For readers interested in stalking Isaac Brock, Stephen Malkmus, Colin Meloy, or James Mercer, Slate's proclamation of Portland as the new "indie rock mecca" is a must-read. My favorite bit: "Portland is like a resort community for indie rockers who spend half the year working themselves ragged on tour. You can venture into public dressed like a convicted sex offender or a homeless person, and no one looks at you askew." And an excerpt Portland scenesters might take issue with (and by all means, feel free to do so in the Comments section): "Why, you might ask, haven't you really noticed Portland's incredible concentration of musical talent before? Because unlike, say, Seattle's grunge boom in the '90s or the Bay Area's recent hyphy movement, Portland has neither a distinctive 'sound' nor a 'scene' to speak of. Sonically, there's not a whole lot that the twisty pop of the Shins has in common with the 'hyper-literate prog-rock' (to borrow a phrase from Stephen Colbert) of the Decemberists. And virtually none of these groups can be considered 'Portland bands' since, with very few exceptions, they all moved to town after gaining some level of fame."