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Molly Templeton is the arts and music editor for Eugene Weekly.

Have you got a few ideas about how this country ought to be run? Maybe a notion as to what "American values" really means, or how the government can work toward American prosperity?

The Republicans would like to hear from you. Just as soon as they can get their website sorted out. At the moment, it tells me that many Americans are speaking out. Can I wait a moment, then try again?

You bet I can. Because America is speaking out, and it has a sense of humor.

Let's have the Washington Post's Dana Milbank explain what America Speaking Out, the Repubbers' new website, is all about:

Republicans want to take over the House in the fall, but there's a problem: They don't have an agenda.

So on Tuesday, they set out to resolve that shortcoming. They announced that they would solicit suggestions on the Internet, then have members of the public give the ideas a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down. Call it the "Dancing With the Stars" model of public policy.

Later in Millbank's piece — which you really should read; his carefully sustained tone is a thing of sly beauty — Rep. Peter Roskam (Ill.) explains that his party's shiny new site "has cutting-edge technology" and "a winsome design that is easy for people to interact with." And sure, some of those folks interacting with the site are very sincere in their suggestions. Make Congress have the same health care as the rest of us. Don't let politicians vote to give themselves raises. Stop bickering. "I have two words for you: Palin/Beck 2012."

I'm still not sure whether to take that one seriously. But what do the less predictable posters want from this great country?

"Pomegranates are a trend whose time has past," says a poster whose suggestion is currently getting more thumbs-up than thumbs-down votes.

"TAX EXCLAMATION MARKS!!! AND CAPITAL LETTERS!!! AND SENTENCE FRAGMENTS!!!" suggests a person with a creative idea about how to deal with budget issues. Some posters get down to truly pressing questions ("Jelly or jam? I like jelly cause of no seeds") and important details ("Make it illegal for your friend to send you a Facebook message about that brown cow, holy clap, I've seen that thing like fifty times, no exaggeration, no one cares about your farm, Jennifer").

America Speaking Out is currently crashing again, meaning I can't pull more choice quotes for you — but the thing is, fellow Americans, I trust you can find some beauts yourself. Do tell us what you turn up. But let me leave you with one last pearl of wisdom:

"Dolphins are not good role models because they live in groups, just like communists."

At the Oregon and Washington Society of Professional Journalists' annual awards banquet on Saturday, EW picked up a handful of nifty certificates. While SPJ has the year's award recipients listed on a nifty PDF, we thought it might be helpful — or at least potentially interesting to one or two people — to give a quick rundown with handy-dandy links.

Second place, special section
The State of Suds

Third place, special section
Oregon Bach Festival 2009

Second place, criticism
"A Red Hot Mess: 'China Design Now' at the Portland Art Museum mostly fails to charm" by Suzi Steffen

Third place, criticism
"Defining Her Future: Carey Mulligan shines in an unsentimental film" by Molly Templeton

Second place, education reporting
"Retaliation? Did the UO fire a professor for alleging racism?" by Camilla Mortensen

Yeah, yeah, we didn't get any firsties. We'll try harder. And maybe shake our puny fists in admiration at Willamette Week's impressive restaurant guide in the meantime.

A rash of cancellations came in after deadline this week. Here's a quick rundown of what's NOT happening:

Shooter Jennings is NOT playing the WOW Hall tonight.

Bitch is NOT playing the OUT/LOUD Queer Music Festival on Friday, May 21, at the WOW Hall, though the festival will otherwise go on as planned.

UPDATE: The OUT/LOUD planning committee just issued a statement explaining that Bitch was "disinvited" from playing at the event due to "her transphobic remarks and ongoing conflict with the trans community." The statement outlines the remarks in question and apologizes to "those who were excluded or hurt by our decision to invite Bitch to play at OUT/LOUD this year."

• The Random Acts of Funnness event at Petersen Barn Community Center will NOT take place on Friday, May 21.

In other, somewhat tangentially related concert news, the band Isis is calling it quits; their current tour, which includes a WOW Hall show on May 29, is their last. The full text of the announcement is on the band's blog.

I need something happy to end this post. Or at least something cheerfully random. So here: An Oregon kid wrote a song inspired by Laurie Halse Anderson's young adult novel Chains. Then he made a video for it. Would you like your dose of earnest charm for the day? Then watch this.

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Just yesterday, I mentioned Eugene filmmaker Henry Weintraub while joking about the various occasions on which zombies have roamed Eugene. Today, in a nice bit of timing, a press release arrrived announcing the premiere of Weintraub's newest feature film, the promisingly titled The Darkest Corner of Paradise.

Paradise is a change of pace for Weintraub, whose previous films include the not-quite-a-zombie-movie Melvin and the revenge short Depraved. Now, as the release says, he's "finally trying his hand at drama." The film, which was shot in Eugene and Portland, stars Patrick O'Driscoll, Richard Leebrick, John Schmor and Kato Buss; Sawyer Family bassist Zac Sawyer provides the score.

So what's it about, you ask?

When college graduate Peter Landsman moves to the city to pursue a career in professional accounting, he finds himself in a situation far less predictable. With the disappearance of a mysterious woman, Landsman is lured into an underworld of black market traders and killers.

The Darkest Corner of Paradise premieres Friday, June 19, at the Bijou. For more info, see 531 Productions.

The first words on the page in the new Vertigo comic I, Zombie are "Eugene, Oregon." The setting is awfully familiar: Hello, Pioneer Cemetery! (To the best of my knowledge, until now, the only zombies roaming the cemetery have been those taking part in one of the zombie walks — or perhaps starring in a Henry Weintraub movie.)

I, Zombie takes its time getting to the messier part of its zombie heroine's existence. Writer Chris Roberson and illustrator (and Oregonian) Mike Allred spend most of the issue setting the scene: Gwen, who's slightly on the sarcastic and cranky side, works in an ecologically friendly graveyard and pals around with a ’60s ghost and a were-terrier. Elsewhere in town, a hot paintball ref has more than the game on her mind when she stops to chat up a lost fella in the woods, and a pair of detectives aren't just keeping their eyes out for misbehaving punk kids downtown.

Gwen looks a little off. Her skin tone doesn't match anyone else's, as is most apparent under the brighter lights of Dixie's Firehouse (another local landmark, renamed). The book's Oregonian palette is appropriately muted and, yes, of course it rains. It's the first issue. Precedent must be set. Allred's art is clean and readable, almost a little spare, but like the issue as a whole, it builds satisfyingly; Gwen's reveal (which isn't much of a reveal, given the name of the book), with rain pouring down into an open grave and an unpleasant meal in our heroine's hands, is set against a page that illustrates the divide in her life: Girl, zombie; self, other self; what she does and what it means.

I, Zombie is a speedy, easygoing intro to a new series; it's light on plot and feels like it's trying to be a little more quippily clever than it is. But the last few pages, as Roberson gets to the real crux of Gwen's complicated existence, have quite a bit of promise. Gwen has to eat one brain each month to keep from going "all mindless and shambling," as she explains — lack of brains is bad for a zombie lass's complexion — but there's a catch.

There's always a catch.

I, Zombie #1 came out May 5. It's a buck at your friendly local comics-purveying establishment.

This well-ordered and wisely chosen selection of shorts from Portland's Northwest Film and Video Festival is a promising overview of Northwest short film. Most of the selections are smart, spry and inventive — and a surprising number are animated, all in different styles and with wildly varying subject matter. "The Mouse That Soared," which opens the program, is a playful, vividly colored short that aspires to be one of the brief, wordless pieces that preface Pixar films. The animation is a little high-gloss, but the characters are charming. "Nature On Its Course" is exactly the opposite — a rough-hewn, interestingly textured short about a man, a mountain, a gun and an avalanche.

The dense, shifting imagery of "Endless Tunnel" and the succinct, amusingly dark "Stick" supply even more animated appeal. And then there's "Missed Aches," Joanna Priestly's animated vision of Taylor Mali's "The the impotence of proofreading," a poem about spellcheck, word choice and double entendres, which doubles its humor quotient about every 12 seconds. (The red pen is your friend, indeed.)

Among the live-action shorts, "Damian and Ende" is an appealingly atmospheric, gently mournful piece about the divulgent paths of two close friends. The two-minute "Eros" builds a lushly threatening mood via the careful preparation of an intensely decadent meal. As Rod McKuen narrates his poem "Eros," Sean Nelson (of Harvey Danger, and easily identifiable by his hair) slices, fries and grates a tableful of indulgence, then dips into the medicine cabinet before going out.

“Nous Deux Encore,” a 16-minute piece by Portland’s Heather Harlow, is an effectively pitched love story that tells its end first; using photos and voiceover, Harlow traces a romance that ended too soon. The short, though, feels as if it’s about to end several times before its actual ending, which makes it feel drawn-out.

“Don’t Worry, It’s a New Century” starts slowly, but builds up its idea of “idea recycling” through dryly delivered voiceover that comes from a fuzzy TV screen traveling Portland’s streets by car. Creating new ideas, the voice says, is bad for the environment. So why not just reuse others’ ideas, like, say, recreating a famous car chase with your bearded pals? Watching low-key dudes in nondescript modern cars intercut with scenes from Bullitt is funnier than you might expect.

The Best of the Northwest Film and Video Festival shows at 10:30 am Saturday, May 8, at DIVA. Festival director Bill Foster, filmmaker Jay Rosenblatt and Cinema Pacific director Richard Herskowitz will discuss festival programming following the screening. See cinemapacific.uoregon.edu for more.

Pickathon is not your average summer festival.

I'd heard that, before I went last year, but you have to experience it for the difference to really be clear. It's not small — it sprawls over 80 acres of Pendarvis Farm, outside Portland — but it feels small, intimate and unexpectedly comfortable. It's not crowded. It's laid-back, but not super-hippie. You don't go to get all jacked up on cheap beer and fast food; you go to nibble ice cream and maybe find a shady corner of the beer garden to enjoy a microbrew.

(My posts about a Saturday spent at last year's Pickathon are here and here.)

Today, Pickathon announced the last additions to their 2010 lineup, which has Dr. Dog, The Fruit Bats, Punch Brothers, Blind Boy, Cardboard Songsters and Little Wings joining a list that already ranged from Bonnie "Prince" Billy to Portland's Richmond Fontaine and Weinland to Langhorn Slim, The Cave Singers and Black Prairie.

If you see a lot of familiar names on the full lineup, it's because there's a particular overlap between Pickathon's once-roots-oriented, now more broad musical selections and the bands that find a good reception in Eugene. Black Prairie's Chris Funk, who's playing his first Pickathon this year, says via email, "It seems to be a great combination of folk and indie rock, which is basically my playlist. Just enough bluegrass and Americana mixed with indie stars."

Funk says he's looking forward to seeing Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Heartless Bastards, Sallie Ford and others but, he says, "I usually just go to these festivals and wander, just try to see bands I've never heard of."

At Pickathon, that wander can take you to a stage in the middle of the woods and back out again, to where two main stages sit at the base of a gentle slope. Two indoor, barn-like stages round out the places at which bands usually play multiple sets over the course of the weekend. When asked what he's heard about Pickathon that makes is particularly appealing, Funk says, "It's a camping festival on a really great piece of property that is very, very close to Portland. I think if you run out of 'supplies' there is a New Seasons about 2 miles away, but it's got a great view of Mount Hood on this great horse farm nestled into a forest."

"Nestled" is the word that really sets Pickathon apart. You don't feel defensive, like you've got to guard your personal space or keep an eye on your blanket. It might get trodden upon by dirty kids' feet, but half an hour later, you'll be glad those same kids have super-soakers and are pointing them in your direction. You just nestle in for the weekend and forget that Portland is just a few miles away.

Pickathon takes place Aug. 6-8 at Pendarvis Farm outside Portland. Discount tickets are currently $115 (camping included; parking is extra), but will rise to $130 when the discounted ones are sold out.

I want a dragon.

That was about all I was capable of saying as How to Train Your Dragon's end credits rolled. My equally enchanted friend and I watched drawings of different dragon species scroll past, debating which of Toothless-the-dragon’s traits were most charming. Was it the catlike head tilt? The attempted smile, in imitation of Hiccup (Jay Baruchel), the skinny, hapless young Viking who captures then frees Toothless? The love of raw, dripping fish? The reluctant affection? The heartbreaking loyalty? The silent expressiveness?

If you’re rolling your eyes, scurry along, please; no need for that. How to Train Your Dragon, an animated wonder of a film, does have often-familiar, heartwarming themes about individuality, acceptance, teamwork and prosthetics. It also has wicked awesome dragons (two heads! tiny little wings! unexpected full-body fire!), bumbling Vikings and a delightfully smart main female character, Astrid (America Ferrera), who quickly figures out that Hiccup is hiding something. A scrawny Viking whose attempts to help his village usually wreak more havoc than happiness, Hiccup is an unlikely candidate for Bestest Dragon Fighter Ever. But in dragon training — where Hiccup, Astrid, a pair of scrap-happy twins (Kristin Wiig and T.J. Miller), a D&D nerd (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) and a would-be Casanova (Jonah Hill) are instructed by the enthusiastic Gobber (Craig Ferguson) — Hiccup becomes the star. It’s his mysterious talent for charming the beasts that does it.

And where has Hiccup learned these dragon-taming skills? Why, while bonding with Toothless, of course. Dragon has a passel of exaggerated Viking characters and an equal number of entertainingly varied dragons, but at heart, it’s a boy-and-his-horse (or dog, or whatever) story. It’s just that the horse is a mischievous, clever dragon with an injured tail. The injury is Hiccup’s fault; the fix is Hiccup’s invention. Under everything — the endearing bonding montage; the inventive training sequences; the things that bring Hiccup and his father (Gerard Butler) together and push them apart — runs a thread of personal responsibility.

You can, if you like, just watch Dragon and coo over the beautiful parts (dragons and clouds make an incredible combination) and get a little misty at the heartbreaking moments. But if you take it apart to see how it works, the film — directed by Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois, whom we also have to thank for the similarly wonderful Lilo and Stitch — just gets even better. Parallel moments pretty up the structure; characters’ seemingly silly obsessions work out to be quite useful; even the hotshot kid needs a rescue when it comes time for the big battle. Hiccup’s mistakes aren’t without consequence, but they’re not overwrought, either. Nothing is out of proportion — well, with one very sizable exception.

How to Train Your Dragon, which snuck back up to the top of the box office chart this week, is one of the best movies of the year thus far — not one of the best children’s movies, or the best animated movies, or whatever other qualifier you might think you ought to use. It’s simply outstanding. And it will make you want a dragon.

Where were we? Or rather, when were we? Last month. Let's just cut to the chase.

Between the “Creating a Music Town” panel in the morning and the Jared Mees show, I mostly missed stuff on SXSW's last full day. I went to the IFC Crossroads House and wrote and just missed Frightened Rabbit. I had lunch with a friend — the first real food sit-down meal I’d had in days — and missed the last showing of the award-winning Tiny Furniture. I went to see Fang Island at the wrong time. And then I made my way to the Portland showcase put on by Riot Act, where the weather, dim and damp and colder by the second, made everything feel maybe just a little too much like home.

Jared Mees and the Grown Children @ Liberty Bar
Jared Mees was singing about “Strong Black Coffee” to a small but dedicated gaggle of folks in the Liberty Bar’s damp backyard. I assume most of them, like me, were kind of wishing the drinks in our hands would transform into cups of coffee.

Jokes were cracked about fingers slowly thawing out. The rain stopped for a little while. I admired the coats on those more prepared for the weather and wondered if anyone could focus on anything but keeping warm. The Grown Children were totally charming and not at all restrained by the weather.

Titus Andronicus @ Scoot Inn
Did I mention it was fucking cold? I think I did. I also mentioned this show a lot in this post, which was about Titus Andronicus’ show a week later at a house in Whiteaker — a show which was a lot louder and a lot warmer. But in Austin, in the cold, in parkas and kneesocks and suffering a truly biting wind, TA were fantastic, ferocious and unexpectedly endearing. And the Fortress of Solitude reference in “No Future Part Three: Escape From No Future” just seemed all the more appropriate.

Gwar @ Mess With Texas
Walking back to the main drag, cup of tea in my hands doing the job of a good pair of gloves, I heard this … noise coming from behind the Mess With Texas fence, on which people were precariously perched. On tiptoes, I peered over the fence — and saw Gwar. They don’t even have to do anything. They just stand there, and their costumes say everything. People were watching from the rooftops across the street; one lucky bastard was perched in a tree. I stayed long enough to watch the band spray the adoring crowd with fake blood. It was loud, ridiculous and incredible. And best watched from a safe distance.

Rival Schools @ Red 7 Patio
To my total surprise, this was one of the highlights of SXSW — a show by a band that broke up after one early-oughts record (clearly, they’ve since reformed). I’ve listened to Rival Schools’ 2001 album United by Fate enough to know that there’s one song on it I always think of as “that one really good Rival Schools song.”

Or so I thought. (Keep reading...)

Just look at that burger. Just look at it. Do you want to eat it yet? It’s vegetarian. But don’t let that stop you.

“I started dreaming of opening a vegan fast food burger joint when I went vegan 14 years ago,” says Cara Eddo, whose Eddo Burger food cart debuts Saturday. Eddo’s name might sound familiar; she was Eugene’s Sexiest Bartender in 2008, when she was at The Vintage, making homemade maraschino cherries or limoncello. “I’ve just always made stuff,” says Eddo. “Whatever I’m doing, I always try to sneak food into the process.”

Eddo says that when she went vegan, she realized there weren’t any “quick, really damn good” options for the meat-free. She recognizes that there are many more veggie options these days, but hopes the Eddo Burger — the evolution of which involved “about a million recipes and a hundred dinner parties” — will stand out.

Nearly everything at Eddo Burger is made from scratch using local, organic and mostly gluten-free ingredients. The burger is the centerpiece, but the menu also offers tofu nuggets, sweet potato fries, the “Western Fakin’ Cheeseburger,” breakfast sandwiches, hash browns and curly churros.

Eddo says she’s excited to be part of the Northwest’s growing food cart scene, but her ambitions don’t stop in Eugene. “The ultimate goal is to bring my menu to the entire country, in the form of a veggie fast-food chain, complete with drive-thru/bike thru. I’m serious,” she says. For now, though, the first Eddo Burger opens at noon Saturday, April 17, in the Tiny Tavern parking lot (394 Blair Blvd.). The cart will be open until late evening, and Tiny's is right there for rock and beer, too. EDIT: The Underlings and The Latrines play at 4 pm (’til 6) as part of the opening festivities.

Please go eat a burger for me, as I'm out of town. OK? Thanks.

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