This past weekend (Feb 27-Mar 1) Mt. Bachelor was crowded with numbered bibs as the mountain played host to the High Cascade Snowboard Camp Enter the Dragon series, the 46th annual MBSEF Sun Cup, the Phoenix Inn High School Reunion nordic race, and the SOS outreach, providing free gear and lessons to underprivileged kids in our area.
Busy Weekend for Bachelor
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What You Need
I have lived in Bend for 10 years. I'm 28 years old and a small part of the Bend acting scene. I don't ski or snowboard or ride bikes recreationally, but I still have a great time here year round. For nine of my years here I have been employed, but a month ago my job ceased to exist.
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Jobless and Foreclosed in Paradise
Homeowners in Deschutes County are defaulting on their mortgages at the rate of 10 a day, according to a report by OPB's Ethan Lindsey this morning.
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Paper or Plastic?
Controversies in bowling usually range from what light beer should
be consumed to the preferred width of the diamonds on the classic King
Louie retro shirt.
Well, two weeks ago, the Professional Bowlers
Association ignited a much-needed publicity brouhaha when the tour held
its first limited equipment tournament, the GEICO Plastic Ball
Championship at Wheat Ridge, Colorado. Unlike regular PBA events, in
which players usually cart a baker's dozen or more bowling balls, the
rules of this event required all players to use the same old school
purple (yes, purple!) plastic ball.
How outdated is the plastic
ball? All-time tour wins leader Walter Ray Williams Jr. was the last
bowler to win with a plastic ball, capturing the 1993 Homestead
Classic. The two top players on the tour this season, Wes Malott and
Norm Duke, skipped the event with Malott registering his disdain for
the concept saying, "Nobody's asking Tiger Woods to use a wood driver
or Roger Federer to use a wood racket."
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Our Winter Hawks: It can be a rough ride for rough-legs
Our winter visitors from the Arctic Circle, Rough-legged Hawks. The French name for our winter hawks is Buse pattue, the scientific
community recognizes them as Buteo lagopus, while birders know them as
Rough-legged Hawks. But, I call them Winter Hawks because that's the
only time of the year we see them. The rest of the year they're either
nesting up in the Far North, very close to and even on the Arctic
Circle, or they're moving back and forth on their long treks.
Rough-legged
Hawks are the heaviest of a tribe of soaring hawks known as Buteos
(which includes our common red-tailed hawk), a term that comes from the
old Latin Butzus which gave us the term, Buzzard. Rough-legged Hawks
weigh in at about three to five pounds (males smaller and lighter than
females), have a wing-span of over four feet and stay in the air almost
effortlessly by using atmospheric lift. They come by their name because
of the feathers that come all the way to their toes, a physical trait
that helps them keep their eggs warm in cold nights of the Far North.
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Spring Forward: Happy Days, Ski-O and Skin to Win
Spring Forward
King of the Cone surveying his KingdomHey, don't forget to get up at 2am this Sunday to turn
your clock forward one hour! Some people lament the loss of sleep time
but I usually throw a "Happiest Day of the Year" party which includes
looking for crocuses poking out of the ground, dusting off the bike or
kayak and planning summertime adventures. Oh, and filling out the PPP
registration form, of course, which is now available at www.mbsef.org.
Now that Spring Forward Day is in March, skis are still in the picture,
but if you're growing weary of the same old trails, these two upcoming
events are opportunities to try something new.
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Still Kickin’: Street Fighter gets it done after two decades
Blanka would kick both of these guys' asses.The drive-in is jumping tonight. A low-rider with purple flames bounces
next to a Hummer topped with a row of girls. In the shadows, hip-hop
boys pump their arms, and Vegas-scale neon signs emblazon "DINER" and
"BURGER" across the sky.
I enter the ring of headlights with the
authentic swagger of a worldwide legend. As Ryu, I've been starring in
the Street Fighter franchise for twenty years now. My arms, as massive
as gnarled tree trunks, burst out of the ripped shoulders of my
karategi. My feet are bare and bigger than my head.
My opponent,
however, is new to the game. Named Rufus, he is an obscenely fat
American topped with a bright yellow braid of hair. His belly roils
like water in a bag, and his breasts wiggle violently as he kung-fus
himself across the arena.
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Don’t Flush This: The Pope’s Toilet headlines the Latino Film Fiesta
Look God, no hands. Without reading anything about a film called The Pope's Toilet before
taking a look at it, I figured the title would be a metaphor, for what
I don't know. I had no idea what to expect. Of course, the title
conjures many ideas as to what it could be about. The title is not
metaphorical; the toilet is actually a toilet, it's literal.
The
Pope's Toilet takes place in Uruguay and leads up to Pope John Paul
II's May 8, 1988 visit to the country. This is just one of four films
being screened this weekend as part of the Latino Film Fiesta presented
by the Latino Community Association. The fiesta celebrates Latin
American culture and recognizes the artistic contributions of Latinos
in the form of narrative cinema.
Other films screening during
the festival include: Viva Cuba, a story in the vein of Romeo and
Juliet, Forbidden to Forbid, about an architecture student and a med
student and Madeinusa, a film focusing on a town that doesn't believe
in sin from Good Friday until Easter Sunday. The films span Latin
America, from Cuba to Uruguay to Peru, giving viewers various tastes of
Latin American culture.
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No Fairy Tale: Bashir shows us what nightmares are made of
The things they carried. An animated documentary with real life interviews in cartoon form,
Bashir dissects the Lebanese civil war that followed the assassination
of Lebanese President Bashir Gemayel. One might assume that taking an
animated approach to atrocities of war would risk trivializing the
tragedies, but for the most part Israeli writer/director Ari Folman
pulls it off.
The opening scene with wild dogs all fire-eyed
and snarling running through the streets in a dream sequence recounted
by Folman's pal is an effective set up. The dream jars the director's
vague recollection about his possible involvement in a
massacre/slaughter/battle/conflict, prompting him to regain his
repressed memory.
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The Vic: Best Location to Forget the Recession
It's 31 degrees. Grey clouds fill the morning sky.