September 24, 2005

Finis

(The End)

At some point, there will be a more comprehensive postmortem, but the same vanished interest which ultimately has led to this post leads as well to not doing one now.

For this particular moment, suffice it to say that for nearly three years I could not have imagined doing anything other than this. I still have no conception at all what to do other than this (well, okay, with one exception), but I also now can't imagine doing this either.

The doors are closed. The editor is out.

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Comments (46)

  1. obligatory on 24 Sep 2005

    First (last) Post!

  2. Elaine of Kalilily on 24 Sep 2005

    I can't believe that there isn't someone (among all of the community leaders who have regularly read this weblog) who knows Michael Powell and can pick up the phone and say "Hey, Mike, I have a favor to ask. It isn't even a big one. There's a small job open with your company, and I know someone I'd like you to hire. Give him a chance, won't you? I'll vouch for his integrity and reliability. Here's his story........"

    C'mon. Someone?

  3. The One True b!X on 24 Sep 2005

    FYI, for those to whom this will occur, yes I will be cancelling all those monthly subscription payments via PayPal. Heh.

    (Well, presuming it lets me do that rather than requiring you all to go in and do it yourselves.)

  4. russ on 24 Sep 2005

    I'm sorry to hear that, b!X. You, like Piro of Megatokyo, were role models- in the sense of someone who simplified their life, cut back on expenses, and followed their dream. I respect that a lot. Good luck.

  5. Lea Rush on 24 Sep 2005

    Well, damn.

    I may have moved to Oak Grove and lost the opportunity to vote on the issues you reported on, but I was glad to continue being a contributor so that the information would be there for someone else. I wish you peace, and a role which feeds you both spiritually and mundanely.

  6. Amanda on 24 Sep 2005

    Thank you for all the information, insights, and opportunities to encourage your readers to think through issues, you've provided on this site. I've learned a lot from you and the Communique comments, and wish you all the best as you move on.

  7. Jack Peek on 25 Sep 2005

    Well it's just great that alot of you extend the "best wish's" for the great job and all that, but leave it to me, to take a different slant.

    "BIX'S" writing skill............some of the best!!!


    His one tracked mindset on issues of his "beloved" city, narrowed to the point, that a simple idea that many familys now impacted, or soon will be by the insane idea that people judged insane of violent crime, unable to function without the court-ordered care to see they take a pill each day to control there "illness" s/b placed next to a grade school with 400 little kids in it, and allowed 90 minutes of unsupervised walks past it, is not something he cares about, or the so-called caring nature of a true "progressive" political mindset thinks this issue has no merit, or is boring, in fact, speaks volumes about who really should write about the needs of this city.

    I thank him for his patience with my bull-headed refusal to backdown on this issue, I thank him for the chance to sometimes vent, and make an attempt to convey my arguement about this when Jack Bog, and others shut-off debate,(not to mention free speech) he is thought well of for this chance.

    But what goes around, comes around, and it's time to get a real job, and I hope maybe learn something about the idea you do whatever to protect your family when all you find tells you there is a threat.

    His good writing skills, which I admire need to need write about all of us, and our safety as a community, and what is a middle ground so we ALL can...... "just get along!"

    Hope you think about what I wrote to all of you, cause it is the last for me too.

  8. Joseph Santos-Lyons on 25 Sep 2005

    thanks Chris

  9. Jimbo on 25 Sep 2005

    "...cause it is the last for me too. " Jack Peek sez.

    we can only pray.

  10. Clackablog on 25 Sep 2005

    Damn. You did vital work which no one else would.

    Portland will be a poorer place without your efforts.

    If anyone from Fred Meyer Trust, or other philanthropic organizations with civic bent are listening, this man's work needs to go on and be preserved.

  11. The One True b!X on 25 Sep 2005

    It isn't about support. It's about it being time to be done.

  12. Melissa on 25 Sep 2005

    There is a great deal you'd be terrific at -- you just need to think about what you be HAPPY at. Then, I hope you won't hesitate to ask folks for help in attaining it. Be it a reference, a contact a plug or a direct hire. You have a great background of experience, even though it may be "untraditional" -- all of you experiences have taught you skills, information, tools. Many things of value in the employment world.

    So again I say: Think of what you'd be happy doing. Think big even, cuz you never know. Think outside the box, then post it. Even if you think it's work that doesn't exist, post it, and ask for assistance. Then be open to what comes at you. Filter it, strain it and see what comes out of it.

    Might be surprised. Maybe your next Bliss will be discovered.

    And congrats on all the terrific work done here. It was good. It mattered.
    Not everyone can say they did something like that in their lives. Even for a moment. You can.

  13. myrln on 25 Sep 2005

    I would ditto the previous post. And I would say to you to be proud of what you did here. I certainly am -- for you and of you. I admire what you accomplished here, which is considerable, as all your readers know and agree. It reached far beyond Portland, had impact in important ways -- as both you and your readers know. Thank you for all your hard work and insight. Portland is better for your efforts. Your work here will be missed.

  14. Tenskwatawa on 25 Sep 2005

    Good citizens unacclaimed shame a city's destitution.

    b!X, Chris, vios con amore.

    one of the greatest statements ever made concerning the relationship between a people and the earth - that speech, published in the Seattle Sunday Star , Seattle, Washington Territory, October 29, 1887, is reproduced here for you.

    Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion
    upon our fathers for centuries untold,
    and which to us looks eternal, may change.
    Today is fair,
    tomorrow may be overcast with clouds.

    My words are like the stars that never set.
    What Seattle says the Great Chief at Washington can rely upon
    with as much certainty as our paleface brothers can rely upon
    the return of the seasons.

    The son of the White Chief says
    his father sends us greetings of friendship and good will.
    This is kind,
    for we know he has little need of our friendship in return
    because his people are many.
    They are like the grass that covers the vast prairies,
    while my people are few
    and resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain.

    The Great, and I presume, also good,
    White Chief sends us word that he wants to buy our lands
    but is willing to allow us
    to reserve enough to live on comfortably.
    This indeed appears generous,
    for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect,
    and the offer may be wise, also
    for we are no longer in need of a great country.

    There was a time when our people covered the whole land
    as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea covers its shell-paved floor.
    But that time has long since passed away
    with the greatness of tribes now almost forgotten.
    I will not mourn over our untimely decay,
    nor reproach my paleface brothers for hastening it,
    for we, too,
    may have been somewhat to blame.

    When our young men grow angry
    at some real or imaginary wrong,
    and disfigure their faces with black paint,
    their hearts, also, are disfigured and turn black,
    and then their cruelty is relentless and knows no bounds,
    and our old men are not able to restrain them.

    But let us hope that hostilities
    between the Red Man and his paleface brothers
    may never return.
    We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain.

    True it is, that revenge,
    with our young braves is considered gain,
    even at the cost of their own lives,
    but old men who stay at home in times of war,
    and mothers who have sons to lose,
    know better.

    Our great father Washington,
    for I presume he is now our father as well as yours,
    since George has moved his boundaries to the North
    - our great and good father, I say,
    sends us word by his son,
    who, no doubt, is a great chief among his people
    that if we do as he desires he will protect us.

    His brave armies will be to us a bristling wall of strength,
    and his great ships of war will fill our harbors
    so that our ancient enemies far to the northward
    - the Simsiams and Hyas,
    will no longer frighten our women and old men.
    Then he will be our father
    and we will be his children.

    But can that ever be?
    Your God is not our God!
    Your God loves your people and hates mine!
    He folds His strong arms lovingly around the white man
    and leads him as a father leads his infant son
    - but He has forsaken his red children,
    He makes your people wax strong every day
    and soon they will fill all the land;
    while my people are ebbing away
    like a fast receding tide that will never flow again.
    The white man's God cannot love his red children
    or He would protect them.
    They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.

    How, then, can we become brothers?
    How can your Father become our Father
    and bring us prosperity,
    and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?

    Your God seems to us to be partial.
    He came to the white man.
    We never saw Him, never heard His voice.
    He gave the white man laws,
    but had no word for His red children
    whose teeming millions once filled this vast continent
    as the stars fill the firmament.

    No. We are two distinct races,
    and must remain ever so,
    there is little in common between us.

    The ashes of our ancestors are sacred
    and their final resting place is hallowed ground,
    while you wander away from the tombs of your fathers
    seemingly without regrets.

    Your religion was written on tablets of stone
    by the iron finger of an angry God,
    lest you might forget it.
    The Red Man could never remember nor comprehend it.

    Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors
    - the dreams of our old men,
    given to them by the Great Spirit,
    and the visions of our Sachems,
    and is written in the hearts of our people.

    Your dead cease to love you
    and the homes of their nativity
    as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb.
    They wander far away beyond the stars,
    are soon forgotten and never return.

    Our dead never forget the beautiful world
    that gave them being.
    They still love its winding rivers,
    its great mountains and its sequestered vales,
    and they ever yearn in tenderest affection
    over the lonely-hearted living,
    and often return to visit and comfort them.

    Day and night cannot dwell together.
    The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the white man,
    as the changing mist on the mountain side
    flees before the blazing morning sun.

    However, your proposition seems a just one,
    and I think that my folks will accept it
    and will retire to the reservation you offer them,
    and we will dwell apart and in peace,
    for the words of the Great White Chief
    seem to be the voice of Nature speaking to my people
    out of the thick darkness that is fast gathering around them
    like a dense fog floating inward from a midnight sea.

    It matters little where we pass the remainder of our days.
    They are not many.
    The Indian's night promises to be dark.
    No bright star hovers above his horizon.
    Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance.
    Some grim Nemesis of our race
    is on the Red Man's trail,
    and wherever he goes he will still hear
    the sure approaching footsteps of the fell destroyer
    and prepare to meet his doom,
    as does the wounded doe
    that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.

    A few more moons, a few more winters,
    and not one of all the mighty hosts
    that once filled this broad land
    or that now roam in fragmentary bands
    through these vast solitudes or lived in happy homes,
    protected by the Great Spirit,
    will remain to weep over the graves of a people
    once as powerful and as hopeful as your own!

    But why should I repine?
    Why should I murmur at the fate of my people?
    Tribes are made up of individuals
    and are no better than they.
    Men come and go like the waves of a sea.
    A tear, a tamanamus, a dirge
    and they are gone from our longing eyes forever.
    Even the white man, whose God walked and talked
    with him as friend to friend,
    is not exempt from the common destiny.
    We may be brothers after all.
    We shall see.

    We will ponder your proposition,
    and when we have decided we will tell you.
    But should we accept it,
    I here and now make this first condition,
    that we will not be denied the privilege,
    without molestation,
    of visiting the graves of our ancestors and friends.

    Every part of this country is sacred to my people.
    Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove
    has been hallowed by some fond memory
    or some sad experience of my tribe.
    Even the rocks,
    which seem to lie dumb as they swelter in the sun
    along the silent shore in solemn grandeur
    thrill with memories of past events
    connected with the fate of my people,
    the very dust under your feet
    responds more lovingly to our footsteps than to yours,
    because it is the ashes of our ancestors,
    and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch,
    for the soil is rich with the life of our kindred.

    The sable braves,
    and fond mothers,
    and glad-hearted maidens,
    and the little children who lived and rejoiced here
    and whose very names are now forgotten,
    still love these solitudes
    and their deep fastnesses at eventide grow shadowy
    with the presence of dusky spirits.

    And when the last Red Man
    shall have perished from the earth
    and his memory among white men
    shall have become a myth,
    these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe
    and when your children's children shall think themselves alone
    in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway,
    or in the silence of the woods,
    they will not be alone.
    In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude.

    At night, when the streets of your cities and villages
    shall be silent and you think them deserted,
    they will throng with the returning hosts
    that once filled and still love this beautiful land.

    The white man will never be alone.
    Let him be just and deal kindly with my people,
    for the dead are not powerless.

  15. Penny on 25 Sep 2005

    Thanks for everything, b!X. Best of luck with whatever comes next.

  16. Shannon on 25 Sep 2005

    It is definitely true that the city of Portland is better for having had the Portland Communique and it's devoted editor/journalist B!X. This is a sad end to an era. I do hope that you can find something that will make you happy.

    Best of luck Bix.

  17. Jack Peek on 25 Sep 2005

    we can only pray. said Jimbo


    Ahhh,Jimbo....that would put you an Bush in the same light, and piss off your fellow PROGRESSIVES...wanna take that back?

    I didn't say anything that wasn't true. The Bixer, taught me some hard lessons, to bad he didn't learn a damn thing about commonsense....LIKE YOU!

  18. Tom Higgins on 26 Sep 2005

    Looking forward to the next b!X based project.....lead on mcDuff


    "Duffy's tavern, Duffy aint here.....oh hi Duffy"

    -tomhiggins

  19. Jalpuna on 26 Sep 2005

    Your Communique was a gift to this city. It will be missed.

    Best of luck with your life. Don't be a stranger.

    Cheers!

  20. Jack Peek on 26 Sep 2005

    If anyone from Fred Meyer Trust, or other philanthropic organizations .could help B!x


    People...people ...people, the above type groups are,well, you know, "capitalist pig front groups".

    B!X would have none of that......that would be counter to the great statements from those that support him here.

    If he would have recieved your support he would still be threating to kick me off here....ITS YOUR LACK, not some capitlist pig front group.

    Bottomline, I respected his writing, but get a real job, and write as well, like a hobby maybe. He is good, but just not good enough, cover all issues , even the minority of the capitalist pig, right wingers, I fit in..I GUESS.

    He has special skills that could have moved mountians, not a few ant hills.

  21. Jeff on 26 Sep 2005

    b!x, I hardly knew ye, but will miss...ye(?). I appreciated the few times you linked to my blog- those turned out to be some of my highest traffic days (always makes a fella feel more wanted). You truly produced something unique for the online Portland community; when I came here, I felt more like I was learning something than I normally do - and did - with most blogs. The digging was appreciated and the burnout wholly understandable.

    Crack a cold one and kick up your feet.

  22. Dave Lister on 26 Sep 2005

    b!X,
    Your reporting was top notch. You should submit your resume to the Oregonian, Tribune and Willamette Week. I'm going to miss your work and miss the ability to weigh in and join the lively debate you have provided.

  23. torridjoe on 26 Sep 2005

    Farewell and thanks, Chris. What an immense public service you have provided. I am most appreciative of your ability to turn a self-stroking written format (blogging) into a valued commodity of original reportage and opinion. It was your example that led me to try finding ways to be a journalist and not just someone who reads other web pages, links and comments. If I don't do as much as I like, it's because it's very hard, very laborious work. You'd almost need to be...full time or something...do to it well. :wink:

    Best wishes, and if we can't be blessed by your nose for a story, I hope we'll see continued insight from you as a commenter elsewhere.

    TJ
    AlsoAlso

  24. Melissa on 26 Sep 2005

    I forgot to say:

    So long, and thanks for all the fish! ;-)

  25. Eric Berg on 26 Sep 2005

    biX,

    Thanks for the time, talent and energy. Our city is better because of it.

    Be well.

  26. Jack Peek on 26 Sep 2005

    Your reporting was top notch. You should submit your resume to the Oregonian, Tribune and Willamette Week. I'm going to miss your work and miss the ability to weigh in and join the lively debate you have provided. SEZ LISTER.

    Reporting what? One side?

    He has talent...to write, he has not learned that there are two sides of the aisle, that some people(not just me would like a chance to be heard) That there isn't just the so-called "elite" progressives, that some views maybe good for more of us then just the "BLUE'S!"

    The reporters, that win the awards, see a bigger picture.

    That my PROGRESSIVE friends, is why this city is NOT, on the radar screen for commonsense ideas that create something to build on for all it's citizens. He missed that part for sure.

    When he learns that, the awards will be there, he is that good.

    One last thing, 200-300 new neighbors soon to be arriving, and their not from a hurricane area.

  27. Fellow Portland Blogger on 26 Sep 2005

    Not that you owe anyone an explanation, but if it's not the absence of adequate financial support, why are you throwing in the towel? What is it about it being time to be done?

  28. JVK on 26 Sep 2005

    His reporting had more legitimacy than the Oregonian, the Mercury, and the Trib. WW too, of course, but anyone has more legitimacy than them. Reporters went to him for answers, because few of them were as dedicated to their paid jobs as he was to the job he did for free.

    I'm out of the loop, but I hope you've applied to the Charter Review Commission. It would be nice to see you there...

  29. Anne Kilkenny on 26 Sep 2005

    Dear Chris,
    Thanks for allyour hard work. I think that you have contributed greatly to Portland.
    I wish you all the very best.
    Anne K

  30. Dave Lister on 27 Sep 2005

    b!X's concise reports of exactly what was said and by whom at council sessions was top notch and that was what I was referring to, Jack Peek. Of course he editorialized and inserted his opinions... it's his blog. Any moron reading the blog could separate the two.

  31. Jeff on 27 Sep 2005

    b!X, a thanks from an appreciative reader. I always felt like your effort here was an embryonic attempt at new media. You conducted yourself wonderfully, and your site was reliably informative. More to the point, it was necessary, and I regret that from now on, we'll know less about the city we live in.

    If you'll allow me one more request: a final post (or an editorial to the O, BlueOregonwhatever) to reflect on the experience and tell us what you learned. Sort of an exit post.

    Anyway, thanks--

  32. Rob Salzman on 27 Sep 2005

    :(

    Drop me a line if you go out to watch the Red Sox in the Playoffs (crossing my fingers here).

  33. Jack Peek on 27 Sep 2005

    Dave: What I CAN'T stand is a Lib/progessive like you that inserts on one side of an issue: The guy could write, but great talent see's a bigger picture...YOU KNOW, FOR THE GOOD OF US ALL...your not any better.

    An by the way Dave, we should have sent your money back when we figured out the truth of your real convictions in the recall.

  34. Peekamania on 27 Sep 2005

    Chris, are you taking your talking dummy aka Jack Peek along with you.

    You will be missed Chris.

    Jack...off.

  35. justin on 28 Sep 2005

    well, it was nice while it lasted... you win some, you lose some ... good luck in all your future endeavors ...

  36. Sam Eureka! on 28 Sep 2005

    Thank you B!X,

    You will be missed by this Portland ex-pat.

    ~Sam Eureka!

  37. Jack Peek on 28 Sep 2005

    So sensetive, so caring...you all need conflict resolution sessions so your non-violence ways will show up more, some seem to be losing it.

    I respected Chris, I don't think he helped all citizens as his focus was ....shall we say, narrow at best.

    One day, he will be back, he may have learned a few things while off. that being there are a few more people reciding here, then those that post here.

    The city he "says" he loves, has some growing to do as well.

  38. Samuel John Klein on 28 Sep 2005

    I hate it when 'blogs end like this.

    You have your own reasons, but I wish you didn't feel it was over. You gave me news I just couldn't get anywhere else.

    Come back soon in some form. You, an Oregon import, are a much better citizen than I, a native born Oregonian.

    Abysinnia.

  39. Dave Lister on 28 Sep 2005

    Jack Peek says:

    "A lib progressive like me"

    That's a good one.

  40. Lynn on 28 Sep 2005

    Really wonderful reporting and powerful stories. Despite the mal-contented efforts of JACK, I am most inclined to agree with the majority of your posters and readers. I am sorry only to know there is no-one to pick up the torch you so brightly lit (despite the rabble-rousing efforts of JACK PEEK, he seems unable to actually come up with the goods!)

    I have only one other site of interest now. The politcos will win, and we will all be the poorer for it.

  41. nameless on 28 Sep 2005

    Words of ending.....

    http://howardbeale.net/sound/newphilosophy.MP3

  42. Argon on 28 Sep 2005

    A great source of important local info will be missed greatly-- thanks for educating myself and many others on city process. Although you will be gone, the echo will remain for some time-- many of us are now paying attention to processes we once knew little about.

    And somebody get that Peek guy his medication. Or a translator. Jeez.

  43. Linds on 29 Sep 2005

    I have spent a lot of time in Portland. Walking, seeing and even being talked to by homeles people. Should I give them money? Perhaps the less aggressive homeless people are less likely to do drugs. Aggressive homeless people do not deserve my money. Panhandlers should be punished if they threaten people. Should I help them? I have heard of a lot of stories about homeless people acting aggressive towards other people.

  44. The One True b!X on 29 Sep 2005

    There is an open thread for off-topic comments.

    Which reminds me: By the middle of October, all comments and trackback functionality on this site will be deactivated. Existing omments and trackbacks will continue to be present on the site, but the ability to post new ones will be gone.

  45. Jack Peek on 02 Oct 2005


    I have only one other site of interest now. The politcos will win, and we will all be the poorer for it. sez LYNN.

    What politicos? you mean the one's in CITY HALL, excuse me, but you all put them there.

    Lister says he ain't a Lib/ tell me your a Republican then.

  46. Jimbo on 02 Oct 2005

    Now that the editor is out may I say something to you Mr. Peek that the religious readers of B!X have been dying to say but were too shy to?

    FUCK OFF NUT CASE.


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