Author: Bianca Blankenship

When people began asking Judevine director Patrick Tangredi what the play was about, he had trouble answering. A play composed of 26 stories with no single story that stands as the main theme isn’t easy to pigeonhole.

Twenty years ago at this time, groups of ecstatic Germans were standing atop a wall that would no longer divide Berlin in two. Some even took pickaxes to the concrete blocks. A year later, Germany would be reunited.

The spirit of feminism is strong in Portland, from the influence of the LGBT crowd to the do-it-yourself attitude of the feminist knitting groups. Being a woman in this city affords more and better opportunities all the time.

If you walk into the Horse Brass Pub on a weekend night, you’re guaranteed to find it packed with smiling, beer-guzzling folks. Yet you’re likely to find at least one small table for you and your friends where you can sit and enjoy some of the best beer on tap in this city.

There’s no doubt that a simple cocktail like a screwdriver is easy to make and easy to think of when the bartender finally asks for your order. But what about a shot of Hazelnut Espresso Vodka?

I can only imagine the horrified responses of people who unexpectedly ran into a mass of zombies in downtown Portland this time last year.

At the entrance, they warn you: There will be violence, nudity, perversion and gore.
“Are any of you pregnant or epileptic?” asked the woman at the door.

If you’ve ever peered into one of the many boxes of free stuff on the sidewalks in Portland, you might know that they are often gold mines. Anything from iPods to cashmere sweaters can be found in these gloriously free boxes of stuff.

It might be Sarah Vowell’s unusual voice that grabs your attention, but it’s her wit and intelligence that will keep you hooked.

This might only be the end of our second week of school, but there are already a number of weary, sleep-deprived faces on campus.

There’s no doubt that fall is here, and we’re not talking about the changing color of leaves, the suddenly cold nights or the empty thrift-store shelves after Halloween costume shopping.