K's really been on lately, with this piece the pretends to be about NOLA hip hop but is really a pretty amazing critique of preservation culture:

A quarter-century from now, when the social problems that Juvenile and others so discomfitingly rap about have become one more strand of the city's official history, they may find themselves honored in just the kinds of musical tributes and cultural museums that currently shut them out. By then, their careers will probably have cooled off. They'll be less influential, less popular, less controversial; not coincidentally, they'll have a less visceral connection to the youth of New Orleans. And finally, their music — and maybe also their recording studios, their custom jewelry, their promotional posters — will seem to be worth saving. Perhaps, like so many other pop-music traditions, "gangsta gumbo" is a dish best preserved cold.

And this piece is a real feel good kinda thing, recycling old library books into art that can then be checked back out of the library. That's some punk shit right there. You'd think it was from the other Portland.