Somebody yesterday thought that it would be cute to say that they read this blog while under the influence of pot. Yeah, real funny, dick farmer. Pot destroys brain cells and makes you lethargic and apathetic. Anybody caught reading this blog who is tripping on pot will be reported promptly to the Portland Police Bureau, Mayor Samantha Adams and the bloggers at PORT. Let’s see how hard you’re laughing when Officer Christopher Humphreys shows up at your door step with a beanbag riot gun and plugs you and your fourteen year-old sister in the chest. Maybe that will take care of your munchies.
In other news, today is once again First Thursday. Regrettably, I will be unable to do the ol’ art sweep tonight as I have a prior obligation at my church that simply cannot be ignored. Nonetheless, I’m planning on taking Saturday to stroll around the Pearl Necklace District and see the exhibitions without all of the tight pants, beards, giant earrings and fixed gears getting in my fucking way.
If you’ve got a minute tonight, stop by and protest the show debuting at Tractor. It’s called Emperical Geodism or some such nonsense and I’ve heard that it’s supposed to be a bunch of geometric renderings of dictator Mao fucking democracy in the ass. The artists involved are Nathanael Thayer Moss and Chelsea Lynn Linehan – who will no doubt be tripping on pot themselves at the opening while they bask in the glory that is the socially irresponsible co-opting socialist/communist aesthetics because they look “tight.” Fuckers.
Don't worry, hipsters are still making art.
