I got hired at our shitty suburban Borders in Michigan back in 1996, too, so I wanted to say thanks to Paul for writing this piece. You and I had pretty interchangeable experiences, up to and including blow jobs at Borders parties. Bizarre. I just went back to Michigan to visit friends and couldn't help myself from stopping in at the old stomping grounds to take one more look around before it becomes a (wait for it . . .) Walmart. This might not be that big of a deal to those of us who made it out of our crappy towns and now live in (ahem, sort of) cosmopolitan cities, but those of us who grew up with nary an indie bookstore around owe our discovery of culture to these big box chain stores and no amount of cynicism will make me forget it.
Just found out from a little birdie in the kitchen at Pok Pok that they use Tyson chicken. As in nasty, factory farm, worker mistreating, awful shite. Seriously, gross. Add enough sauce and you can make anything taste good, I guess. I'm totally annoyed that this is the sort of shit that wins national acclaim and lofty-ass James Beard Awards when there are so many amazing chefs in Portland who actually take the time effort and EXPENSE to buy local, sustainable food.
And Sam Adams says, "It's frustrating."
No, it's not frustrating, Sam. Frustrated is what I feel when the bus doesn't come on schedule. This is outrageous, ridiculous, disgusting, and stupid. 70 percent of this project was funded by debt that we'll be paying off for decades. Thanks, city government! Watch people take this out on the school district next year when pissed off voters vote down the bond measure PPS will try to wrangle out of us. Way to think long term.
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