There’s something comforting knowing that every year on the second weekend in September the Sisters Folk Festival (SFF) will take place. SFF is more than a music festival for many regulars.
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Mild-Mannered Merkley Turns Into a Tiger on Health Care
A freshman senator is expected to defer to his seniors, make no waves, and rise to address the chamber only on such controversial topics as the virtues of motherhood and the flag.
But not Oregon's Jeff Merkley, who came across as a bit of a Milquetoast during his campaigns but has become one of the Senate's firebrands on the subject of health care reform.
A Sports Icon Fondly Remembered
Years ago when I aspired to become a professional tennis player, I worked at a Colorado resort hotel’s tennis facility. My job included cleaning the place, gathering balls for the pro during his lessons, playing with resort guests who needed a partner and stringing rackets.
Go see “Cabaret” immediately
The entire Source staff headed to the Tower Theatre last night for the opening night performance of Cat Call Productions’ performance of Cabaret. All I can say, is go see this musical.
The Kitzhaber Bandwagon Gets More Crowded
Barring something totally unexpected, it looks more and more like John Kitzhaber will be the once and future governor of Oregon.
At a press conference yesterday the former two-term Democratic governor announced he's picked up a slew of endorsements from prominent state Democrats, including Treasury Secretary Ben Westlund, Superintendent of Public Instruction Susan Castillo and Attorney General John Kroger as well as 17 of the 54 Democratic state legislators, including Bend's Judy Steigler.
Out of the Pigeonhole: The big year and big sound of Deer Tick
It's noon on a Monday and John Joseph McCaully III, riding in a bus somewhere between Colorado and Washington says, “We're basically trying not to die.”
The tour bus carrying the 24-year-old McCaully and the rest of his band, Deer Tick, has some sort of exhaust leak, or so says McCaully, who seems hardly worried about any real harm, or so it seems, given that they continue to drive. For a guy who's been on tour almost continuously for the past five years, vehicular malfunctions like this are probably old hat. The fact that his Americana-tinged rock band's latest record, Born on Flag Day, has escalated the Providence, R.I. quartet into the national media and onto many a summer festival stages, might also be a reason he's not too worried. Things seem to be going his way, so who cares about a little exhaust inhalation?
In Deep At Typhoon
My dad, who still doesn't understand why anyone would want to forgo hamburgers, lives by the motto: If it's green, it's trouble; if it's fried, order double. I've been meaning to get his take on items that cross both barriers: like vegetable tempera or the crispy-friend vegetarian spring rolls my husband and I devoured with friends during a trip to Typhoon in downtown Bend.
I've seen vegetarian menus before, but Typhoon is the first establishment to hand me my very own Vegan Menu. I was thrilled at first until I remembered hours later that I'd had my eye on the yellow vegetable curry on the standard menu, a favorite when it comes to Thai, only to be distracted by the laminated vegan insert (which must be requested by the diner).
Sébastien and I decided to share the Lahd Nah ($9.95) and the house salad ($8.95). I asked our waiter if these were good choices: my way of fishing for a food-worshipping waiter to proclaim: “The Death by Asparagus, although green, is to die for.” (According to the menu it was voted first place blue ribbon asparagus entrée by the California Asparagus Commission.) Instead our waiter quickly answered in the affirmative, which was in no way reassuring.
I drink tea from time to time, but never at $9 a pot, like the Imperial Green Oolong our friend Chris ordered. I savored the dollar-sized portion he poured me and have to admit I was considering offering up my Stella in exchange.
Whenever Sébastien likes something I consider it a success, and he was well pleased with our meal's wide-cut rice noodles, vegetables, and mushrooms coated in a thick saucy glaze. Our mixed greens, another concoction created to test my father, was dripping in sweet sesame dressing as thick as caramel syrup, topped off by a liberal sprinkling of pan-fried wontons. When the dessert menu arrived I wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? After that salad? Bring me some broccoli instead; and not the kind deep-fried in batter.”
How Larry and His Flask spent their summer
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Shrinkage Isn't Always a Bad Thing
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At Least Someone Has A Sense of Humor
For months I’ve held out hope that somebody someplace would retain a sense of humor in the wake of the on-going battle over health care. There had to be a person who fell midway between the mentally unbalanced Glen Beck and his followers and uber righteous liberals.

