A situation report on our progress, invading Portland.
It’s a despicably 90s youth way to describe The Post, isn’t it? Painful, even. Regardless, all of our linguistic sins are forgiven, today, as we finally have an assured, dedicated Post Office Box for you to fill with just about anything!
P.O. Box 1343
Beaverton, OR 97075
Beaverton, OR 97075
By anything, well… Unfortunately, I must request that you do not mail us any explosive devices - as stated in our updated - because our little Beaverton Post Office is much too cute, frankly, and we’re a bit too busy to digest any federal investigations, at the moment. We really are excited to receive just about any other sort of mail, though – regardless of how vile, hateful, encouraging, or supportive it may be! Send us your , feedback, money(?!) or personal sentiments. We might just freakin’ respond! (If you leave a return address, of course.)
Otherwise, in the wake of last month’s ranty, relatively irrelevant – as I write you from – we’re just taking a bit to get set up. Progressive steps in the interest of the Portland Plan are being taken, albeit slowly. Luckily, October is Prime Stopping Ground for . reflected on some classics and the career of Dearest Nick Cage. ( on Robert Bierman, as requested.) Naturally, you can expect at least one more excellent horror movie-related episode from the bunch before the holiday., and a parsing limp in our , it’s probably seemed like we’ve been lazin around, but frankly
As you’ve noticed, I have taken liberal space on the homepage since the move – my reflection on our experience in , and my own have indeed been ruminating in the digital pages of This Here Website – but with the first colonial groundwork of Extratone Portland laid, our most significant shift ever is about to commence. I am in the process of getting a Big Boy job in which to exert my more menial uses for the sake of Extratone and my own living situation. In the interim, I have begun exploring the notable local publications – hovering my days away in the cold coffee shop infinitude, absorbing as much of the culture as possible. Luckily, the primary supposition which motored our Blogging Butts to Oregon has consistently proven correct – the creative certainly is more rewarded here (certainly than in Columbia, Missouri, obviously,) and things are moving – but you needn’t take my word for it, just yet.
Accounting for the possibility that we may very well become some approximation of a Local Publication, I have been exploring the dominant alt-weekly establishment (which is an exciting combination of words to stand behind unironically from the get-go) – namely, – a precious déjà vu-triggering gem, written with just enough irreverence to maintain its relevance, and the relatively-infamous , which is apparently willing to put the word “asshole” in print. A good sign, I guess. In turn, local links have begun appearing in the , and – I’ll be damned – we’re considering adding a LOCAL header to ’s DIVISION/ART/MEDIA header triad. Your feedback on the matter would be welcome weight in that new Postal Box of ours, no doubt.
Now, we must inevitably ask some questions. Is there inherit merit in branding ourselves local? Would it result in a net gain for you - the readership, or is it inescapably constricting? Or - as per our commitment to remimagination - is there any power in whatever brand we don that we will be unable to control, really? From my perspective, any risks in “moving” Extratone to Oregon are worth a shot at creating something new, here. From the pavement I’ve personally pounded so far, I’d wager that Portlandian goings-on are surely pushing and pulling on American discourse in some fashion or another. I can tell you that the municipal government is quite wealthy and the human beings are unusually kind & diligent, yet somehow, the mood is never huffy. It’s almost profoundly serene.
New proximity to friends and colleagues was perhaps the most enticing allure of the whole idea. Just last night, we spent good time with - I would expect to see his byline again. We’d love to see your face too, of course - , one more time. Until next month, catch me trending in an Oregon hobbyshop or the hopelessly-charming Powell’s Books, downtown. and his fiance. Granted, he did officially resign, but resignation has become the popular prank of the bunch
Also, I’d like to wish a maniacally happy birthday upon Extratone’s Senior Culture Editor, Leo Marx. You’re already sorely fucking missed, Tim.