The Wheels of Autumn: Cyclocross fills up the fall schedule, while art cranks and lederhosen remains optional

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The Wheels of Autumn: Cyclocross fills up the fall schedule, while art cranks and lederhosen remains optional

Michelle Mercer

Cuckoo for Cross
Back in the day, autumn used to lend itself to a period of relative debauchery for competitive cyclists. It was typical for the lean-and-mean to gain a few pounds, stay up late and let all the rigors of training slide until after Christmas. Cyclocross has pretty much ruined the off-season and if it weren't so much bloody fun, it would be easy to dismiss. And, for an increasing number of cyclists, 'cross isn't an off-season way to stay fit – it's the focus of their entire year's training.

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New Trail Opportunities Abound: Making new trail connections on the eve of the Big Fat Tour

Source Weekly

COTA is stoked to announce that several new trails in the Wanoga Complex will be open this fall. Due to a very productive trail work season, especially with the great turnout for the Steve Larsen and Bend Dental Group Work event last weekend in which 68 people turned up to work for four hours on these two trails, we have been able to complete a new trail, which is part of a link from Tiddlywinks Trail, over to Edison Snow Park. This new connector trail is called Kiwa Butte trail, named after the butte it climbs.

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Good Point, Ken Burns: The Tenth Inning insists that baseball is still great, except for that goddamned Barry Bonds

Mike Bookey

We're not supposed to talk about Barry Bonds or Mark McGwire or Sammy Sosa – unless remarking about the sudden and inexplicable change in Sosa's skin color – because these are the guys we collectively decided, with the help of Congress, ruined baseball. Yet I doubt anyone could watch Baseball: The Tenth Inning, the continuation of bowl-cut filmmaking wizard Ken Burns' PBS documentary following the history of America's alleged pasttime, and not remember the absolute wonder that surrounded the 1998 homerun race.

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Facebook Me: As addictive as Facebook itself, The Social Network defines a generation

Anne Pick

Facebook launched at the beginning of 2004, with the goal of putting the entire social experience of college online. At that time, it was all about exclusivity, you had to have a Harvard.edu e-mail address, but the website that would soon change the world and how we communicate and interact was soon opened up to colleges across the country. In the fall of 2004, I was a freshman at the University of Oregon and within the first few weeks I'd heard people talking about something then called “thefacebook” and how it was finally at Oregon. Facebook fever took over the campus and just like in The Social Network, the new film that chronicles the beginnings of Facebook, the phrase “Facebook me” was now a part of our vernacular.

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Vampires Still Need Permission: Let Me In stays reverent to the original, and that's the problem

Morgan P Salvo

In Let Me In, we have a barely rewritten version of the Swedish language film from barely two years ago, with plenty of the same scenes and dialogue. WTF? This new version is scripted and helmed by Matt Reeves, who was responsible for the shakiest camera award with the unforgettable Cloverfield, and swaps Sweden for a snowy New Mexico and shifts the time back to 1983, which is actually semi-genius because we get to listen to a bunch of classic rock songs by David Bowie, Blue Oyster Cult and Greg Khin.

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My Multiple Wives

Source Weekly

There is a case to be made for and against polygamy. THE CASE FOR: (1) Sex. Duh. And lots of it. Say you decided to have 24 wives instead of one: Now, I'm no “arithmetician,” but if I'm not mistaken, 24 wives = 24 times the sex. Unless your wives are like my ex, Mrs. Wm.™ Steven Humphrey #1 – then it's more like -17 times the sex.

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Not Your Grandmother's Supper Club: Local chef holds monthly dinners that travel the culinary spectrum

Sara Roth

When I heard that the Jackalope Grill, the well-respected fine-dining restaurant, was holding monthly “supper clubs,” I immediately thought of the evening-long affairs my grandmother attended – which, I hear, were much more about the gossip than the food itself.
The term “supper club” refers to a trend, popularized largely in the Midwest beginning in the 1930s and '40s and continuing through the 1970s. More than just restaurants, supper clubs served as destinations for patrons who would spend an entire evening socializing and dining on classic American fare, including steaks and chops. Recently, the term has taken on a more food-centric meaning, with chefs holding modern fixed-price, fixed-menu “supper clubs” in establishments across the U.S. and Europe.

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Jäger Shots for 21-Year-Olds Everywhere!

Source Weekly

The 21st birthday is the only occasion when even teetotalers hand their kids a 50-dollar bill and tell them to have the time of their lives. It's a day that most 21-year-olds have only a vague memory of, usually only because of a faint facial scar or a fake tooth they acquired during the celebration. It is the last rite of passage for adults in this country and definitely the most celebrated. Now you can drive, vote and drink in a bar. The freshly minted 21-year-old is fearless, with bright eyes and a shit-eating grin that screams: “I'm 21 and ready to take over the world!”

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Politics from Venus: Valient Thorr's beardy, sweaty, politically charged rock and roll spaceship takes flight

Mike Bookey

At a table in a coffeehouse somewhere in Madison, Wisc., sits a heavily bearded man who goes by the name Valient Himself. He's deeply engrossed in a fantasy novel by an author, George R.R. Martin, who he believes “blows Tolkien out of the water.” At some point during the half-hour telephone conversation, Valient Himself will talk about the fact that he and the rest of his band mates in Valient Thorr are not Earthlings, but rather hail from Venus. They're just forever marooned on our planet, he tells me.

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The Dawg Prevails: David Grisman Brings His 'Grass to Bend

Mike Bookey

Bend has, for the past decade and maybe even longer, had a collective fascination with bluegrass, leading to the emergence of several local twangy acts and a steady string of acoustic bands stopping off in town. But here's the thing – if it weren't for a guy named David Grisman, there's a good chance that the modern bluegrass movement (sometimes annoyingly referred to as “newgrass”) would have never taken hold with the younger generations of music fans.

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