though there is that good candy store…), Micah Camden and Katie Poppe’s ramen house has proven to be fun and inventive, serving delicious, rich and creamy tonkotsu (pork broth) noodle dishes. The sides are also special, though unfortunately they aren’t on sale. (Keep an eye out for a new N Alberta branch opening in the near future.)
The deal offers $5 ramen bowls between noon and 9 pm (so you can have lunch and dinner for 10 bucks. What?). The options are:
Tonkotsu – Shio: traditional pork broth, pork belly, soft poached egg, scallions
Spicy Red Miso: spicy pork broth, pork belly, soft poached egg, scallions
Shiitake – Shoyu: Shiitake mushroom-pork bone dashi. Shiitake mushrooms, soft poached egg, scallions
Vegetarian Curry: vegetable stock, coconut milk, yellow curry, tofu, mushrooms, corn, scallions
Boxer Ramen, 1025 SW Stark, Saturday, noon–9 pm
COMEDY—It takes a certain type of person to appreciate the comedy of Anthony Jeselnik (not judging here). One needs to enjoy dark, cruel one-liners that are constructed with mathematical precision, and presented with a sociopathic glare (with juuuuuust a hint of self-awareness and charm). These are jokes that will make your mother blanch and stare at you disapprovingly—but you're not bringing her along, are you? WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY
Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie, 7:30 & 10 pm, $25, all ages
MUSIC—The jangling rock of Eyelids, with echoes of Flying Nun and the Paisley Underground, boasts the talents of members of the Decemberists and Boston Spaceships, and tonight they celebrate the release of 854, the Portland all-star band's debut full-length. It's packed with short, nuggety bursts of greatness, and tonight's show is rumored to include some surprises. NED LANNAMANN
w/the Minders, Denim Wedding; The Secret Society, 116 NE Russell, 9 pm, $8
This is sickening, awful news, for artists to come this far from home and be robbed while in our city. If you know anything at all, or have any info about how to recover the bag that contains these belongings, please contact the band at the email address of hello at spinningtopmusic dot com and no questions will be asked. They're even offering a cash reward—that's how important the stolen items are. Here is the post that Pond put on Facebook earlier today:
Hey Portland!! We had a pelican bag of gear stolen from our van ..
If ANYONE knows ANYTHING we're willing to offer a CASH REWARD for any information - we're desperate for the hard drives as they have countless hours of music and effort stored!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE spread the word and talk to your mates and let us know how you go ..
(Ps. no questions asked for anyone with any info or esp if they can come up with goods)
If you haven't already placed your ballot in a mailbox, stamped and ready to be counted by the kind people at Multnomah County, maybe you shouldn't bother. It very likely won't make it to the elections office in time. But don't lose hope! County officials sprinkled several official "ballot drop" sites among us, all open 24 hours a day. (Except on Tuesday, when they close promptly at 8 pm.)
Yes, yes, yes... I know. Before you drop the damned thing off, you'll have to fill it out. And that's really been the problem, hasn't it? Stop fretting. Read our endorsement of Measure 26-159, which asks Portland voters to replace an expiring parks bond measure with a nearly identical measure that won't raise anyone's taxes whatsoever. Then click through to see the rest of our recommendations. And vote!
Update! Or listen to another radio interview about our picks, this time on Xray.fm's Five Quadrants of Portland. (Yes, including our recommendation against GMO labeling—which we clearly arrived at only because big companies paid off our mortgages and our student loans and pre-funded our retirement pensions and promised us bunks in the space arcs that will save humanity when the apocalypse finally arrives, on January 28, 2016, give or take. Shit... I think I've said too much.)
TRY SAYING THIS out loud, before this really begins, so you can get yourself in the proper mood: No one's taxes are going to go up if this passes. And again: No one's taxes are going to go up if this passes.
We're starting here in our discussion of Measure 26-159—which asks us to replace Portland's expiring 20-year parks bond—because that seems to be the most important thing voters keep needing to hear when considering this indisputably important measure.
Saying no would starve Portland Parks and Recreation of $68 million it otherwise wouldn't have—money that'll help make a dent in a $365 million maintenance backlog, from fixing playgrounds in every quadrant of the city to keeping workers safe by rebuilding the vulnerable Mount Tabor Maintenance Yards to waterproofing Pioneer Courthouse Square's leaky brickwork.
But when voters were asked about the bond measure in a poll this spring, the fear of park closures and a dimmed urban star didn't move the needle nearly as much as something else: the upfront assurance that renewing the thing wouldn't cost any more money ($13 a year for the average homeowner) than Portlanders have already been paying.
So if that's what you need to hear to keep from doing something stupid, because you're mad about all the other reasons city hall's asking for money, then fine. Let's say it one more time: No one's taxes are going to go up if this passes.
And then go do the right thing.
Did you miss All Jane No Dick, and now find yourself wracked with regret? Did you go, and see Susan Rice, Amy Miller, and Joann Schinderle tell jokes that made laughter-tears stream down your cheeks? Well, we're giving away two tickets to their appearance at Siren Nation's Hell Hath No Funny! Women's Comedy Showcase this Saturday, where they'll be joined by Kirsten Kuppendbender, and probably a whole lot of people who can't contain their laughter. Should you like to be one of them, put yer name in the hat!
Commissioner Amanda Fritz, who's been running point on the hiring process, said a "placeholder" ordinance for a vote next Wednesday would likely be filed this afternoon, going public on Friday. Then, maybe on Monday, after a lot of shuttle diplomacy led by Fritz, the council would announce its consensus pick in a press release. (Read all about the finalists, first identified by the Mercury, here and here. And here's a copy (pdf) of yesterday's agenda packet.)
The Oregonian initially reported as much last night, accurately capturing the discussion that had played out. But Fritz sent word, after the hearing, that things won't actually be moving that fast. Any vote, she told me, now won't come until November 12 at the earliest. And some substantial twists might be in store.
"We won't file an Ordinance on the COCL tomorrow," Fritz told me Wednesday night. "I want more time to discuss options with Council members and gather more information. The ordinance will be filed next week for hearing the week after."
It's not clear what other information Fritz and her colleagues might be still gathering. Fritz, when asked this afternoon, initially said only "more conversations and exploring options." But when pressed further—asked if there was still a chance the council might reject all three finalists (something strongly urged by some advocates in the mental health community) or seek to combine one or more of the applicants' proposals—she offered there are still "lots of potential outcomes," and said "no decisions" have been made yet.
A vote on November 12 would come almost 45 days after a special selection committee vetted the three finalists during an all-day set of public hearings, launching them into an intensive series of one-on-one meetings with commissioners. That hearing came a month after a federal judge approved the deal between the city and the feds.
The city's settlement deal with the federal Department of Justice—meant to address findings Portland cops have engaged in a pattern or practice of using excessive force against people with mental illness—says a compliance officer is supposed to be in place 90 days after the judge's approval.
As anyone who's told tall tales around a fire can attest, it's always good to have a scary story or two up one's sleeve. And for this week's Halloween issue, we enlisted staff and friends alike to share their true (and not so true) recountings, along with illustrations by Dominic De Venuta:
Aaaaaand, we have one more bonus story for you from the Mercury's resident metal music writer, Aris Wales, who has "been dabbling in horror/Twilight Zone-y stories for a while now." Of course he is. Check it out below, and check the rest out over here.
Francis digs graves. While his name may sound fragile, a gentleman he is not. Francis is a Sodomite. A vile man. A gluttonous pig. He drinks, smokes, snorts, shoots, and fucks whatever he can, whenever he can. To supply his vices and solicitations, Francis steals from the dead. Anything that will fetch a price. Even a man’s boots.
Thanks to next summer's Terminator: Genisys' refusal to stop depressing me—its most recent assaults on all that I hold dear include worrisome plot details, awkward photos of Doctor Who screaming while firing lasers out of a paintball gun, and (never forget) the fact it's apparently really going to be called Terminator: Genisys—I'm having to turn elsewhere to find promising new installments in the genre that is the apex of modern cinema: movies about robots.
And thus we come to Ex Machina, from Alex Garland, the writer of 28 Days Later and one of the guys behind 2012's surprisingly decent Judge Dredd movie. Ex Machina's got a brand-new trailer, and it looks good and creepy and like something I look forward to seeing. It's nice to be excited for things.
EYELIDS, THE MINDERS, DENIM WEDDING
(The Secret Society, 116 NE Russell) See My, What a Busy Week!
EYEHATEGOD, POWER TRIP, IRON REAGAN, WEHRMACHT, AT THE SEAMS, CHRONOLOGICAL INJUSTICE
(Bossanova Ballroom, 722 E Burnside) News flash: The world isn't entirely parties, puppies, and peaches. There are also class wars, government conspiracies, and just all-around bad shit that can't be ignored. Richmond's Iron Reagan, featuring members of Municipal Waste, Darkest Hour, and Mammoth Grinder, slams fists full of bangable riffs and pit-swirling mayhem into songs two minutes or shorter. Each is laden with messages of political injustice and societal ills. NOLA's champions of downer metal Eyehategod also have their gaze permanently locked onto the bleaker side of things. Their most recent self-titled full-length is seeping with dark crust and sludge that can only be found at the bottom of a hot spoon, or buried in the deepest, darkest depths of the human soul. ARIS WALES
SHRED OF THE DEAD FESTIVAL: TANGO ALPHA TANGO, THE GRIZZLED MIGHTY, FOX AND THE LAW, FOXY LEMON
(Dante's, 350 W Burnside) For three scintillating evenings, the inaugural Shred of the Dead Festival features an apropos cornucopia of disheveled Northwest artists. Spread across three venues on successive evenings, the organizers seem hell-bent on saturating Halloween weekend with one of the more diverse lineups of the season with a parasol bill that begins tonight at Dante's with a ghoulish lineup of rockers that includes the inimitable Tango Alpha Tango and the tart rock of Portland's own Foxy Lemon. Similarly monikered Fox and the Law come strapped with their heavy-hitting new LP, Stoned to Death, a kind of neo-grunge/classic-rock amalgamation that sounds like it will be the best thing on earth after 13 PBRs. Shred of the Dead continues on Friday at the Star, with funk-pop arbiters Minden and the psych meditations of Cambrian Explosion. It concludes Saturday at Bunk Bar with White Mystery and dirty rock rabble-rousers the Cry! RYAN J. PRADO
More than three months after Multnomah County's emergency manager resigned under accusations of lengthy brunches and illegal recordings, the search is finally on for a permanent replacement. The county posted the opening on Friday, offering up $90,000-140,000 a year to the right person.
It's a good bit of money, and an ostensibly desirable position. But at least one trade publication is cautioning would-be applicants. In a posting yesterday on the website for Emergency Management magazine, blogger Eric Holdeman could only offer restrained praise for the job.
The salary looks great and the Pacific Northwest is a wonderful place to live. The only hitch I see is in the number of directors who have rotated through that position in recent years.
Don't become too enamored with the dollar signs before you open all the drawers, look behind the curtains and check out the culture and how and why there has been the number of transitions that have happened in the past in that position.
Bottom line, "Look before you leap!"
Holdeman's referencing the Mercury's reporting from August, not long after county Emergency Manager Joe Rizzi abruptly resigned from a position he'd held for just over a year and a half.
That departure was spurred by complaints from three of Rizzi's employees. Among the gripes were allegations Rizzi spent long segments of the workday brunching with his girlfriend, and that he recorded conversations with coworkers on his iPad without telling them, a potential violation of Oregon law. Following the third complaint, the county placed Rizzi on administrative leave. He resigned the $122,000/year job immediately.
Rizzi denied the allegations against him, and said he'd been unfairly demonized by an employee (Rachel Novick, wife of City Commissioner Steve Novick) who he'd recently reprimanded. He resigned, he told the Mercury, because his job had become a "political battle," and he'd had offers elsewhere.
Two of Multnomah County's last three emergency management directors have left under allegations they were unfit managers (former Emergency Manager George Whitney resigned in 2008 amid outcry and controversy). Now, as Ebola paranoia takes hold, the county's Office of Emergency Management is looking for its eighth director since 2000.
I read Can't Let It Transpire's letter to you about her problems with clitoral stimulation, and would really really love to be able to give her my thoughts, as a woman who has experienced what she's experiencing, if you'd be willing to pass them on.
I'm 11 years older than CLIT, and direct clitoral stimulation has always been painful to me. At her age I found it too difficult to tell partners that what was going on wasn't getting my rocks off. (And Dr. Herbenick is totally right: boys at that age tend to just rummage roughly and hope something will work!) Over the course of my twenties I slowly discovered that treating the clitoral hood like a foreskin (moving it up and down without actually touch the clit directly) works much better for me. It wasn't until my late twenties that I discovered all the nerve endings that run down along both sides of the vulva (the fat penguin-like diagram of a clitoris explains these well) and stimulating them can work too. Maybe the same things will work for CLIT.
I didn't have my first orgasm with a partner until I was 25, and my first one with a male partner wasn't until I was 27! I'd hate for CLIT to have to wait that long too just because of lack of information. I highly recommend the Jimmyjane Form 2 vibrator for the kind of stimulation that works for those of us who can't take it directly on the clit. It's expensive, but nothing does it better! And I recommend she just cheerily explains this little oddity of her body to her boyfriend (and any potential future partners)—my sex life is a thousand times better for it.
I feel your pain (literally), CLIT, but I hope this helps!
Came Later In Time 2
Thanks for sharing, CLIT2. Bonus letter about another recent SLLTOD... after the jump...
It may have taken awhile, but Stephen Colbert has finally gotten around to dismantling the misogynist dicks of #GamerGate—and of course he does it in his own faux misogynist style. He starts here with a recap of how it all started...
And then delivers the haymaker with this interview with Anita Sarkeesian—the woman who has bravely stood up to these fucking children and brought their misogyny to national light— and who calmly lays out the truth of the situation, and eventually turns Colbert into a feminist! (Or at least a feminist who's pretending not to be a feminist, and [thanks to this interview] is now a feminist. THAT'S PROGRESS, PEOPLE!)
Do you drive a motor vehicle? Then dig this! Oceans of parking, or maybe just some pleasantly sized lakes, have opened in downtown Portland, the city's transportation bureau reports—after a significant tightening of the rules governing so-called "disabled placards" earlier this year.
Governor John Kitzhaber's office seems hellbent on waiting until after next week's election (and charging usurious amounts of money) before releasing all kinds of public records requested as part of various media outlets' investigations into First Lady Cylvia Hayes and whether and how her business mingled with the state's.
The terminally ill woman who grew nationally famous after moving to Oregon so she could avail herself of physician-assisted suicide has postponed the procedure, originally planned for Saturday. She says she's still feeling well enough to enjoy time spent with her friends and family—"but it will come," she adds, "because I feel myself getting sicker. It's happening each week."
Apple CEO Tim Cook has always been privately open about his sexuality. But now he's made it exultantly and wonderfully and perfectly public:
My desire for personal privacy has been holding me back from doing something more important. That’s what has led me to today.
For years, I’ve been open with many people about my sexual orientation. Plenty of colleagues at Apple know I’m gay, and it doesn’t seem to make a difference in the way they treat me. Of course, I’ve had the good fortune to work at a company that loves creativity and innovation and knows it can only flourish when you embrace people’s differences. Not everyone is so lucky.
While I have never denied my sexuality, I haven’t publicly acknowledged it either, until now. So let me be clear: I’m proud to be gay, and I consider being gay among the greatest gifts God has given me.
And in auld-timey news! The very Venerable Game of Base-Ball has a familiar New World Champion this morning. The Giants Ball Club, which plays in the Bay-Side Jewel of San Francisco, displayed great Skill and Fortitude in vanquishing the detestable Royals Ball Club of Kansas City, a most Garish and Gauche Cow-Town on a River. (And then Giants fans promptly responded to the good news by throwing bottles, shooting guns, and burning up their furniture in the middle of city streets.)
Russian fighter jets have come awkwardly close to NATO airspace four times since Tuesday, at times piercing it ever so slightly. The incursions seem to be a deliberately provocative move, threatening to leave relations with the West—already rubbed raw over Ukraine—in even worse shape.
Words like "declaration of war" are bubbling up from Palestine after Israel, reacting to clashes at the Al-Aqsa mosque (also venerated in Judaism as the Temple Mount), shut down access to the site for the first time in 14 years. The last time that happened? It sparked a Palestinian uprising.
Desperate to fend off a Republican takeover this fall, Democrats are waging a tough rhetorical war in the South—hoping to boost turnout among African Americans by linking the GOP with Ferguson and Trayvon Martin and the lingering legacy of Jim Crow laws.
An Ebola-quarantined nurse in Maine—who's totally ASYMPTOMATIC and yet whose home remains under the watchful eye of the state police—defied the paranoiac order keeping her homebound by taking a leisurely bike ride with her boyfriend.
Burkina Faso's parliament is burning down.
The American economy did better last summer than most people expected, growing at a 3.5 percent clip in the third quarter. That's the best three months we've seen in years.
THIS MAN NEVER NEEDED AUTO-TUNE. LET IT BE KNOWN.
Live from the Moda Center as the Portland Trail Blazers host the Oklahoma City Thunder! Forget game seven of the World Series, basketball is finally here! (Note to the baseball gods: I didn’t really mean that. Go Royals!)
I’ve added fifteen pounds of muscle, I’m in the best shape of my life, and I’m really going to focus on defense and getting out in transition this season. Wait...nope, sorry, that’s every basketball player ever. This lonely blogger spent the off-season eating Cheetos and watching Cheers reruns. So, thanks NBA, I desperately needed a reason to put on pants this week.
Really though, it is great to be back. It’s hard to believe it’s time for basketball again—I’m not sure I’ve emotionally recovered from Lillard’s game six winner yet, but here we are at the start of another year. It seems like just yesterday that the Moda Center was transformed into a puddle of happy adult tears in just .9 seconds.
Can the Blazers build off of last season’s magic? Will they get bitten by the dreaded regression bug? Will Nicolas Batum finally remove his restraining order and accept my letters of undying love? Follow along, after the jump!
But for whatever reason, this paper seems to have gotten outsize attention for our stance. A flash mob in protest of the editorial was briefly considered earlier this week. Then KBOO called up to discuss the piece with Denis, while barely touching on the other publications.
* True. It's on my business card.
That's why I'm posting the entirety of Visions of a Healed Kingdom for you right now. Recorded largely by Ellis and former Fruit Bats/Shins member Ron Lewis, it's got echoes of vintage Prince and Chic, and other '80s-gazing vintage pop, an era when machines started getting just as funky as the people playing them. It's not just a dancefloor party-starter, it also is a studied, knowledgable record that's full of love for pop's past: check out that TR-808 cymbal hit at the end of "Bar Fight," or a startlingly good facsimile of the Purple One's pained scream and "Controversy" groove in album opener "Messiah."
Night on Disco Mountain kicks off tonight at Holocene (1001 SE Morrison) at 8:30 pm and costs six bucks. Disco-themed costumes are strongly encouraged. If you can't make it, Purse Candy is also playing a free show at Mississippi Studios on December 11. Listen to the new Purse Candy album below (it's also on Bandcamp, if that's your jam).
You have about a month before the universe will conspire to make you feel weird about buying anything that isn't a gift for someone else. Just sayin'. Here's what's happening in the wonderful world of local retail commerce this week—with bonus material that didn't make print, as usual:
• Downtown's Solestruck Showroom has been open for three years, and to celebrate the party people behind the operation are throwing a "Birthdaween" costume party! Best looks win prizes including shoe money, and none shall enter without costume! w/Princess Dimebag; Church, 2600 NE Sandy, Thurs Oct 30, 8 pm
• It's not just hometown pride: Michelle Lesniak's collection for FashioNXT has put me on Team Michelle for all things. That includes the new season of Project Runway All Stars, in which she returns to the reality TV franchise. Show her some support and come out to the weekly viewing she's hosting, where she'll award raffle prizes and share off-screen anecdotes! Back Stage Bar, 3702 SE Hawthorne, Thurs Oct 30 (and each Thurs thereafter on Lifetime), doors at 8 pm
• Xtabay is celebrating Halloween by taking 25 percent off all vintage clothing, shoes and accessories (shave off an additional five percent if you shop in costume), as well as passing out treats like champagne and Halloween cookies. Xtabay, 2515 SE Clinton, Fri Oct 31
• Animal Traffic, which has been increasingly dipping its toes outside its vintage roots to pick up brands that emphasize sturdy construction and longevity in wear, is opening the Annex, dedicated to footwear for men and women. In keeping with their rustic-leaning tastes, the shop will feature exclusives from Red Wing Heritage and the West Coast debut of Woolrich footwear. The Annex, 4018 N Mississippi, opens Sat Nov 1, grand opening Fri Nov 7, 6 pm
• Another brand that blossomed out of a vintage-heavy model, Palace is moving into a larger space, in which owner Charlotte O. Wenzel tells me she plans to further diversify Palace's offerings. Look for more home goods from off-the-beaten-path sources (with special attention to rugs), more apothecary, and even food items. Stop in to this weekend's grand opening for a first look, with "Sweedeedee Mexican wedding cookies, peach bellinis, and Tecate," as well as a live performance by White Glove. The party also features the release of a custom tote bag by Phoebe Wahl. Palace, 2205 E Burnside, opens Sat Nov 1
• The name of MadeHere PDX pretty much says it all. The new 3,000 sf retail space "epitomizes the strong values Portland holds in regards to supporting and buying local... MadeHere PDX features an unparalleled selection of products ranging from edible delights to bikes, surfboards, fine art, furniture, and beyond." MadeHere PDX, 40 NW 10th, opens Sat Nov 1, grand opening Thurs Nov 6
• Cargo has successfully settled into its new digs on the Eastside, and all that's left is a proper party to warm up the revamped, larger space! Come raise a glass to one of the city's best long-running examples of independent retail success! Cargo, 81 SE Yamhill, Sun Nov 2, 4-8 pm
There's less than a week left until the election, and only 23.8 percent of the state's eligible voters have cast ballots. Here in Multnomah County, we're doing worse than that (22.3 percent), and Washington County's got the second-worst turnout in the state right now, at 20.1 percent.
You know who's doing pretty good, though? Clackamas County. At any rate, it's beating the state as a whole with an even 25 percent (but still cast fewer ballots than Multnomah or Washington counties). It's time to vote, everybody.
Here, we'll help. Check out our endorsement of Measure 86, the so-called Oregon Opportunity Initiative. Then click through to see the rest of our recommendations. Then fill out that damn ballot.
THE OREGON LEGISLATURE, busy juggling endless hot potatoes like the Columbia River Crossing and the state's troubled K-12 schools, has let higher education crash to the floor.
The portion of the state's general fund put toward public universities and community colleges sits at historic lows; administrators, professors, and university staff must make do with less, causing predictable acrimony when labor contract negotiations come around; and Oregon students are tasked with chipping in where the legislature won't.
In the last decade alone, tuition in the Oregon University System shot up 50 percent, far outpacing income, and doubtlessly leaving aspiring students behind.
The status quo got us here, and it shows no signs of improving.
Which is why we agree with State Treasurer Ted Wheeler that Oregon needs to do something extraordinary to reaffirm its commitment to higher education. And Wheeler has hit on a good thing with Measure 86, his so-called "Opportunity Initiative."
Under the measure, the Oregon Constitution would be amended, allowing the state to issue potentially billions in bonds. The precise amount would be up to lawmakers. But whatever the amount, all that money would be invested—and the fruits of those investments would be dedicated to Oregon's students in the form of financial aid. That outlay might be relatively modest, Wheeler concedes—particularly in the short term—but it will also foster a better-educated workforce.
There are gripes about the measure—suggestions the fund's investments could tank and a specious argument that more aid will just let schools increase tuition—but no organized opposition. Some conservatives question the use of limited public money, saying private donations should be used to set up a fund.
But that's what's great about Wheeler's plan. Without raising your taxes, it would spur the legislature to put general fund money toward higher education, and also send a message that college education is a priority.
That message is long overdue.
JAZZ TOBACCO—So the Mercury's ringing endorsement of legal pot convinced you to VOTE YES ON MEASURE 91, but you want to know more. And you want to laugh, and learn about some good strains before weed becomes legal (because you voted, right?). Check out live podcast Let's Talk About... Pot, a show that features stand-ups Gabe Dinger and Nathan Brannon, local weed luminary Ganja Jon, and the Merc's own Josh Jardine. And vote, damn you. DIRK VANDERHART
Hawthorne Theatre Lounge, 1507 SE César E. Chávez, 8 pm, FREE
BLAZERS—This year's season opener, featuring our Blazers taking on the Oklahoma City Thunder, is like Christmas and Thanksgiving combined for hoop heads in PDX. Granted, Kevin Durant won't be there (you'll get to boo the living shit out of a superstar when LeBron and the Cavs hit town next week), but 'tis a small matter, really. The season has begun. Blazermania prevails. BOBBY ROBERTS
Moda Center, 1 Center Court, 7:30 pm, $25-235, all ages
Put the Bride on a poster and I will automatically deem it Poster of the Week. That's how it goes when you put me in charge of such matters. This pretty poster by Zoltron advertises his own poster art show at the People's Art of Portland. It's up through November 9 at their gallery space in the Pioneer Place Mall.
Taking suggestions for next week's Poster of the Week. Email.
So Jake Gyllenhaal goes on Ellen to plug his new Nightcrawler movie (read the Mercury review here!), and for his trouble gets the shit scared out of his butthole. (In his defense, that stagehand dressed up as Annabelle will be visiting my nightmares for the next three weeks.)
POND, DOCTOPUS, PETER BIBBY
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) To Portlanders, Pond may always be the local trio of Charlie Campbell, Chris Brady and David Triebwasser, who recorded a couple of albums for Sub Pop in the '90s and were one of our town's true buzz bands back when most of the buzz was happening three hours up I-5. But it's 2014, not 1993, and a different band named Pond consists of a shaggy bunch of Australians who make psychedelic pop-rock that's as pure and pretty as fellow Perth exports Tame Impala, with whom Pond shares a few members. Pond's last two albums—2012's Beard, Wives, Denim and 2013's Hobo Rocket—weren't anything you haven't heard before, but they were packed to the gills with fuzzy, soaring melodies. A new one, Man, It Feels Like Space Again, is due out in January. BEN SALMON
SAUL WILLIAMS, MIC CRENSHAW, UNICORN DOMINATION
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Saul Williams has been producing experimental hiphop—alongside artists of his ilk, such as Blackalicious and KRS-One—since the late '90s. One part hiphop, one part poetry slam, one part dark, spoken performance art, Williams creates an intensely innovative sound unlike what we normally think of as hiphop. Where hiphop and rap often veer into self-congratulatory, flashy, or abrasive modes, Williams molds it into a self-reflective, poetic art form that transcends traditional ideas of word-against-beat. His musical backing and obtuse lyrics push boundaries, but do not lack passion or musical roots. Most hiphop artists do not have their master's in acting from NYU's Tisch School and are probably not vegans living in Paris, but most hiphop artists are not Saul Williams, one of the most intellectual and unique performers around. ROSE FINN
DAD ROCK, ELECTRIC HYMN, LOCALS ONLY
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) See All-Ages Action!
Here's a fact I'm not proud of: I have watched so much reality TV. Back when my cable was paid for by institutional capital, Bravo would broadcast marathons of America's Next Top Model, and I would promise myself I would just watch one episode. Spoiler alert: that never happened, and I knew it wasn't going to. Reality TV is alluringly awful. The drama is not real, but it sucks you in anyway, and soon enough you're on Team Ne Ne and don't shower anymore.
Action/Adventure Theatre's new serialized comedy, Mars One, created and directed by Nick Fenster, is not like that. (Although, if we're picking teams, TEAM TABITHA ALL THE WAY).
I can't even really tell you what Mars One is like, because a) it's partially improvised each evening, which means it will be different by the time you go see it!, and b) new episodes are coming this weekend! Trust me, those exclamation points are not gratuitous. Because the cast is remarkably charming and funny, and it's kind of like watching the most unhinged, surreal episode of The Real World: Seattle possible, and because live theater is a whole lot better for your brain than watching starving young women screech "TYRA MAIL!" while you suddenly look up and realize it's 3 in the morning*.
Last we checked in, things weren't looking great for the first colonists on Mars. Their Team Leader is missing, delightfully flustered Mission Control (Jake Michels) is sending cryptic warnings about a sleeper cell, and the mysterious objects coming through the 3-D printer to Tabitha Thompson (Noelle Eaton), "a runner-up on Mars and a runner-up in life" just got really real: there's now a gun in play. The adventure continues tomorrow night!
*NOT THAT THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
Well, this is weird. Karen Russell's Floridian brand of magical realism may be coming to a teevee near you! Weird, because the book being adapted is Russell's St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised By Wolves, which is a collection of unrelated short stories about ghost boyfriends, magic goggles, the children of werewolves, and a summer camp for children with sleep disorders, all set in the Florida Everglades. Maybe the TV show will be a capsule series like American Horror Story, with each new season dedicated to a new, very weird tale? My guess is probably not. Which is probably too bad, because that would be awesome.
Still, Russell's book will be in the hands of Jenny Bicks, a longtime TV writer and producer who most recently worked on The Big C, the underappreciated show that starred Laura Linney as an unapologetically unsympathetic woman coping with a cancer diagnosis in inappropriate ways. Oh, I miss that show. TV doesn't have nearly enough antiheroines. Maybe
The Karen Russell Show St. Lucy's will help fill the gap!
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