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Council to debate hydropower, revisit mayor question
The Bend City Council is expected to sign off this week on a $5.6-million hydropower option that should bring in enough revenue to avoid rate hikes.
The hydropower project would be tacked on to the already approved Bridge Creek Surface Water Improvement Project, which is estimated to cost $62.6 million.
HDR Engineering Inc., the city's consulting group on the project, made clear during a July 20 work session that revenue from the hydro facility would quickly exceed costs in its first year of operation (2014). HDR is billing the project – which, if approved, would provide enough energy to power approximately 1,000 homes – as having great environmental benefits. The impact on fish and other aquatic organisms was not discussed, though critics have questioned what incentive the city will have to leave water in-stream for fish after the project is completed.

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Jeff Merkley Refuses to Roll Over

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President Obama and the Republicans have been doing a weird little dance ever since Obama was inaugurated in 2009. It might be called the Congressional Two-Step.
It goes like this: The Republicans take two steps to the right. Then Obama takes two steps to the right. Then the Republicans take two more steps to the right. Then Obama takes two more steps to the right, calls it a “compromise” and declares victory.
Obama and the Republicans just concluded an extended performance of the dance during the fight over raising the federal debt ceiling. On Tuesday – the deadline beyond which the nation supposedly would have gone into default on its debts – the Senate passed and Obama signed what was described as a compromise bill to raise the ceiling in exchange for $2.5 trillion in government spending cuts.

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Deschutes County Commissioners

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This week's WTF comes courtesy of the Deschutes County Commissioners who decided in July to perpetuate the ongoing pissing match with Deschutes County District Attorney Patrick Flaherty. Working through their contracted attorneys, county commissioners filed what amounted to a plea to oust the embattled Flaherty who is the subject of anonymous bar complaint over his handling of a grand jury investigation last year.

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Road Rules Apply to Everyone

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After reading much about bikers being cited and warned for infractions around Bend, I would like to offer my experiences and thoughts. Many times I have had to avoid careless cyclists who ignored traffic signs, lights and the rules of the road in general. I was under the impression that cyclists should obey laws like any motorist. An example is cyclists who ride on sidewalks in the downtown area. While having lunch this weekend and sitting outside at a popular restaurant I observed six bikers riding the sidewalks in a span of about 40 minutes. People walking with children, dogs, or window shopping are at risk of injury because of this behavior. But nothing appears to be done to discourage or inform these bikers of their inconsiderate riding. If a car were driving on downtown sidewalks I am sure action would be taken. I realize this is an extreme analogy, but do the rules of the road apply?

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No Rabbit Shortage Here

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Sisters' Secret Oasis: Doing it tight, doing it fresh at Poppies

Poppies in Sisters, Oregon, serves up excellent farm-fresh food.
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In the midst of the faux-Western tourist territory of Sisters lays a hidden culinary gem: Poppies, a gourmet garden market and café. Poppies has been open for a year, but has not gotten the attention this one-of-a-kind eatery deserves.
After being sorely disappointed by a new restaurant in Redmond this week, I can definitively say that there is nothing like going out on a limb to try a new place and having your expectations exceeded. Poppies does everything right that most restaurants do wrong; they do not skimp on what some seem to consider trivial elements of a meal from the quality of the bread to the vegetable toppings and complimentary side items.
They are modest, too. When they say “sandwiches and burgers are served with chips,” they mean house-made sweet potato chips seasoned delicately with salt, sugar and cinnamon. When they say “burgers are served with lettuce, tomato, and red onion,” they mean lettuce from their garden, fresh tomatoes, non-mealy, soon to be sourced from the greenhouse on their nearby property.

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On the Friday Night Art Walk

Charles Finn meditates on the First Friday art walk.
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It is 8:30 on a Friday evening and I've had just enough cheap wine and looked at just enough bad art to feel happy and sad. From this vantage point the evening is vast, stretching out in all directions, and the streets full, cheerful couples and small packs of friends roaming in the gloaming. It is warm, summer has finally arrived, and the good stink of day-hot asphalt perfumes the air. There is a carefree nature to the milling crowds; an animation Monday morning knows nothing about. It doesn't hurt that free wine is being poured and seldom-seen friends are meeting. Standing on the corner of Bond Street and Minnesota Avenue, I listen to the Doppler of laughter as people pass. It tells me tomorrow is a long way away.
Maybe it's the wine or maybe the warm night air, but worry leaves the people on evenings like this. It's like a coat they take off. The future can take care of itself, is what they are saying, just give it its own sweet time. I've come downtown for the simple reason to be downtown. Hoping for nothing, expecting less, I predict to be cudgeled by small talk and lifted by chance. The excuse is to look at art, but really it is something far less worthy, something far more important than that.

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If Love Has You Lost, Just Go to a Bar: Crazy, Stupid, Love stays cute while managing to avoid clichés

Working outside the romantic comedy formula, Crazy, Sexy, Love succeeds.
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We, women, are the perfect combination of sexy and cute. Or at least that's what some of us want to hear. Of course, this is also the line that Steve Carell's character, Cal, uses to describe his wife, and then later to pick-up a one-night-stand in Crazy, Stupid, Love. This also might be the ideal description of this film: A cute tale about fighting for the one you love done with a dash of sexy. In this case, Ryan Gosling provides the sexy.
Cal, a loving husband and father, is blatantly told by his wife (Julianne Moore) that she wants a divorce. He then becomes depressed and finds himself at a single's bar where he meets Jacob (Gosling), a much more suave and attractive younger man who effortlessly takes women home. We then witness a makeover, a few painful attempts at picking up women and then back to where we began with Cal still in love with his wife. Intermixed is a love triangle between Cal's 14-year-old son, his son's 17-year-old babysitter and, what do you know, Cal himself. Oh yeah, and then there's Hannah (Emma Stone) who at the beginning of the film turns Jacob down in a bar to rush back to her boyfriend (Josh Groban). And like any other romantic comedy, we are thrown a unique surprise at the end that I actually didn't see coming. Snaps to the writers.

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Football for Dummies NCAA Football 12 charges hard for the goal line

NCAA Football 12 proves a strong offering.
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I am offense. With one eye making sure a burly linebacker doesn't break toward me, I focus my attention on the gridiron like a grandmaster evaluating a game of chess. I watch my teammates rush across the field in the pattern we agreed upon, making sure they arrive at their destinations and travel their intended paths. A pair of padded shoulders from the opposing team can set one of my men back. Or a pack of the other team's players might close in on the ball just when it reaches its target. I'm always trying to anticipate the flow, guessing where the players will be arranged in the few seconds it takes me to throw the ball.
Unlike a chess player, I have no time for drawn-out deliberation. Playing offense requires near-instant action. Fortunately, a videogame controller is well equipped for that. Those buttons that rest under my right thumb are snap decision-making tools par excellence. Each receiving player is mapped to one of the buttons, and its symbol moves across the field with him. When I want to throw, I merely press the corresponding symbol. The players become buttons and my thumb makes the throw with a tap.

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