Archive for March, 2009

Salem mulling new parking restrictions

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

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The Internet has facilitated a major change in storytelling, one where the comment boards are sometimes more interesting than the story itself.

That doesn’t surprise me. People offer much meatier quotes when they don’t put their face and their name behind it. And although I think that amounts to cowardice, I can’t help but read comments sections when issues really get peoples’ blood boiling.

The latest over at the Statesman-Journal, Salem’s Gannett Corp.-owned daily, is that the city is mulling a change to current parking restrictions to keep state workers from engaging in the “two-hour shuffle.” Apparently there are people who, for lack of a real, paid parking spot, move their car every two hours to avoid getting a ticket.

They park in one of the city’s cutest historical neighborhoods on Chemeketa Street NE and Court Street NE. New rules would require two hour shufflers to move their cars every 90 minutes to a different neighborhood.

Angry commuters! Makes me glad I’m part of Tina Brown’s “Gig Economy” and work at home.

The pic is of the Court-Chemekta historical district, in happier times (the weekend). Photo courtesy of the Salem Heritage Network.

No rest for the Wicked

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

wicked1Nothing has generated more interest on our refrigerator — not pictures of us, our friends’ babies, our magnetic poetry, our well-traveled postcards — than our tickets to Broadway Across America’s Wicked.

Friends joked about stealing them.

Colleagues practically burst into tears at the sight of them.

We finally cashed them in last night, racing up to Portland after work (the roads were oddly quiet because of Spring Break).

Sadly, if you’ve read the book, you might be disappointed by the musical.

Wicked this book is this amazing sprawling satire, this beefy reinvention of the Oz story where the main characters of the original L. Frank Baum book become all but peripheral.

That happens in the musical too, but the story is altered almost to the point of unrecognizability.

I don’t mind it when the story changes in translation across media. In the best traditions of oral storytelling, characters appear and reappear in other stories, changing in the mouths of the storytellers.

But in this case, Wicked  gets dumbed down into a kind of High School Musical for the fairy tale set. Major happy endings that little girls are sure to love.

Wish I had one.

Then I could have experienced the joy at least through a little kids’ eyes. But Wicked was an adult book and I was left disappointed by the show.

As soon as I realized this was happening, I decided to try to throw out the analysis of story (this is very difficult for me. Ask my husband about that time I went with him to see Angelina Jolie in Wanted and ruined it for him by pointing out all the ways the director borrowed from every other awesome flick).

So here’s your silver lining. The set design is bombastically fantastical — one of the best I’ve seen. Glinda — and the understudy who played her — steals the show. Wicked Witch of the West Elphaba brings the house down with her two climactic, show-stopping numbers.

And the use of malapropisms to satire shoddy leadership and abuses of power  feels just right — a nod to our former regime, obviously,  and one that we can still laugh at even as some of them — strategery? — become part of our vernacular.

Two last words. Flying monkeys!

Oregonian's majorly meta coupon story

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

fooddayWhen I get the Oregonian on Tuesday I sit down in our IKEA poing chiar next to the fire stove and  lay the Food Day section  gingerly on my lap like a blanket.

My discovery of Food Day has been the only thing keeping me from staving off paper newspapers altogether. It has been my only newspaper joy after learning that Washington Post Book World was going out of print as a single section. Food Day is compulsively readable and chatty in a good way.

Ok, it’s not the only thing keeping me hooked on print.

I’m a major coupon clipper. So wasn’t I surprised to pick up the Food Day to see a front-page feature story on a woman right here in Oregon who saves up to 75% shopping for her family of four by implementing a coupon strategy.

Actually, what she does is more of a coupon lifestyle. And she’s got a website to back it up.

The one important fact the reporter did not mention was how much time this woman spend working the coupon angle. My guess is at least eight days a week.

This is a great story for three reasons:

1. It has the “slightly crazy person doing awesome things” vibe I love about features

2. It is a subtle plug for the Oregonian’s own Sunday coupon section.

3. If you take it a step farther, it offers an implicit argument for buying a paper newspaper instead of just reading it online. Buying a paper newspaper, especially the Sunday edition, more than pays for its price in coupons.

I personally like the feel of scissors cutting through glossy coupon paper, though I know some people actually hate coupons for just that reason.

But the argument against coupons that you hear most often is related to time — how much is your time worth to you.

I say, if you’re going to sit through Season Two of Highlander on DVD anyway, you might as well be clipping coupons.

Desperately Seeking Branding Specialist

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

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Ok, so I’ve been in Salem for about four months now and I’ve seen all stripes of Willamette.

Willamette Dental, Willamette University, Willamette Noodle Co.,  Willamette Writers, Willamette Week, Willamette Valley Vineyards, Willamette Bank.

Would the real Willamette please stand up? oh wait, you’re a Superfund site meandering through the state and lending your name from everything from noodles to PC Services. Cheeky little river.

I’m no branding expert, but I know a muddled down geographical brand fiasco when I see one.

How can one name be desirable both to some of the country’s most enterprising investigative reporters and a dental chain?

Willamette is a pretty loaded word. Willamette University has a pretty clear claim to the title, it is, after all, practically located on the river and was the first U.S. university in the West.

But it seems to me that all you need to do is add Willamette to your business name and all of a sudden you have steeped it in images of settlers homesteading the Willamette Valley. That’s not an image that lends itself to everything (Willamette Scrapbooking Co.? Willamette Enema Professionals?).

The inherent problem with tacking Willamette on to everything is it starts to mean absolutely nothing. Also, since Willamette has a deep and revered history here as a word, and a place,  it can’t help but seem incongruous with some of the modern applications it’s attached to.

Or perhaps the ubiquity of Willamette is just a none-too-subtle way to keep us newcomers from feeling okay here since we obviously can’t spell it or say it.

And it’s everywhere.

Don’t even get me started on Lancaster Drive.

Salem Oregon Must-do list

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

Just created what will soon be my constantly changing Salem Oregon must-do list. Here’s the current one, you’ll find the list on its own page on the right column under the F.A.Q.’s.

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Top Ten Things to Do in Salem, Oregon

10.  Run, don’t walk past the Oregon State Hospital.

9.  Take in a flick at the Northern Lights Pub Theatre. Assuming they’re not still playing Twilight. (Don’t tell me it’s Theatre Pub. I say if the movie theater is serving beer, it’s going first).

8. Check out some consignment furniture at Encore on Commercial Street SE.

7. Pop in for a spin around the galleries (Tuesday is free) at Willamette University’s Hallie Ford Museum of Art.

6. Chat up the booksellers at the Book Bin or Tea Party Bookshop.

5. Pick a wine off the wall at Morton’s Bistro in West Salem.

4. Stroll among the cherry trees at the State Capitol (they’re almost out!).

3. Chat with Jim Bernau at Willamette Valley Vineyards.

2. Gaze with wonder at how tchochkes can be stylish when grouped by color or theme at Engelberg Antiks.

1. Stop in for a make-your-own cannoli at the Little Cannoli Bakery in the Reed Opera House.

Breitenbush Hot Springs – a hippie trip

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

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Problem: I’m a soakaholic and our house has no bathtub.

Solution: A weekend trip to Breitenbush Hot Springs.

Breitenbush, a hot springs area about 12 miles from Detroit in the central Cascades, has served as a ritual retreat for unknowable centuries. Indians gathered there to fish and soak in the centuries before the area was homesteaded.

It became a private retreat about 50 years ago and maintains this hippie vibe that we often go for while traveling but don’t always practice at home.

It’s basically summer camp for grownups.

Since I met my husband as a camp counselor in my early 20s, I can’t think of anything more fun.

Trip Breakdown:

L. and J. joined us in Salem for strawberry and banana pancakes on Saturday morning. We hit the road for Breitenbush about 10:30 and made it by 12:00 p.m.

We checked in.

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We ate crunchy hippie food of steamed brown rice, roasted squash, salad, and cheese and broccoli soup.

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We spent about half an hour in a Turkish bath (steam sauna) built directly over a hot spring.

No pictures of that, you cheeky monkeys, this isn’t that kind of blog.

We dipped for about an hour in a 102 degree hot spring pool.

Three of us continued on to a hotter hot spring, and then finally to the hottest, while I, having already found my just right, dried off and headed to the lodge, where I read The Watchmen and sipped yogi tea for an hour and a half.

We gazed into the Jackson Pollock of stream beds.

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I joined about 23 other people in a cramped but gorgeous room called the Sanctuary for a yoga session far beyond the difficulty offered at my local YMCA. In our last hometown of Iowa City, the Sanctuary was a bar…

We stayed overnight at a Batesian Motel called the Four Seasons.

We breakfasted at a pretty amazing local joint called the Cedars, where the walls were adorned with saw art. As in, art painted on canvases formerly known as saws.

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We played a game called “Going Camping.” L. won after J. fell on the “got sticky fingers, go back five spaces” spot.

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We drove west into snow for about 30 minutes before discovering that the trail we had hoped to traverse was covered with it.

We got out of the car and walked onto the uncovered bed of Detroit Lake, which appeared to me like the landscape I had pictured while reading Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.

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We headed for the afternoon to Willamette Mission State Park, just north of Salem, where we viewed the ghostly outline of where the mission once stood and stopped to chat with the world’s oldest black cottonwood tree.

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Upon our return, we read the Sunday Oregonian, which I enjoyed far less from having been out in the world all weekend.

Living in a "Sweet Spot"

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

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Every time we drive off the Market Street Exit of I-5 and see the Almost Home restaurant, we know almost home. We’ll probably never stop there to eat, though we pass by often.

But just to see that sign — well, that’s almost like seeing grandma standing on the porch, waving to us as we come in the driveway.

We feel often that we have chosen this home particularly well.  We did so by a vector of personal likes and dislikes, and by looking into something that geographers call the “sweet spots” of happiness.

Ok, so happiness is no universal trait.

No one has a monopoly on happiness, though some nations claim one (Bhutan, for one).

I, for one, have been known to wallow with the best.

But some places are clearly just happier than others. And according to NPR correspondent Eric Weiner’s book The Geography of Bliss, the vectors for U.S. cities are actually quite simple. The sweet spots lie in cities with populations between 75,000-150,000 people.

I’m not sure if that factoid holds up for everyone, but it has seemed true for us. Perhaps that’s why this blog is sometimes credited for showing less of the slummy side of Salem than the glorious, silly parts (Salem’s estimated population is 143,000).

Or, I give you this black cottonwood tree in Willamette Mission State Park, thought to be the world’s oldest.

This place must be working for him — he’s been here for 275 years.

Blueberries! Shout it out!

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

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If you set small but glorious goals for your life, there is no way that you can be unhappy.  For me, one of these goals has always been to own a blueberry bush.  On the list of things I wanted in my move to Oregon, blueberries ranked pretty near the top. You could say that I move with my mouth.

We arrived in December, so I must tell you that the wait is almost unbearable.

I bought two blueberry bushes in late February at Terra Gardens on the Northeast side of Salem, just past Lancaster Drive.  They cost $9.99 — who knew happiness could be had so cheaply?

I planted them in a half sunny, half shady spot at the side of the house. If you’re going to buy blueberries, the trick is to purchase at least two because they pollinate each other, allowing for a more robust fruiting.

Being plants that love acidic soil, they really love it here in Oregon. That must account for why we wanted to put roots down here too — our humor can get kind of wicked…

My blueberries are of the following variety:

Toro:

Continues to amaze us with its easy to pick berries that hang like grapes from the stocky bush. While not as fast a grower as some of the other varieties, Toro has outstanding ornamental qualities. The flowers turn from hot pink to bright white and contrast nicely with the bronze colored spring foliage. Deep green summer foliage turns to the brightest of reds in the fall.

Reka

Was selected and developed in New Zealand. It is vigorous, fast growing and adapts well to a wide range of northern climates and soil types. Gardeners will marvel at Rekas bountiful yields of early ripening, medium sized, tasty berries. Burgundy red fall color is an added landscape bonus!

These descriptions are courtesy of Fall Creek Farm & Nursery in Lowell, OR.

I can hardly wait.

Hipster Heaven in downtown Salem

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

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This is for all of the people who have commented on the picture of my kitchen or who have written asking where I got my red Formica kitchen table.

It may not be red, but this table is Formica, comes with matching chairs, and can be found in the awesome and packed downstairs basement showroom that I finally discovered the other day at Engelberg Antiks.

I actually went there because someone gave me a tip that they had chairs that would match my own table, which I inherited from my grandfather (it stood in his kitchen until it went out of style, I assume. I’ve used it for the past 10 years).

I’m still poking around, but I’m kind of startled at the awesome stuff that can be picked up in Salem  at:

Engelbert’s Antik’s
148 Liberty St NE

Encore Furniture
1198 Commercial Street NE

I will add to this list as I find new discoveries and post it as a page of its own on this site.

Sadly, the movers who brought our things to Oregon ruined much of my furniture, including three of my chairs.

We didn’t have too much when we moved to Salem, but what we didn’t bring we’ve been able to find, for the most part, in Salem’s consignment stores. We believe in buying quality products that are kind of odd and unique and which will stand the test of time.  That’s the best way I’ve found to achieve the funky aesthetic I like so much.

And since we’re in Salem, the hipsters haven’t taken all the good stuff we have locally.

Also, we are steered by our own disillusionment with consumerism and by ideas we’ve developed about our connections to stuff. One of our friends, the artist Annika Blomberg, even tore apart an old couch and “repurposed” it to make useful art–the idea would perhaps seem only moderately interesting if she weren’t so freakin amazing at making things.

Salem 67th fastest-growing metro region

Friday, March 20th, 2009

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I live by my compulsions.

My latest bad habit is telling everyone that I meet that I’m new in town. I revel in the opportunity to share our adventures and I absolutely love hearing other peoples’ Salem stories.

The world moves in a quick step and you can take fast  measure of a person by how they treat newcomers to their home. For the most part, I have been overwhelmed by the generous support strangers have offered us since our move to Salem.

Not so in Portland, sadly, where some people seemed to have taken that Tom McCall phrase to heart:

Come visit us again and again. This is a state of excitement. But for heaven’s sake, don’t move here to live.”

(Actually, did you know the phrase was penned by Salem City Councilor Bob Cannon‘s dad, who was a speechwriter for McCall?).

On my first-ever visit to Powell’s on Burnside I approached a bookseller at the info stand to find books by Brock Clarke.

“This is my first visit to Powell’s, I’m so excited!”

“You’re not moving here, are you?”

“Actually, we are.”

“We don’t want any more people.”

Well, the attitude must have worked, because we didn’t move to Portland (my love for Powell’s has not wavered, however).

But today comes news from the Oregonian that growth in the Portland area has stalled with the economy (55th fastest growing). Salem, meanwhile, was the 67th fastest growing in the nation. Which means that my family is not alone.


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