in the U.S., fútbol is a sport that’s overshadowed by football. Mainstream sports networks rarely cover soccer unless it is around the time of World Cup — and it’s no stretch of the imagination to say that there are more than a handful of Americans who have no idea when the next World Cup will be (2014, in Brazil).
For the record, that World Cup is exclusively the domain of international men’s soccer teams — it’s probably even safer to say that a greater amount of Americans are unaware of when the next women’s World Cup is (2015, in Canada), or even that a women’s World Cup exists.
As the campaigns for the two Lane County commissioner positions come to a close, we’ve been hearing far more about the violations of Oregon’s Open Meetings Law by Commissioners Handy and Sorenson.
Deciding to endorse and strongly support Pete Sorenson (commissioner for South Eugene including Whiteaker and the Jefferson/Westside neighborhoods) is an easy task.
Although Moonalice is a fairly new band, having had its first concert in 2007, the group is composed of old pros who have been making music for a long time
Local folkers Wainwright Brothers encapsulate a truckin’ vagabond sound with perfection. And it makes you want to stomp your feet until the bottom falls out of Sam Bond’s.
A week ago I met a girl on the side of the road. She was a radical-anarchist type with black skinny jeans, a half-shaved head and a few well-manicured hairs growing off her chin.
The thriving mother-daughter-powered dance company doesn’t sacrifice skill for novelty. The core of every production is classical ballet and highly trained dancers.
After surviving a winter of being hailed on and harassed by the seemingly schizophrenic weather Gods of the Pacific Northwest, it’s finally about time to get outdoors. And what better way to celebrate the coming of sun (and very large full moons) than to go on an adventure of the wild kind.
Where I’m from there’s a dearth of firearms. Hell, I grew up watching bobbies hit the beat with a billy club and a goofy hat — no pistols at their hips.
I went to the mild as the wild because I wished to deliberately expose only the essential facts of life and see if I could not uncover some truth in it.
In a crowd of writhing bodies that slip, splash, squirm and somersault through nearly 4 miles of muck, it won’t take long before you find yourself face down in a mud puddle the size of a small pond.