1. Bon Scott โ The quintessential rock star, Scott was AC/DCโs original gravel voiced front man. While he may not be the greatest artist to cash in his chips prematurely, his flameout meets all the criteria to get top billing. Scott and his band were at the top of their game, just entering the prime of their career having just recorded and toured on the seminal Highway to Hell. He overdosed on alcohol, which is a feat in itself. And he did it in a parked car outside a nightclub. It just donโt get more rock star, folks.
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Calling All Homebrewers
Central Oregonโs craft brewing scene has grabbed more than its share of
headlines, but the local homebrew scene has flown under the radar. Thatโs about to change this weekend when The Deschutes Brewery will host a first-come, first-served home brew competition at the Bend Fall Fest. The competition is open to any and all homebrewers who wish to enter a โfresh hopโ beer.
Treasure Our Treasures
This coming Saturday, tens of thousands of Americans will celebrate Public Lands Day by volunteering their time to help maintain and improve public parks, rivers and wilderness areas.ย It is the nationโs largest single-day volunteer event to support Americaโs public lands and guarantee they remain available for future generations.
Here in Bend, we are lucky enough to have the Oregon Badlands Wilderness right in our backyard.ย I hope that many local residents take advantage of the opportunity to spend their Public Lands Day there, joining other volunteers and enjoying a day of helping to preserve a beautiful area for generations to come.ย We all can appreciate when public lands and waters are kept beautiful and clean, so this is a great opportunity to give back to those places.
An Open Letter to a Fellow Motorist
To the Older Gentleman in the Volkswagon Passat, 3rd St, 7 pm, 9/21.
I’ll try putting this here, as I don’t think you’re the Craigslist R & R type.
Really, really sorry I was driving like an a-hole (white and blue Ford truck, full of firewood).ย You had every right to honk at me for cutting you off, and I want to offer you my sincere apologies, and a short explanation:ย I was driving like an a-hole because both of my dogs had been bitten by a rattlesnake, and I was hurrying to get them to the emergency vet. Crazy, right?ย Two dogs, one snake.
Sack the Scabs
A travesty. An atrocity. An abomination. A disgrace. A debacle. A fiasco.
Those were just a few of the more printable descriptions applied to Monday nightโs NFL contest between the Seattle Seahawks and the Green Bay Packers, destined hereafter to be known as The Game That Will Live in Infamy.
In case you didnโt catch the shabby spectacle live or on video, hereโs what happened:
Green Bay 12, Seattle 7. Seahawks have the ball on the Packer 24 with eight ticks left on the game clock. Seattle QB Russell Wilson heaves a Hail Mary pass into the end zone, where a mob of Seahawks and Packers are waiting. Green Bay defender M.D. Jennings and Seattle receiver Golden Tate leap up in the crowd to make the catch. Jennings grabs it with both hands, but Tate manages to get one hand on it.
Bee Afraid: The mysterious case of disappearing pollinators
All seemed well that late winter morning when Bend resident Allen Engle headed out to check on his hives. The chill in the air held a hint of spring, the ducks flew overhead returning north and Engle was ready for his bees to rouse themselves out of their winter torpor.
A shocking sight awaited him when he lifted the first lid and saw the neat stack of wooden frames, thick with honeycomb but not a single bee.
In his 20 years of keeping bees, Engle had never experienced such a dramatic loss, yet in the months since he has lost four more hives with no explanation.
Heโs not alone.
Our Picks For 09/27-10/04
Terrible Buttons with Communist Daughter
thursday 27
An up-and-coming group of fun-loving folk deconstructionists from Spokane, Terrible Buttons makes dark and celebratory songs that bounce down the road like a ramshackle musical sideshow. Former Friends Like These front man Johnny Solomon opens the show with his groove-ilicious new band, Communist Daughter. $5. 21+. 8 p.m. Horned Hand, 507 NW Colorado.
Calling Linda Carter: BendFilm doc explores the chronic absence of female superheroes in comic book literature
Oakland, Calif., documentary filmmaker Kristy Guevara-Flanagan’s Wonder Women!, the untold story of super heroines, is one of the documentaries defining BendFilm as a festival not just for features, but ideas.
Former Source staffer Josh Beddingfield caught up with Guevara-Flanagan in California:
the Source: Your previous film, Going on 13, followed the lives of four young girls in the process of becoming adolescents. I’m guessing you came at Wonder Woman! more from the perspective of a cultural observer than as a comic fan per se?
The Last Big Eddy Run: A cautionary tale
It seemed easy enough. Iโd guided rafts through the Big Eddy stretch hundreds of times, I thought, as I sat in my little yellow kayak above the rapids. And Iโd kayaked plenty of class IIIs and IVs.
But none of them were so thoroughly lined with lava rocks as sharp as these.
All summer long, Iโd played the โshould I or shouldnโt I?โ game with this stretchโthe rocks in the river here, just above Lava Island, are young, geologically speaking, and razor sharp.
But as the raft of a friend who would run safety for me rounded a bend, I knew my summerโs worth of contemplating was over.
Redmond High School Blues
It was Friday night at the new Ridgeview High School in Redmond and the excited crowd watched the football team overwhelm the opposing team in their first game. The weather was perfect for the game and a โblueโ moon was emerging.
It would have been even better had the crowd of fans, noise and congestion from the traffic been located in a more urban setting. Unfortunately, Ridgeview was constructed along the edge of a rural environment. Wheel lines irrigate green pastures within a quarter of a mile of the school. Roads have been widened and sidewalks constructed in anticipation of the traffic that will be generated by the school.

