Bend Summer Festival
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Downtown is transformed this weekend into the festival grounds for the annual Summer Fest, which includes three days of music, fine art, craft vendors, food, drink and more. The music lineup includes a nice mix of local and touring acts, including Toad the Wet Sprocket, Night Ranger, Mosley Wotta, David Jacobs-Strain and plenty others. And did we mention that Night Ranger, the authors of “Sister Christian” are playing on Friday night? Oh, looks like we did, but it's worth saying twice. Downtown Bend.
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The Band with the Funny Name: A brief history of Toad the Wet Sprocket
While for some, Toad the Wet Sprocket might fall under a collective '90s era “oh yeah I remember that song, who sang it?” genre, muddled with contemporaries like the Gin Blossoms, or later Dishwalla, the band continues to have a strong loyal fan base and cult following. This is noteworthy for a group that hasn't released an album of new music since the late '90s. Though they may be best known for their 1994 hit “Fall Down,” the group is far from alternative in the Pearl Jam/Nirvana sense of the term, residing closer to the calmer, less angry sounds of Counting Crows or REM.
Formed in 1986 when Santa Barbara-area high school friends, singer Glen Phillips, guitarist Todd Nichols, bassist Dean Dinning, and drummer Randy Guss started the band, they were widely successful in the early 90s. The band's sound – and perhaps also its bizarre name – appealed to a large audience, propelling them to mainstream radio play. Inspiration for the band's name came from a Monty Python sketch. British comedy writer and Monty Python troupe member, Eric Idle, wrote a fake music news sketch that included the band name that he thought, at the time, was so ridiculous no one would ever use it.
The Westside Gets Primal: Primal Cuts Meat Market is here to serve all your carnivorous needs
“Here is the chicken you will be enjoying tonight, his name was Collin. Here are his papers.”
The server passes a file and photograph to a couple dining in Portland who then fire off a list of questions about this particular chicken served – location of the farm, the chicken's diet, whether the chicken had many other chicken friends, the restaurant's relationship with the farmer – eventually they decide to go and visit the farm in that instant and ask that the server hold their seats in the meantime.
Meatless Barbecue?: A vegetarian takes to the grill
Well Bendites, it's here.
June 21 has come and gone, you've wrapped up your pagan solstice rituals, tweens have started floating the river and the sun is coming out on a fairly reliable basis. Your coworker has even stopped smugly saying, “Welcome to Central Oregon” any time someone mentions a change in the weather.
It's also about this time that, for vegetarians, the sense of dread that has been building all spring long finally becomes a full-fledged panic. It's barbecue season.
For some, barbecues mean parties and fun, but for vegetarians these backyard gatherings bring what I like to call barbeque shame. If you've ever had to tote plastic-wrapped veggie burgers from party to party, or asked a host to use a clean pair of tongs to turn your not-dogs so as not to contaminate them with the cursed blood of the beast, then you know what I'm talking about.
Charles Finn: The Route 20 Barn
A few years ago, driving west on Highway 20, after rising out of Tumalo, a faded red barn stood not far off the side of the road, slouched there like some kind of colossal beast leaning its great and sleeping weight against the endemic sunshine. Like so many of its kind, the paw of gravity rested heavy upon it and it looked as if caught in the very act of falling down, propped up by nothing more substantial than an incorrigible will. Glimpsed even at 55 miles per hour, its humble lines and stately bearing were immediately recognizable – it stood, undefended, profoundly graceful in the center of its field. The barn is still there, but in recent years has been stabilized and now rises straight and true, its vertical board and batten siding severely established and august against the high desert sky. I can't blame the owners for shoring it up, and even applaud them, but to my way of thinking, and once upon a time, the barn and its beauty were more sublime.
Smartly Creepy: Killing is delightfully difficult in F.E.A.R. 3
The scariest thing in F.E.A.R. 3 is the combat. There’s something horrific about a soldier who, desperate to escape, jumps over a crate only to be shredded into streams of blood and flesh in mid-air as my bullets rip through him. Moments earlier he was confident, racing toward me with his own gun ready, shouting commands to his comrades with terse, military efficiency. But a few moments of facing me turned him into a panicked animal caught in a bloodbath. It was probably a mercy kill when he collapsed into a ragdoll heap, landing with a lifeless thud atop the crate.
He was smart to try and run. Most of my enemies are smart, actually, in F.E.A.R. 3, which sets it apart from most of the shooters I’ve played in the past year. My opponents – at least the rational, human ones – take cover quickly. And once they’ve disappeared from view, they don’t reappear, popping up in the same spot like military whack-a-moles. They’re intelligent enough to reach over their cover with their gun alone, shooting it blindly. Or they’ll suddenly emerge from the far side of the box they’re crouched behind, making a mad dash for a more advantageous position.
8 Million Ways (for Charlie Sheen) to Die
First, let it be stated that I don't know a single person who watches (or will admit to watching) the CBS sitcom Two and a Half Men. (For those who wish to remain fashionably ignorant, Two and a Half Men is the one that starred Duckie from Pretty in Pink and Charlie Sheen before he decided to stop being sober and start “WINNING.”) However! Apparently someone must be watching this show because it's consistently one of CBS' top rated programs – at least among the network's chief demographic, 33-44 year old mentally handicapable donkeys and incontinent nursing home residents who can't quite remember where the remote went (or how to operate it). And that's why CBS is so gung ho to send Charlie on his merry way and replace him with someone almost as annoying: mop topped, coffin-robber Ashton Kutcher.
Take Your Facts And Shove Them
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Little White Lies or Half Truths?
Last month, the school district announced that they cut eight administrative positions. What they didn't announce was that a year ago, one of the individuals took a position in Portland and they never filled the position. Other administrators absorbed that workload. Also, three of the positions were elementary assistant principal positions, but in reality they had never been filled. In other words, there wasn't another human being tied to those positions.
Save the Carrots!
Dear Aaron Kirkpatrick, in response to your public slander of me (people have sued for less, by the way), I choose to support you in your cause to save the misunderstood carrot. While I personally prefer to focus on defending animals – in this case, objecting to school programs that teach 5th graders how to kill animals for fun – if your calling is The Vegetable, then clearly you have read The Secret Life of Plants, a superb book that shows us the extraordinary sentience of the world around us.

