By Andrew Gewecke
Portland is a blue city. It is a vegan, hipster, weird city. It is a city filled with posters proclaiming that “water is life, science is real and diversity should be celebrated.” It is sometimes a fiercely indignant city. It knows what’s right, and it knows that what’s right is what’s liberal.
By Spencer Williams
It’s January 25th, 2019, and Portland is in a state of emergency, an old disease’s onset being the catalyst. Costcos, Amazon locker pickup stations, schools, churches, dentist offices, public bathrooms, and the Portland International Airport have all been rendered unsafe (Stanley-Becker). The symptoms begin with a dry mouth, an itchy throat, a strangely orange tongue. Then, the skin breaks out with red spots like flattened pepperoni, and the pepperoni sprouts caviar, and the body bakes what must be a culinary disaster of a food metaphor.
The victims were counted and tallied and herded into hospitals by epidemiologists: confirmed, 21 pepperoni-caviar people, now patients in Portland (Stanley-Becker). Measles. A dead disease, beaten into hibernation by a vaccine that is 97% effective (CDC).
Was Portland unlucky enough to house the remaining 3%?
by Zoe Strothkamp
The dog was visibly traumatized. From her muzzle—open and panting—to her tail—tucked deep between her legs—the signs of fear radiated from her body. Her unfocused eyes, ringed with white, stared like a deer into headlights. Something in this wide room would harm her, she knew. Her sense of impending doom and overwhelming terror, distracting her beyond all other thought, made her freeze, sit, cower in a corner of the room by the door. She noticeably shook, her muscles, ready for flight, contracting a hundred times a second as she waited to run. The reason for her fear? An unfamiliar room.
This past weekend, OES junior Matthew Li (along with a number of friends) hosted a pop-up shop in a warehouse-turned-creative-space about two blocks from Pioneer Courthouse Square for his brand “Paradise Point.”
By Max Fitzloff
Every year, current and former OES lacrosse players meet up for the always enjoyable Alumni Game.
If you try to tell me that you haven’t been absolutely buzzing this week, you’re either lying or you don’t have a pulse, and frankly, in this case, I’m not sure which is worse.
by Max Fitzloff
Within the past two years, two clothing companies have been created by members of the junior class.
by Max Fitzloff
During Winterim last year I had the pleasure of being an outdoor school counselor at Camp Cedar Ridge located in a rural area outside of Vernonia, Oregon.
By Noah Wali
A few months ago, on a cold and wet Wednesday Morning, an article was put out by a Portland Public School mother in the Oregon newspaper, “The Oregonian”.
by Nicholas Chang
Last night, after lacrosse practice, I ate dinner at the Gyro stand in the Washington Square mall food court. Here is what the Dig has to say about it.
