He was too young to form memories back then, but Joe Bashlow knows that poet William Carlos Williams was his pediatrician during the Great Depression. His early contact with the poet may have formed his lifelong interest in poetry, which is what has brought the 77-year-old to Portland State.
Before the start of every term, Bruce Lindley roams through Lincoln Hall from dark until dawn, usually without speaking to a soul.
Portland State graduate student Jim “Pong Wolfgun” Kelsheimer was first arrested for civil disobedience in Philadelphia in the summer of 2000, the year that marked the beginning of his three-year-long travel stint across the country, from riot to rally to protest.
As hurricane-like rain pummeled the aluminum siding of the campus landscaping office—a single-wide trailer hidden behind the Stott Center—it was a struggle to hear Suzan Wilson’s soft voice.
At Portland Child Art Studio, white walls are splattered with primary colors and plastered with small green and blue handprints.
On metal shelving, alongside sculptures made of toilet paper rolls and green strawberry baskets, thick stacks of clean drawing paper lie next to bundles of children’s artwork.
Not all majors are created equal, according to a new study, and some are quite literally more valuable than others.
In May, the Georgetown University Center on Education and the Workforce published a report called “What’s It Worth? The Economic Value of College Majors,” which found vast differences in income and employment rates between various fields of study.
Under emotional duress, Daniel Burnell has described himself as a smooth round blue stone in the rain.
If you’ve attempted the iconic en pointe ballet technique, you know how difficult it is to maintain a center of mass on tiptoes.
To learn how dancers do it—how they lift each other bird-like in the air or perform the fouetté en tournant—ballet connoisseurs and science geeks alike gathered with microbrews and pizza in the Bagdad Theater on Wednesday for the OMSI Science Pub event, The Physics of Ballet.
When Cicada Zayda moved west to Portland, his life in Akron, Ohio wasn’t the only thing he left behind.
From his post under the sky bridge between Cramer Hall and Smith Memorial Student Union, a gentle, long-bearded newspaper seller blends into his surroundings as crowds of students rush from one class to the next.
“We were walking to the library the other day,” student parent Janell Orchard said, “waiting to cross the street, and these were the people crossing with us: a little person in drag, a humongous white guy wearing one of those conical Asian hats, a guy singing ‘Who Let the Dogs Out?’ at the top of his lungs and a man with a parrot on his shoulder. And my son didn’t have a word to say about any of it. It didn’t even cross his mind to notice. I love, love, love that about living downtown.”