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Eccentricity a badge of pride in Portland

A giant acupuncture needle near the river is fitting in the Oregon city known for its quirks, characters and near-incessant rain.

May 25, 2008|Joseph B. Frazier | Associated Press

PORTLAND, ORE. — Acupuncture is not just for people. It's for cities too, if the city is Portland.

Adam Kuby stuck a 23-foot needle into the ground down by the Willamette River and hopes to plant more, choosing locations where he figures the city's "chi," or vital energy, needs some help.

Unusual? You bet. Unusual for Portland? Not really.

For several years, Portland has been reaping praise from lifestyle magazines and specialty publications, as one of the nation's more livable cities. It's listed among the best places to have a baby, grow old, go for a walk, ride a bike, take a jog, breathe clean air, own a dog, take public transportation, start a business (green or otherwise), go out for dinner or not get mugged.

But the magazines skim over some of Portland's quirkier qualities. They aren't bandied about, but they're not hidden either. To some, they make Portland even more endearing.

There's what's left of the 24-Hour Church of Elvis (online only these days), the Voodoo Doughnut shop, nude bike festivals, the 5K Bare Buns Run and what was billed as the world's longest drag queen chorus line.

Public nudity is illegal in Portland, but in a state where live sex acts are protected as free speech, police involvement generally is limited to keeping order.

For kitsch lovers there's the Velveteria, a black velvet painting museum. Lots of taste, all of it potentially seen as bad -- unless you love it, and the owners do. Nothing is for sale. Open weekends.

A black-light room enhances your favorite Mack Truck Jesus, wahine, Elvis or bandito.

"You will never be the same after a visit to the Velveteria," the website promises.

"Zoo Bombers" are young adults who race on kiddie bicycles down steep and windy roads starting near the Oregon Zoo. Speeds up to 50 mph are achieved. Details and photos of fractures and ghastly scrapes and bruises are posted on the Internet as badges of honor.

"I used to bomb until a friend of mine biffed it pretty hard. He was in a coma for two months," says Chris Banks, who works the counter at a pizza joint where the Zoo Bombers sometimes gather before starting their wild Sunday night rides.

There weren't any Bombers at the pizza joint one recent night.

"They don't always start from here. They're probably up there getting loaded first. These guys are hard-core," said the tattooed Banks.

Among the latest additions to the panoply of Portland's oddities are Kuby's giant needles. An artist who arrived from New York four years ago, Kuby says the acupuncture project is an attempt to get people to see the city in a holistic way.

"It is a visual way of expressing what a lot of people already know," Kuby said. The city is "one organism, one body, one very complex, independent system."

Not to mention eccentric.

Ubiquitous bumper stickers proclaim, "Keep Portland Weird." They were meant to support small local businesses to keep Portland from being "big-boxed" out of its identity. But they've become a focal point for what might be a counterculture elsewhere.

Portland has been called The People's Republic of Portland (land-use rules irk some developers), Beervana (it's loaded with microbreweries), the Rose City (the flowers are nearly worshiped here,) and Sin City (a salute, of sorts, to its frontier past and recent bouts of permissiveness). Some find it a bit much; others just shrug. That's Portland.

The first President Bush called it "Little Beirut" for the hostile receptions he could rely on, and his son hasn't fared any better.

Portland's quirkiness is homegrown, as are many other things, some of them under grow lights.

The city never got set in its ways. Many of its residents came from somewhere else. You can pick a Brooklynite or a New Englandah out of a chorus, but there is no Portland accent and people here have no pounded-in traditions of doing things a certain way.

So they don't.

At first it was "Stumptown," a just-logged patch of rough riverside cabins in the mud. A wintertime coin toss in 1845 decided it would be called Portland, not Boston.

Given the season, it probably was raining. Given Portland's reputation, many probably assume it still is.

The city was always a little different.

Tavern keeper and former Mayor Bud Clark was photographed a few years back with a raincoat wide open in front of a statue. "Expose Yourself to Art," the poster read, a classic then and now.

Teetotaling lumberman Simon Benson, hoping his workers would show up to work reasonably sober, gave the city its now-ubiquitous "Benson Bubbler" brass drinking fountains a century or so back, promoting pure water. Portland's beer consumption plunged. Undaunted, Portland brewer Henry Weinhard offered to continuously pipe fresh beer through a downtown fountain. He got a polite "no thanks."

There's more.

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