I don't know about you but I kinda like this moody time of year, when the sun takes turns with the rain (and eventually wins!). Every time you check your weather app it's a cliffhanger, which makes life more interesting, I say, and plus it can produce erratic emotions! Like on the Mercury Letters page:
—By now you've heard about the police/hiphop brouhaha that went down at the Blue Monk. Maybe you were there? Fred was, and has his own take on what down between "a baby-faced, rookie-looking, white, male Rip City PD officer" and "the soon-to-be-next-Kid-Rock."
—Last week, Mr. Greener expressed the opinion that homeless travelers downtown might consider the experience of "a petite young lady" who has to pass through them. This week, Mary informed him that "when I walk through a crowd of homeless folks I think about their family of origin and the drugs or violence they might have faced," actually.
—Two guys named Tom like our music Debate Clubs so much that they think we might consider doing them every week. Yeah, maybe we might consider that.
—Someone wrote a sarcastic thing about the cops and the homeless and keeping Portland weird. Still happening, all.
—And a real scientist, Dr. Bag o' Dicks, write in to discuss the fact that scientists have simply given up upon being faced with a populace that mostly just tells them they don't know what they're talking about. Ooops.
- ILLUSTRATION BY MICHAEL EATON
- Science has abandoned us, which is why this is merely an illustration of Wm Steven Humphrey having removed his eyeballs, rolled them in cocaine, and reinserted them to get high, and not a reality.