It's time for our weekly Marqui post. Marqui is the software company that's paying me and some others to mention them and link to their product demo once a week on our blogs. For that, they pay us good money. And we can say whatever we want about them.

This makes two and a half months of Marqui shilling, and we're fast coming near the end of our three-month contract. Apparently, the exposure Marqui has gotten for its pay-to-blog program has been satisfying -- they let us know this week that they're planning to continue the program for the foreseeable future.

As we re-up, though, our blogging commitment (and pay) will be cut back some. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's been fun so far, and so I'm thinking, what the hey, let's go forward with these folks if they formally ask me to. They've been nice enough to put me on a panel at this upcoming event, and although a few readers have squawked, I don't think any real damage has come from my Marqui posts so far.

The story of the "maya-hee maya-hoo maya-ha" lip-syncing dancer guy just gets more and more fascinating every day. I linked to this guy's performance quite a few weeks back. He's taken a catchy Romanian pop song by a group called Ozone and made his own little homemade video, which centers around him grooving to the tune at his desk in front of his computer.

Somebody sent me a link via e-mail over the holidays, and I couldn't help but admit, it was a fun page to open, and so I invited our readers to do the same.

Well, I wasn't the only one. As I noted here last week, the whole world's caught on, and the traffic at the site showing the video has been phenomenal. It's reached the point at which even local newscasts around the world are running clips from the video.

Today our understanding of the story reached a new level, as The New York Times reported on its front page that the "doughy guy" in the video is actually a young man from Saddle Brook, N.J. (where several of my cousins grew up, and where I actually ate something called Junket Rennet Custard once). And he doesn't like the attention he's been getting any more. He just cancelled his appearance on the "Today" show. He wouldn't talk to the Times reporter. He's moping around the house in Saddle Brook, and his immigrant grandfather thinks he's crazy.

As a guy who has done goofy things myself in front of the computer over the years, I want to send what the kids call a "shout out" to this fellow, who's made a little internet history for himself. To you, Gary Brolsma of Saddle Brook, N.J., let me just say: We love you, man! You are truly funny. It's a gift. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have spent the last several weeks walking around singing to myself: Maya hee! Maya hoo! Maya ha! Maya ha ha! At the very least, Ozone should put you in its next vid.

Come on out and bask in the sun, dude.

Among the e-mail messages in my inbox today were "legislative updates" from State Reps. Greg Macpherson from down in L.O. (a former partner of mine) and Jeff Merkley of east Portland (whom I've never met).

Macpherson writes that the Oregon legislative session so far is "lethargic," and that's too bad, in his view, because the state's tax system is so screwed up. But he's tried to shake things up by introducing bills that would crack down on abusive corporate tax shelters (trust him when he says, there are many) and require that applicants for professional licenses prove that their state taxes have been paid.

Good moves, Greg. You might want to expand the categories on that last one to include all public employees. You shouldn't get hired in a government job unless you're clean on taxes. I noticed a few weeks ago that the guy who's running the very questionable "Portland Family of Funds" is allegedly into the state big-time on many tens of thousands that his old company withheld from people's pay but didn't get around to sending to Salem. Nice. Makes you wonder how many other such leading lights are drawing a government paycheck. Oh wait, his isn't a government paycheck -- the Portland Development Commission handed him ownership of the fund, too. Double nice.

Merkley, the House Democratic leader, sends along some pornographic photos of the spea -- only kidding, sends along some thoughts regarding the growing social problems of "Far-East Portland." That's what he's calling the area east of 82nd Avenue. He writes:

Seeing the story back in January, I urged Portland Mayor Potter to establish a commission to study and recommend significant changes in policy to stem the deterioration of neighborhoods in Far-East Portland. I would like to encourage you to join in asking the City to pay attention to, understand, and address the issues facing Far-East Portland. To send an email to Mayor Potter or any of the City Commissioners, please click on the links below.

Now if both you gentlemen would figure out a way to fund government operations without turning this town into Elko, Nevada, we'd all be grateful.

b!X sends along the following rejoinder to yesterday's photo from Lars Larson:

And here I thought I was a grouchy old coot. Check out Pankleb's measured response to a little incident down at the old dry cleaners.

Google searches are amazing. Have you ever put in a phone number? It's a reverse directory. I remember back in my newspaper reporter days, when my employer used to pay big bucks for a print version of that sort of directory, just for our local area.

But Google has its limits. For example, if you're looking for a photo of celebrity chef Ainsley Harriot, not all of the results you get are what you're looking for...

Lars Larson (the real one) sends along this photo to brighten everyone's day:

Here's a conference (pdf) that I wish I was attending today. I am not making this up.

Wish I had thought of it. (Via TaxProf Blog.)

If you're in the Portland metro area these days (and probably elsewhere in the Pacific Northwest), don't miss the winter-blooming daphne. It's in all its sweet-smelling glory right now. So if you happen by one of these bushes, get close and take a good whiff. It's so good for your soul.

It's also o.k. to clip some blooms and bring them inside. These plants just get stronger when you do that.

So will you.

Amidst all the talk about "fixing" Social Security, I can see that the folks who are now in their old age will be well protected by the greying, but still mean, pit bulls at the AARP. And the youngsters in their 20s will have plenty of time, between now and their retirement, to undo whatever mistakes they're talked into by Karl Rove.

But there will be a group who gets the royal shaft -- workers too young to be grandfathered into the old system they've been paying into for decades, and too old to undo the short- to medium-term damage that will surely be caused by the dismantling of the New Deal.

And guess who that will be.

My prediction: People born in 1954.

Like me.

A couple of members of the federal congressional delegation from the great State of Washington are about to introduce a bill to force Oregon to tax Washington residents who work in Oregon more favorably than us Oregonians.

Hey, if you 'Couverites don't want to pay income taxes like the rest of us who work here, stay home. You say you're getting such a raw deal having to pay tax in both states, but how come the parking lot at the Costco out by the Portland Airport is always full of cars with Washington plates? Let's face it, you're beating the Washington sales tax (and cheating on the Washington use tax) on half of what you buy, so quit the whining.

Finally, show me where Congress has the authority to tell Oregon how to tax nonresidents who have Oregon-source personal service income. The commerce clause? Not with this Supreme Court.

Senator Cantwell and Congressman Baird, you've now gotten your measly little news coverage and whatever political mileage you expect to get from it with your constituents. Please cut the comedy and get back to work.

The annual battle with the Portland Crud wears on. There's been a respiratory bug running through our house for more than a month now. Today it's made it to my larynx, depriving me of a voice.

I guess I was asking for it last night when, in honor of the late John Raitt, I performed show tunes for the wife and kids over dinner. I ran the table, with gems from any number of shows. "Dough, a Deer" started me off, but in no time I was onto "O What a Beautiful Morning." I had to waffle on the lyrics to "Clang Clang Clang (Went the Trolley)," but otherwise my dulcet baritone warblings were impeccable. I think my best number was the theme from "The Sound of Music." What a beautiful song! And thanks to Sister Michael Charles, I knew every word and note.

Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II wrote the music to that show. And so much other wonderful music. "Carousel," "Oklahoma!," "The King and I," "South Pacific." And Rodgers, so many other great songs -- "The Lady is a Tramp," "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered." Hammerstein, "Ol' Man River." It was worth wasting my vocal cords on those guys.

Later today, though, it will be time to pay the piper. I've got three hours of tax law to teach, and at the moment, I haven't got the instrument to do it too well.

I remember some years back, when he performed on the Letterman show with his daughter, Bonnie. He still had that huge presence, and he wasn't shy about upstaging his now-more-famous offspring. They are a special family, and he will be missed, even by those of us who were too young to catch him at the height of his career.

I can't believe it. I did a rough draft of my income taxes last night, and I discovered that I'm subject to the alternative minimum tax (AMT)!

Egads. This is the shadowy federal tax that middle- and upper-income folks have to pay when their deductions get too large. For me, the culprits are the dependency exemptions for the kids, and the huge deduction I get for all the state and local taxes I pay here in Portland -- the highest of any town west of the Mississippi. Although those dependents and taxes are deductible for "regular" federal income tax purposes, they're not deductible for purposes of the AMT.

And if the AMT is greater than your regular tax, you have to pay the AMT. That's why they call it the alternative minimum tax.

Guess it's time to join the chorus that's seeking repeal of the AMT. Either Congress is serious about the deductions for dependents and state and local taxes, or it isn't. And it's time to reform the tax system in Oregon, and Portland in particular, so that we aren't all penalized by the AMT and have to send even more money to the feds.

Oh man, do I ever sound like a Republican now. The AMT -- I still can't believe it. Better check those numbers one more time.

Funny how one's academic views of tax policy tend to change when one's own wallet is being tapped.

UPDATE, 11:23 a.m.: How interesting. I just noticed that the Times has a front page story on this today. (If you get an ad, the escape to the story is in the upper right-hand corner.)

If you've always wanted a Mercedes SUV, here's one for sale that you might take a look at. This little honey was found in an estate.

It's time to do my weekly duty by Marqui, the internet software developers who are paying me good money to mention and link to them on this blog. I'm happy to do so, particularly this week, when they've given us so much food for thought.

First and foremost, they've been hired by the Abraham Lincoln Bicentennial Commission. This is an outifit that's preparing some big doings for Honest Abe's 200th birthday, in 2009. They're recommending the minting of an Abraham Lincoln bicentennial penny; the issuance of a Lincoln postage stamp; the convening of a joint meeting or joint session of Congress; creation of a major celebration at the Lincoln Memorial; and the acquisition and preservation of artifacts associated with Lincoln.

Their site's got some interesting stuff on it, particularly the text of Lincoln's big speeches. You can't miss with content like this:

Of strange, discordant, and even hostile elements, we gathered from the four winds, and formed and fought the battle through, under the constant hot fire of a disciplined, proud, and pampered enemy. Did we brave all them to falter now? -- now, when that same enemy is wavering, dissevered, and belligerent? The result is not doubtful. We shall not fail -- if we stand firm, we shall not fail. Wise counsels may accelerate, or mistakes delay it, but, sooner or later, the victory is sure to come.

Pencilling the Lincoln 200th onto our calendars reminds us that we're just now getting to the Lewis & Clark bicentennial, which kicks off in the here and now of '05. So when L&C were making their way up the Missouri, a little baby named Abe Lincoln was just a twinkle in his dad's eye. Somehow I had held those two eras a bit closer together in my own mind. Now I'm beginning to see the proper sequencing -- only 30 years from the Declaration of Independence to Lewis & Clark, but then another 55 to the heyday of Lincoln. Now that 30 years doesn't seem that long a time to me -- even 55 isn't the eternity it once seemed -- I see how young this country really is.

In another story fed to us by Marqui this week, they highlight another client, WVON in Chicago, a talk radio station devoted to African-America. Looks like a great spot on the dial, and their site is very smooth. They say they're saving some dough by having a couple of in-house people use Marqui, rather than hiring an outside web developer and standing in line to get that developer's attention whenever something needed to be done. Sounds good to me.

I don't understand hardly any of the in's and out's of "communications management suites," but I am beginning to see that Marqui has some really cool clients, for whatever that's worth.

Finally, there was this piece in the Online Jourmalism Review about the ethics (or ethical defects) of blogging for pay. At a time when the White House press corps is infiltrated with impostors and the federal government is producing phony newscasts, it's a real concern. Fortunately, Marqui comes out smelling like a rose, because all its paid bloggers are proudly disclosing that they're being paid to shill for the company.

Transparency, baby!

Steve Earle was in town last night, and he put on another great show. This time he was in his revolutionary rocker mode, with a four-to-five-piece band and songster Allison Moorer in tow.

The first number, "The Revolution Starts Now," set the tone for the evening. Earle mined his most recent, politically charged, material, mixing in some stump speeches about the state of the nation. Obviously still smarting from the election, he showed no sign of letting up on his leftist crusade. "There'll be other elections," he reminded the audience. But although spirits rose when he belted out a few older favorites such as "Copperhead Road" and "You're Still Standing There" (with Moorer), overall the mood was pretty dark.

If you could call it a mood. The show was at the Crystal Ballroom, where everybody stood up, jostled each other around, constantly jockeyed for a line of sight, and tried to hear the music above the din of a Friday night bar crowd that was shouting into their cell phones and stepping on every quiet moment in the show with mindless chatter. Not the ideal place to hear a concert where the lyrics matter, that's for sure. Moorer's opening set, which might not have been too strong even in a more appropriate venue, was a near-total loss.

Oh well, revolution is messy. And so is rock and roll.

I got the biggest kick out of the few poor souls in the crowd who showed up with their cowboy hats and Bush-Cheney politics, expecting to hear a typical "country" show. I guess they had seen the Earle date listed that way in the paper, had heard that he was originally from Texas, and/or hadn't checked in with him since he sang "Guitar Town" nearly 20 years ago. The hardcore pro-union, anti-war rhetoric coming from the stage left them aghast. The looks on some of their faces after a while were priceless.

My favorite new Steve Earle line (he used several that I had heard from him before): "If you got a boss, then you probably need a union."

Move over, George Orwell -- George Bush is here. Tony tells it (and shows it) like it is.

Portland schools chief Super Vicki takes a hit on the front page of The Oregonian today. The story's supposed to be an "analysis" of whether she allowed appropriate public input before announcing the impending closures of several schools. "She doesn't understand that Portlanders demand process," blah blah blah.

When you fire Neil Goldschmidt's brother from the outrageously overpaid position that he was handed by Neil Goldschmidt's wife, you can expect flak from The Oregonian. After all, it's the Official Publication of the Portland Old Boy Network.

Ignore 'em, Vicki. You go, girl.

Last night I caught a broadcast news story about this guy.

I've always wished that I had my own radio show. Having played with that medium extensively in my teens, 20s, and 30s, I miss the enjoyment that one gets by locking oneself up in a studio for hours at a time with the sole purpose of creating sound. It's easy to forget everything else while in there. Live radio is especially fun, but even recorded programming is a blast to make.

Although talk shows are interesting to do, it's playing recorded music that gives me the biggest kick. Without a radio station willing to give me a slot, I've DJ'd a few parties in my time, and those experiences have confirmed the draw that this particular activity has on me.

Well, now I see that it's possible to do it yourself on the web. "Podcasting" is the Next Big Thing, and I can't see myself letting the opportunity slip by.

With a music show, though, there's the sticky question of copyright. To play your typical recorded music, you need three or four licenses from the big bad licensing agencies. As best I can tell, the licenses run about $1200 a year, even for a guy with a small blog. Of course, if the show's a hit, there will be bandwidth repercussions as well, and the whole thing could wind up running a couple of grand a year to do without legal hassles.

That's pretty spendy for a hobby. Something to brood about, though.

You don't have to believe in the war to appreciate this.

Ah, spring is in the air. The time of year when Portland bureaucrats' thoughts inevitably turn to screwing the neighborhoods on the east side.

The latest? Close Buckman Pool, and maybe Pier Pool too.

I guess the idea is that if the kids from those neighborhoods want to learn how to swim, they can hitchhike over to Gabriel Park.

More on the upcoming Springsteen CD and tour: It's an acoustic album, more or less, and he'll perform solo or with a small band when on the road.

If he makes it to Portland, I guess it'd be at the Schnitzer, and not nearly as much fun as an E Street Band show in the big arena. But still worth going to.

I skipped the "Tom Joad" tour, which sounds like it will be the forerunner of this one. At the time, it seemed to me that Bruce had just run out of steam, which saddened me. But "The Rising" showed that the guy still has fire. So if he wants to turn it down to a low burn, I'll be there.

The beat goes on The beat goes on Cranes keep buildin' condos in my view La de da de dee La de da de di

The Portland City Council will give in today and let the money-hungry developers down in South Waterfront build fatter, taller condo towers than they promised when the project was first approved. The council made the developers spend two more weeks hassling with the neighborhood associations, but now that's done, and so it's onward, upward, and outward. You can still see the mountains in postcards, kids.

Next up, another tower at SW Third and Oak. A $3.3 million public subsidy, 10 years of tax abatements, less affordable housing than they originally promised (er, actually, none), the usual scam. Gotta have an apartment with a view for Nicolas Cage's mother. Fireman Randy might make a face, Opie might make them come back in two weeks, but it wil all go through.

Then there's the "Portland Family of Funds," the "spinoff" from the Portland Development Commission that's under investigation on suspicion of being bad public policy, if not downright illegal. Oops, those five projects they promised to close on the po' side of town by the end of last year? So far they've closed none, and three of the five cannot be realistically said to be more than pipedreams at this point. Just be patient, MLK. These things take time.

Yeah, right. Look at those cranes on Macadam go when one of the Goldschmidt clan wants something.

"Spinoff" -- that's a good one. Create a government bureau and after a couple of years hand it on a platter to some of the guys who work there. They make millions. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Then there's Vanport Square, the one bone that the PDC has thrown to the inner northeast recently. Still stalled. Existing property still being mismanaged. Public relations still a disaster.

Don't forget the east side of the Burnside Bridge. Condo towers, of course, it goes without saying. But the current scam is to delay awarding the deal, in the guise of public input, until the PDC can figure out a way to give it with a straight face to the developer they've already picked out of the three bidders.

Urban renewal, Portland style, is a very sick puppy. Mayor Potter, it's up to you to administer some serious medicine. Please don't wait too much longer.

In the e-mail today comes word that my rock and roll hero, Bruce Springsteen, has a new album, "Devils and Dust," coming out on April 26. There'll be a tour to promote the CD. I hope they plan to make it this way. Last time, we had an unforgettable night -- typical Bruce.

Funny story in the paper today about how Portland Water Bureau employees are now answering the phone by saying, "Portland Utilities."

Makes you wonder how they'll be answering the phone in Commissioner Saltzman's office after the next City Council election.

Some other suggestions for better city call center pickup lines:

Mayor's Office: "Travel Bureau."
Planning: "Condo Towers 'R' Us."
Portland Development Commission: "West Hills Welfare."
Commissioner Leonard's Office: "Imus in the Morning."
School District: "Department of War."
Police Bureau: "If you are calling to turn yourself in for a violent felony, please hang up and call back between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m., Monday through Friday."

I should have known things were going to go wrong on my recent road trip on Continental Airlines. I had an uneasy feeling right from the start of the first flight segment, when the instructional safety video came on.

On Continental, the passengers are greeted by a video message of a half-minute or so from the CEO, before they start up on how to fasten your seat belt. Over the years, I've grown accustomed to being welcomed aboard by Gordon Bethune (left), the head honcho at Continental. Vaguely Southern-sounding, leathery, senior, just a little rough around the edges, Gordon gave you the impression that he could fly the plane himself, load the bags, take the engine apart, and tell you a few excellent dirty jokes off camera that would make you forget what a small space your seat was. "You're on a modern jet aircraft," he'd say, leaving us to imagine him on a crude prop job way, way back there. You knew things would be o.k. all the way to Newark, or wherever.

This time around, though, no Gordon. He's retired. So now we get Larry -- Larry Kellner (right) -- Bethune's successor.

Larry looks like a sycophantic bean-counter from Ohio somewhere, who doesn't really understand the business, couldn't relate to anybody in the back of the plane, got this job because he's somebody's nephew, and can't even switch gears on a 10-speed bicycle without a lot of clunking and clanking. It's unfair to judge him based on his looks, but that's the hit I get off the guy.

So when our itinerary went to heck because there had been a hard rain shower in Houston at some point or other many hours before we got there, I couldn't help but think: This never would have happened under Gordon's watch.

Trying to sleep on the Denver airport floor that night, I thought dark thoughts. Mostly, I don't want to fly on an airline run by Larry.