Oregon Wild will previw the new documentary film A Fierce Green Fire: the Battle for a Living Planet at 6:30 pm Wednesday, Sept. 5, at the Knight Law Center, Room 110 at UO.
So the Old Spice man — the man your man could smell like — ad had me with "I'm on a horse." Now Portland's Widen+Kennedy apparently has another advertising hit on its hands with Old Spice Music. I mean who doesn't want to see a muscle-bound Terry Crews playing instruments with his muscles and randomly (I think) yelling out words like "Sausages"?
It's gotten over one million hits. Go Old Spice. If only we could get a hot action star to stop climate change and melting sea ice with his muscles …
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Oh, and in case the rock you are living under doesn't have internet or TV (my trailer doesn't have TV or internet, so trust me, I get it), here's the original video.
And the press release of the day award goes to the lovely, earnest folk who sent an email to a cc list of about 80 news sources across the state about a woman who is going to run 100k in order to call attention to the slaughter of dolphins.
Jennifer Wolfsong, a 42-year-old Beaverton, Ore., mom saw the documentary The Cove on Netflix and she will now run from Prescott Beach County Park in Rainier , along Oregon’s Highway 30, "finishing at Fort Stevens State Park in Hammond near the wreck of the Peter Iredale ship" on Sept. 1, the day the yearly dolphin slaughter begins in Japan.
It's really the photo that makes the press release though. The email with the release says the photo is of Wolfsong registering for the McDonald Forest Park 50k held in Corvallis May 12.
She's sort of levitating.
The full press release is below. It's a good cause, so let's hope she gets a story … and a better picture of her levitating skills.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Jennifer Wolfsong to Run 100K For The Cove
Beaverton woman to raise awareness of Japanese dolphin slaughter Sept. 1
BEAVERTON, Ore. — Jennifer Wolfsong, a 42-year-old Beaverton, Oregon mom, will run 100 kilometers on Saturday, Sept. 1 in an effort to raise awareness of the yearly dolphin slaughter in Taiji, Japan, which begins on the same day.
Wolfsong, a native of Ann Arbor, Michigan, is a longtime animal lover and distance runner who decided to combine two of her passions to show support for a cause she cares deeply about.
“I wanted to do more than just donate money or write a letter,” she said. “I wanted to do something that would really catch people’s attention. I have run some long-distance races before, but nothing this long but it felt like a natural way for me to be able to do something meaningful.”
Wolfsong will begin her run at Prescott Beach County Park in Rainier and take her along Oregon’s Highway 30, finishing at Fort Stevens State Park in Hammond near the wreck of the Peter Iredale ship.
Wolfsong first became aware of the yearly practice of trapping and butchering of dolphins when coming upon the Academy Award-winning documentary “The Cove” on Netflix. The movie details activist Ric O’Barry’s efforts to end the slaughter.
“I always knew that putting dolphins in captivity was a cruel practice, but I had no idea that this industry is financially responsible for the cruel slaughter as well” Wolfsong said. “The movie disturbed me so much, I didn’t sleep well for weeks (and still have trouble sleeping sometimes); I knew I had to do something, something drastic.”
Wolfsong began preparing in October, though she was set back for a couple months from an injury. She used both training runs and some distance races to get ready. She’s run more than 600 miles since her training began.
“To me, the most important thing is to make people aware of what is happening,” she said. “I believe that when people see what is happening, realize how these intelligent animals are taken from their home and put on display, kept hungry so that they will perform on command, they’ll be as upset and moved as I am and will find their own way to make a difference.”
I love this. These three need to review EVERYTHING.
Here Kitty Kitty Kitty!
& DON'T MISS NICKY DA B & RUSTY LAZER TOMORROW NIGHT AT COWFISH!
Sometimes around the EW office we like to play "predict tomorrow's R-G front page," and sports news is often a sure bet. The not-so- Daily Emerald (online all the time, print, not so much) is already tweeting and posting that Ducks Football has NEW UNIFORMS (or basically an update of the Rosebowl outfits according to Nikeinc.com) and we figure the R-G will be close behind with full frontal Duck coverage.
GoDucks.com indicates the uniforms will of course make Duck football players into knights in shining armor with "Chain Maille Mesh" and even better, there will be "strategically placed seams, pads and cooling zones that help minimize distraction and optimize protective coverage."
So what exactly are the seams distracting us from? And exactly how will the uniforms "redefine reality"?
Photo from www.nikeinc.com
The Daily Emerald is pretty excited about football, it looks like every other post on the site is ball related.
Hey if football is what it takes to get people to read the news, we're all for saving print media and the Emerald has unleashed some good journalists out into the world. Someone's gotta cover the green issues in this town though (and print Dan Savage), and that's EW. Speaking of green, call us hippies (and we know you do) but we were kind of sad the UO wasn't on the Sierra Club's top 10 green schools list, but hey lucky number 13 is not bad.
As long as we're on Ducks and the Emerald, it looks like the new Emerald logo is not up on the website yet. We're seeing it around town on new black boxes sitting next to our red boxes.
Is it us, or does it remind you of Atari?
Crossed with the Willamette Week logo …
A commentary by Edward Hershey in the Blue Oregon blog this week notes that The Oregonian will not be endorsing a presidential candidate this election for the first time, maybe ever. Why?
Hershey writes: “This is about pragmatism, not philosophy. What is most likely at play here is that the two men now driving editorial policy at the O — publisher Chris Anderson and editorial page editor Erik Lukens — understand it would be bad business to endorse Romney. But both would just about die rather die than endorse Obama.”
Some says print news is dead, but when it comes to industry business and gossip it's only getting hotter: Is the Oregonian going to go to mostly online and publishing only three days a week as Willamette Week speculated recently? Is the Register-Guard going to replace any of the reporters that have left for other jobs? (No positions are currently listed on the website). Is Willamette Week starting a chain?
The Association of Alternative Newsmedia is reporting that in addition to owning Portland's Willamette Week and the Sante Fe Reporter of New Mexico, The City of Roses Newspaper Company is buying North Carolina's Independent Weekly. City of Roses Newspaper Company is owned by Richard Meeker and Mark Zusman of Portland.
Willamette Week hasn't made any recent offers on Eugene Weekly.
"Don't Roof Rack Me, Bro" (Seamus Unleashed) takes the whole Mitt Romney strapping his dog to the roof of his car to a whole new 80s pop cultural level of awesome.
According to Rolling Stone:
Devo's Jerry Casale wants it to be known that their newest song, "Don't Roof Rack Me, Bro," isn't meant as a partisan statement – even though it viciously mocks Mitt Romney for strapping his Irish Setter, Seamus, to the roof of his car for a 1983 family vacation.
"This isn't a red-state thing or Devo stumping for Obama," he says. "But I think any animal lover that hears the story will learn so much about the character flaw of Romney. It's just a deal-breaker about the man. My God, the world is a scary place with seven billion people. What you want in a leader is a guy with some humanity at his core. I just don't feel that Mitt does."
A new release from local hip-hop merrymaker Marv Ellis has been in the works for the better part of two years, and it’s finally made a splashy drop onto the scene. Oh yeah, it’s also fuckin’ dope. Let’s just note, right quick, that the native Ellis is already well known for his lyricism — be it socially conscious, comical or literary — but his new LP, Shadows Mean Light, makes it abundantly clear that he’s decided to definitively flex those versatile, multi-syllabic, lyrical muscles. Admirable, too, is Ellis’ blatant sense of community — a phenomenon that, in my opinion, is occasionally taken for granted in Eugene. The album is littered with samples and locally-based collaborations, among them Portland-based Shook Twins, appearances by Metric and Aniana Hough (of Philly Phunkestra), and the track “Love is Medicine” contains a rather comically placed Eagle Park Slim shout out designed to make any Eugenean smile.
Shadows Mean Light picks deeper than the scab of hype and shit-talk; many of the tracks take on a pensive, lugubrious tone akin to St. Paul Slim, Murs or Atmosphere, and these songs attempt to goad listeners away from hate toward a higher understanding of peace. As generic as that sounds, Ellis has made the anti-hate concept into an idiosyncratic dispatch that would be utterly confusing to duplicate. Interior monologues of self-denial, admittance of chameleonic evolution and the like are found hidden within a bounty of organic verses. The title track’s message is enigmatic at first, before becoming quickly recognizable as a reverie of hope. After all: even the darkest shadows find their genesis in bright light, and this is a fact often forgotten in the gray of the Northwest. It’s the rain and the clouds and the evergreens that Marv Ellis relates to, and Shadows Mean Light is inherently Northwestern by way of this fact.
The album’s production has an air of dissonance and grime that manages only to teeter at the surface, above the otherwise crisp, clean selection of beats, drops and refrains. This furthers the Northwestern feel, reminiscent of our schizophrenic climate. Dark and dirty in the winter, light and clean in the summer.
Marv Ellis has dropped what is perhaps his best collection of tracks yet; it's got the soul, the solemnity, the sensitivity and, through it all, the swag that we've all grown to expect. Shadows Mean Light forces the listener to stop expecting and start respecting, and that's all there is to it.