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The pure waters of Beaughan Spring have poured through the taps of the small town of Weed, California, for more than 100 years. But according to Springfield-based Roseburg Forest Products (RFP), the lumber company owns Weed’s water and has the right to sell it to Crystal Geyser to bottle it and sell it to places like Japan, far from the town on the slopes of Mount Shasta.

The small in statue but large in stature bronzed man who sits on the log outside the Eugene Public Library was a generous man. He and pioneer partner, Charnelton Mulligan, each donated 40 acres of land to be used to build our county seat.  

• Local homeless advocate Arwen Maas-DeSpain sent us this photo taken at 11:30 pm Dec. 23 in downtown Eugene. She observes, that it was “33 degrees, Egan not open and in downtown Eugene there is an army of unused heat lamps under the shelters where people are not allowed to sleep.”

Clean energy. Wireless charging. A world connected by invisible communication technology. For many, these technologies are today’s reality and tomorrow’s hope — but they were first realistically envisioned more than a century ago by a Serbian-American immigrant whose name most of us know only because a new car is named after him. 

“No big bands ever play Eugene.” 

I frequently hear variations on this sentiment repeated by local music fans — and it drives me nuts. 


 Bob Keefer’s excellent review (Celebrating Two Lives in Paint,” 12/14) brands Margaret Coe’s and Mark Clarke’s art practice with the DNA found in the regional art of the Northwest.

I am a 22-year-old Italian man, 100 percent straight, sensitive and sporty. I have been reading Savage Love for years in Internazionale. I have one question for you: Why do I always fall in love with lesbians? Why do I instantly fall in love with girls who have that something more in their eyes? Something melancholy and perhaps insecure? Girls whom I’d rather protect and embrace than take to bed? The last three girls who fit this description all turned out to be lesbians.

In what has already proven something of a banner year for movies, writer/director Guillermo del Toro plunges in just under the wire with what is easily his finest film to date, and one of the best of the year. The Shape of Water is a flawlessly executed fairy tale in the classic sense, meaning it ain’t for little kids. The movie is unflinchingly erotic and unsparingly violent, sprung from a mature and tragic sensibility that is well harmonized between poles of secular grotesquery and fabulist pomp, all of it coming together under a singular vision that, in this instance, deserves to be called epic.

Growing up Jewish in cold, snowy Minnesota meant I knew my community well. But it also meant that I had to navigate the winter holidays — surrounded by my extended interfaith family — by explaining to outsiders that, “No, I don’t celebrate Christmas, but I have family that does.” 

I have no Christmas spirit. Maybe it’s Hallmark and Lifetime’s fault for turning one of the most important religious holidays of the year into a cliché. Taking a stab at corporatization and greed is almost too easy, but I’m not above picking low-hanging fruit. 

Everyone thinks her family is uniquely strange, and I’m no different in that regard. When it comes to Christmas, my family has a number of odd traditions — one is the traditional “argument over where to get the tree this year,” in which my mom insists that we go to a you-cut tree farm and get a “tree that actually looks good for once,” while my dad insists that we chop down a tree from our backyard. 

Ten consecutive freezing nights in Eugene earlier this month have stretched homelessness resources to a breaking point, with exhausted volunteers staying at Egan Warming Center locations night after night.

Every year, EW writers ask the community, “What groups should people donate to?” And we focus our annual Give Guide on local nonprofits that need your support, be it through a tax-deductible monetary donation or through volunteering your time. 

Every year we bemoan the fact that we don’t have enough pages to include every single deserving group. You know you live in a caring community when you have an abundance of groups helping their fellow humans, animals and world around us. 

And so now, as we’ve done for at least a decade, we ask you to read, donate and write us letters to tell us who you think your community should give to. Send your thoughts to letters@eugeneweekly.com for your community members to read.

The Hwy 46 Project, a proposed thinning plan in the Breitenbush Watershed in the Willamette National Forest, is facing pushback from locals and forest activists in the state.

Longtime forest activist Michael Donnelly moved to the Breitenbush area in 1986 and has been active in a number of projects there ever since. He was a plaintiff in a 1986 lawsuit that was the first to stop ancient forest logging, and he helped shape the Northwest Forest Plan.

Lotte Streisinger was a fierce advocate, a force for the arts, for the crafts and for this community for more than half a century. She died peacefully at home surrounded by her family on Dec. 6 at age 90. A memorial service will be held 5:30 pm Jan. 6 at Temple Beth Israel.

Serra, a cannabis dispensary in Eugene, will permanently close its doors here on Thurs., Dec. 21. The dispensary, which markets itself as selling “quality drugs,” notified its Eugene staff of the decision on Dec. 14. 

With Storm Kennedy as guest emcee, the City Club of Eugene’s “Gifts to the City” program Dec. 15 was great fun.

Born in Palmer, Alaska, Aaron Orton moved with his parents to Lane County, Oregon, when he was eight. “My dad met my mother here in the ’70s,” he says, “in Gowdyville, beyond Lorane. We came back and lived on Spencer Creek Road.” Orton went to high school in Crow through junior year, then finished at Churchill High in Eugene. “I joined the Marines Infantry two weeks after graduation,” he says. “I was in Iraq from July 2004 to February 2005.

Is it just me? Or are others asking the same existential questions? RYFKM? Tax breaks for the rich? Tax increases for Oregon’s workers, educators, firefighters, cops? Who benefits? Uncle Phil? What programs get cut with a trillion dollars less in taxes? Let me guess.

Years before this little band called Nirvana suddenly put Seattle on the glittery transcontinental map of rock music, a cornball clutch of great local outfits were plying their own inbred brand of Northwest cool, playing for peanuts in small joints to an incestuous tribe of passionate geeks and plaid-clad oafs.

I’m hanging out with Eugene band VCR and two oversized black house cats at their rehearsal space in the Whiteaker. Drummer Tyler Howard is treating me to the fake TED Talk/quasi-standup comedy shtick he calls VAPEtalks, which he occasionally performs at venues around town.


There seems to be a perception among local politicians that the homeless and their advocates don’t appreciate the tiny pitiful efforts of local governments to provide emergency homeless shelter.

That’s not true. We do appreciate their tiny pitiful efforts; we just know that they’re tiny and pitiful.

The Eugene City Council and the Lane County Board of Commissioners favor what they call “pilot projects” — car camps, rest stops, etc. — kept as small as possible and never significantly expanded, even though they work.

When I met Adam Grosowsky to discuss his art, I wasn’t expecting a philosophical discussion. But Grosowsky, 58, was in a reflective mood, as interested in talking about life as about his paintings, which are on exhibit until Saturday, Dec. 23 at the Karin Clarke Gallery. He began by citing the Marcus Aurelius quote in which time is equated with rushing water and events are swept away and replaced.

I have been with my unicorn boyfriend for four months. The sexual chemistry between us is out of this world! I’m a woman who’s very open-minded when it comes to trying new things: I’ve had threesomes and foursomes, tried every toy on the market, done anal sex, BDSM, and many other things. He is sexually experienced, but he’s not open-minded. One thing he won’t do is kiss me after I’ve swallowed his load. We’ve been together only four months, so maybe I just need to wait and hope that he’ll come around.