I’m not a hipster
But you might be.

One of the first nights I arrived to Portland this summer, we met friends at Amnesia, where there are great microbrews and hipsters. Funny enough, I wasn’t thinking about the hipster part when we decided on a location. I was just thinking it was within stumbling distance of where I needed to end up at [...]

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Yes, I now live in Hipsterville, as evidenced by the sign. Jealous, are you? I understand, although, because I am a hipster now living in Hipsterville, I don’t really care that you are jealous. I will give you a nonchalant look to prove it the next time I see you.

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I went into Backspace while I was in Portland in December to look for hipsters I could sneakily take pictures of. Apparently, 9 a.m. is too early for the usual hipster scene at Backspace. I did get a photo of the awesome art that was up.
“What do you think?” the barista asked me.
“I think the [...]

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A friend noted today that neither I nor Obama has blogged since the election. Now, for Obama, that’s understandable. He has had one or two minor details to attend to since early November. These are my excuses:
No. 1: The f*%#ing GRE. When in my life am I going to use the formula for the equation [...]

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The first pic is a classic guitar-playing Portland hipster from this summer who plays by the carts on 5th. His style reminds me of that Irish guy in that movie Once, and I would always start missing on Dan after he’d left for Pennsylvania when I listened to this guy sing.
Last weekend in NYC, I [...]

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Adbusters has an issue right now that features the cover story, “Hipsters: The Dead End of Western Civilization.” It’s a fascinating critique of the phenomenon. Top learnings:

Hipsters have been around a long time, waaaay longer than I’d thought. As in, more than a decade. Of [...]

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In late 2005, as I sat with a friend at a bar in Portland, hipsters entered my life. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but it was probably something like this.
“See the chickadee over there?” my friend asked. (OK, this friend would never say “chickadee,” but this is my reenactment, so I have some [...]

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