Author: Nadya Markowska
I Tried to Interview for a Job With a Right-Wing Fringe Group
I’ve felt hopeless before–we all have–but this is what true hopelessness sounds and looks like
I Applied For a Job With a Right-Wing Fringe Group
One morning, I woke up and applied for a new job. By the end of the day I was listening to a poem written by a 19th-century Populist who loved eugenics. In between, I quit the job I already had by simply walking out.
I Told You They Could Change The Name of Swastika Mountain, and More Ridiculous Oregon Place Names
So, I hear they’re changing the name of ol’ Swastika Mountain. In a stunning victory for both progressive geography nerds and people who still get upset about things they read in the newspaper, the...
The World Began in Eden and Ended in Los Angeles: A Brief Reflection on a Year Away From Home
California sucks. Everything you’ve heard about the place is (mostly) true. It’s beautiful, all of it: the mountains, the deserts, the forests, the shorelines, and the people, too. Everything grows here. It’s lush and...
EDITORIAL: Reflections on the Second Anniversary of ‘M29’
It’s hard to believe that it’s been two years since Eugene spontaneously combusted on the night of May 29, 2020. So much has changed, and yet nothing has changed, not for the better, at...
Dispatch from Portland: ‘That Place Where the Wave Finally Broke and Rolled Back’
Come what may, the Portland Police Bureau wasn’t going to get involved. I couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.
Report Says Eugene Saw More Hate Crimes in 2020, In Case You Were Looking for Proof
The report acknowledges that “the struggles of 2020”–meaning the pandemic, economic anxiety, civil unrest, and all that political street fighting–likely contributed to the rise in hate and bias crimes last year.
There Doesn’t Have to be a Swastika Mountain, and Other Silly Oregon Place Names
Given Oregon’s abhorrent history on race relations, it’s easy to assume the worst about the origins of the name “Swastika Mountain.”
Hippie Christmas, or, How To Find Beauty In A Big Pile of Garbage
There’s no better metaphor for Reaganomics, is there?