Archive for March, 2009

Lauren Kessler talks Stubborn Twig in Salem

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

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UO journalism professor and narrative nonfiction writer Lauren Kessler spoke Tuesday night at the Salem Public Library about her haunting book Stubborn Twig. You likely know by now, since this is an Oregon Reads selection, that the book tells the true story of Masuo Yasui, a Japanese man who comes to America and settles with his family in the Hood River Valley at the turn of the 19th to 20th century.

Kessler opened her presentation with a short film that sketches the narrative arc of Stubborn Twig — from Yasui’s trip on a stuffed ocean liner across the Pacific, to the raising of his nine (yikes!) children, to his success as an orchardist in the valley, to his internment as a suspected spy during World War II. Along the way, Kessler presents character portraits of his family, and in doing so, jarrs the reader’s idea of what it means to be American.

Kessler spoke extensively about the idea of Americanness in her presentation, hers being a not-so-uncommon but seldom recognized Oregon pioneer story.

But the most powerful moments of the evening came as the program drew to a close. She asked the audience to stand up and questioned how many of them were first-generation immigrants to Oregon (I sat down). Then second, then third, then fourth (at which point my friend Jan sat down). Few people remained. We are all, it would seem, immigrants of some nature.

The author spoke of her reception at a reading in Hood River just a few nights before.  Hood River achieves an infamy in the book as a place especially hostile to Japanese-Americans.

“Why were we so bad?” she said one man asked poignantly.

Willamette Valley Vineyards

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

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“California pinot noir is like a beautiful woman in a red dress that’s cut up to here and down to there,” Jim Burnau told me in the tasting room of Willamette Valley Vineyards the other day. “You absolutely have to date her, and you should.”

“Oregon pinot noir is like a beautiful woman in a slinky black cocktail dress,” he continued. “Just gorgeous — and you want to take her home to mom.”

I knew there was a reason I settled in Oregon.

We had some friends from Iowa drive across the country (they made it in 2 days!) to visit us during Spring Break. I’d like to think that they were coming just to see us, but knowing how Oregon can take hold of the newcomer’s imagination and not let go, I felt inclined to give them a one-day best-of visitor’s tour.

Problem: I’ve been here three months and don’t yet have a best-of visitor’s tour.

So we did what they thought they might love based on our descriptions on their visit on Tuesday.

Morning: Sleeping and breakfasting for a few hours.

Mid-day: 5-mile hike at Silver Falls

Afternoon: Willamette Valley Vineyards tasting

Evening: Momiji sushi

Late-evening: Drinking of WVV’s Tualatin Estate Mueller-Thurgau varietal

Sorry, South Falls, a personal pouring session starring Jim Burnau beats waterfalls any day of the week. Jim’s this amazing character. He has a great ability to draw people into conversation, and comes across as a generous spirit eager to introduce newcomers to Oregon’s wine bounty. You might say he is an excellent salesman (we walked out with a couple of bottles for the group), but I much prefer a sincere and passionate salesman to one that isn’t interested in talking to me.

Strangely, though we came for pinot noir, we stayed for the Mueller-Thurgau. I think it has something to do with the world being so springy and puddle-wonderful.

Like so many of my experiences with Salem and it’s surrounding environs, I go out seeking something specific and find that want I want is something I had never even heard of (or in this case, tasted).

By the way, Jim spent St. Patrick’s Day at Johnny’s Bar and Grill on 1729 Center Street NE. He claims that they have the best bar food in town.

Capital shots: Pandas in the City

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

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Saw these pandas sharing a shelf at Engelberg Antiques on Liberty Street in downtown Salem. Isn’t it amazing the kind of wildlife you can find downtown? This one’s for you, Mary.

They apparently came from the collection of a woman who had left hundreds more when she died recently.

Documentary The Linguists screening on OPB

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

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Salem’s own Dr. Greg Anderson, Director of the Living Tongue Institute, stars in The Linguists, a documentary about his organization’s work in preserving threatened world languages.

If you haven’t caught The Linguists as it makes its way on the film festival circuit (it won special praise at Sundance last year) you should check it out tonight at 11 p.m. on OPB.

A Harvard-trained linguist, Anderson makes contact with marginalized populations around the world and empower those communities to save their native languages. It is an almost Sisyphean task — and he and his colleages are involved in  documenting, promoting and maintaining these languages every steop of the process.

Anderson has been steering his organization’s worldwide projects out of his house for the past year because of funding shortfalls, a problem common to many nonprofits these days.

You might be surprised to learn that some of the languages he’s working with are American ones — native languages right in our backyard.

Watch this if you want to learn how a local man is changing the world.

Momiji, a Salem sushi adventure

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

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In every set of two — mother and daughter, husband and wife, friend and friend — someone is the master orderer.  Unless you order the same soba noodle dish, someone always orders better.

I have to say it’s generally me. I am a genius at distilling the pure essence of dishes based on their menu descriptions and am possessed of a complicated internal algorithm that can discern, as if by magic or math, what a new restaurant will excel at.

So on my first visit to Momiji with some visiting friends from Iowa, I ordered the spicy tuna, avacado roll, and salmon nigiri after wading through a pretty extensive sushi menu.

It was a great meal filled with surprises and presented as artfully as I’ve seen sushi done.

My husband got a spider roll and some special roll of tempura salmon, lightly dusted with salmon flakes.

“Look at the Salem roll, ewwwww,” I said to him as I read the description of Momiji’s gift to my hometown.

Salem Roll: Tempura-fried concoction with cream cheese and fake krab

“That’s not going to help this town any,” I said. I don’t believe in crab with a ‘k.’ That seems like a sin, in a bad way.

We ate our sushi. Mine was good but the husband chose better (he wins tonight). Our visitors were even more adventurous and were rewarded in kind.

As the dining guests filtered out into the parking lot and our sushi chef got a little more time, he spoke to us for a few minutes. As soon as he learned we were new in Salem and there for the first time, he turned to his cutting board, folded some stuff into a roll, and sent it to the deep fryer. Then he sliced it up into six segments, plated it, and passed it across the counter.

“Here’s a Salem roll, welcome to Salem.”

And you know what? It was delicious — like a melty, crunchy little bite-sized meal.

So much for ordering genius.

P.S. No pic, sorry, I was socializing. Instead, you get an image of a Momiji doll.

New slogans for old products: Pizza

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009

Papa Murphy’s:

We didn’t want to cook your family dinner either.

You are what you read: Booksellers rock!

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009

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When I go shopping I generally want people to leave me alone. Not so with bookstores. They are among the only places where I really want to engage the salespeople and help them help me.

I wasn’t sure that would happen for me here in Salem.

I was worried that Salem maybe didn’t have a literary culture, but instead a scrapbooking culture (I live near an entire scrapbook store. If you do this, please explain it to me. The only times I have made a scrapbook I have been struck by the premise that scrapbooking the event takes 17 times longer than it did to live the event).

Well, I have found some great booksellers at the Book Bin downtown and am exploring some of the other little hole-in-the-wall bookshops to make relationships with the people who sell there. The way I figure it, the better they know me, the better they know my reading tastes — broad and cross-genre.

And I love it when someone hand-sells me a book.

Bookseller: How long have you been in Oregon?

Me: Oh, only a few months.

Bookseller: Well, there are a lot of great literary spots in Oregon. I love to go to author’s homes and poke around.

Me: Me too! I made my husband take me to Edith Wharton’s Mount in the Berkshires on my honeymoon.

Bookseller: [sigh]

Me: I know, right? Great way to get to know the life behind the work. Have you read the Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England?

Bookseller: No, we have it hear and I’ve always wondered about it. Is it good?

Me: It’s freakin’ great. If you can deal with the Emily Dickinson home being burnt down.

Bookseller: I don’t think I could!

Me: It’s totally worth it.

Bookseller: You know what you would like? Beverly Cleary has this great memoir about her childhood in Yamhill.

Me: SOLD!

Desperately Seeking Answers — the FAQ's

Monday, March 16th, 2009

So there’s some people writing to me with questions. Don’t stop that, I love them. But I figure I’d create an FAQ for the page in case anyone’s interested and will add to the list as the questions become frequently asked.

Go ahead. Shoot!

Capital shots: Salem's real urban chickens

Monday, March 16th, 2009

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Saw this in an antiques store on Commercial Street in downtown Salem.

Wonder which side of the chicken divide they fall on…

My date with City Councilor Bob Cannon

Monday, March 16th, 2009

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Bob Cannon likes to talk about the weather. A lot.

I met with the volunteer city councilor  Friday afternoon to get some background on Salem’s urban chicken issue for a story I’m writing for Salem Monthly, but I couldn’t help taking the opportunity to glean some understanding of Salem from a native Oregonian who has been here since 1969.

First, let me say that I think it’s great that you can just call Bob up and meet him at the Blue Pepper for a few hours. I may be doing this under the guise of journalism, but Bob meets with people about three times a week — just normal folks.  Anyone who cares about Salem and isn’t taking the time to get to know her city councilors is making a big mistake.

He says truisms like:

“Salem is a hidden gem–people haven’t found out about us yet.”

“Salem is a wonderful community.”

“Salem’s got a great climate — it’s not too cold, not too warm.”

All in all, Bob’s a great date. He’s a warm person, seems genuinely interested in advocating on behalf of Salemites (he’s currently at work needling the garbage collectors to return a massive surplus to Salem residents), and being a former lawyer, he looks at social issues with the eyes of a trained professional.

Still, there are topics Bob doesn’t really want to get into. One is how to attract younger professionals to Salem and keep them here, and how to offer options to teenagers who call Salem “So-lame.”

“Teenagers have very little to do,” Cannon said. “There’s no main drag, drive-ins are gone, and you can’t go out for a soft drink unless you’re going to McDonald’s.”

(crickets chirping on my side).

“You can go to Portland, you can go to Portland, and if you’re really brave, you can go to Portland,” Cannon said.

My point exactly.

Or, you could look at it this way. Brave could be finding a way to have an awesome life in Salem.


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