With school out for the summer, kids across the city have more than just a little free time on their hands and parents are facing the dilemma about how to prevent idle hands from becoming the devil’s workshop.
The patient is prepped for surgery, lying horizontal on the operating table, staring up into a vastness of bright light.
Grand Funk Railroad may have drawn a huge crowd to last year’s Kitsap County Fair & Stampede, but Fair and Special Events Manager Frank Abbott predicts this year’s entertainment lineup will cause even more of a buzz.
Three Dog Night will take center stage at this year’s Kitsap County Fair & Stampede in August. Canadian country band Emerson Drive also will take to the stage. Both acts are sponsored by GEICO.
The patient is prepped for surgery, laying horizontal on the operating table, staring up into a pinpointed vastness of bright light.
Sometimes, a little good grows after cancer.
Like the curly hair Port Orchard resident Theresa Lyons now sports after losing her “long, stick straight hair” to the harsh chemotherapy and radiation treatments she endured over the past year to rid her body of breast cancer.
ARTS & CRAFTS MUSICIANS ARE INVITED: To share their talents by participating in the Bainbridge Island 2008 Summer Studio Tour…
Americans demand cheap and abundant food to nourish our bodies and feed our need for decadence. Nary between forkfuls do we pause to ponder where our food came from, who took the time to create it or the economic, health or political impact of what we pile on our plates.
That’s where “King Corn” comes in.
This documentary, which will show at 7 p.m. July 1 at the Norm Dicks Government Center Auditorium in Bremerton, chronicles the experiences of two college buddies who turn into Iowa farm boys to answer those questions. The Kitsap Community and Agricultural Alliance is sponsoring the showing.
It almost doesn’t seem like they’d ever broken up.
Ruxton Towers, back on stage together at Winterland last Friday night after months-long hiatus, cranking out the old, spacey, uncomfortably indie rock with a newfound higher octane energy and attitude. More riffs, more chops, more determined vocals, same old Ruxton Towers.
It all sounded a bit stubborn. But it seems that’s somewhat characteristic of the Towers themselves.
Bremerton band rises and falls, then rises again.
A case of wanderlust, a sense of adventure and a full tank of gas will drive new column beyond the confines of Kitsap County.
It’s not all that uncommon. A person suffers a head injury, perhaps during a car collision, and is taken to the hospital for a CAT scan and MRI, and is eventually put in a neck brace.
Their body heals and their life gets back to normal, but often “normal” becomes out of reach. That’s because of a missing step, says neurologist and nuerofeedback practitioner Thomas Budzynski. There’s one thing the hospital trip and subsequent rest didn’t address: the possibility of organic injuries in the brain.
It’s amazing what can happen when readers rally around a book.
Americans demand cheap and abundant food to nourish our bodies and feed our need for decadence. Nary between forkfuls do we pause to ponder where our food came from, who took the time to create it or the economic, health or political impact of what we pile on our plates.
It almost doesn’t seem like they’d ever broken up.
Ruxton Towers, back on stage together at Winterland last Friday night after months-long hiatus, cranking out the old, spacey, uncomfortably indie rock with a newfound higher octane energy and attitude. More riffs, more chops, more determined vocals, same old Ruxton Towers.
It all sounded a bit stubborn. But it seems that’s somewhat characteristic of the Towers themselves.
Imagine living life like a game show contestant who’s been put inside one of those soundproof isolation boxes.
You can see and hear most everything that’s going on around you, but the game show host won’t turn on your microphone. So you live out your life, day by day, watching and even involved in the game but never getting the chance to fully engage. That’s how Enzo feels.
“All he has are gestures,” emerging Seattle author Garth Stein’s new book begins, “so they must be grand in nature … .”
“What is life like, how do you refine your senses, if you have no ability to talk to communicate?” Stein posed the premise.
Bremerton’s Skateland is about to host an elbow-throwin’, fast-speed rollin’, rollickin’ roller derby event.
Hell’s Belles are back in town, this time with Zero Down, while the Bean gets Celtic and Bainbridge raises the ghosts of Hank and Patsy.
The patient is prepped for surgery, laying horizontal on the operating table, staring up into a pinpointed vastness of bright light.
The anesthesiologist readies the syringe and flushes the drug into the IV. She watches the patient’s face and posture slacken as they drift out of consciousness, and everything fades to black … .
It’s an intimate moment, says Dr. Marie Heaton, a moment of transferred power.
But what if the patient doesn’t wake up?
Heaton’s an anesthesiologist in Bainbridge authoress Carol Cassella’s debut novel, “Oxygen,” in bookstores July 1.
Americans demand cheap and abundant food to nourish our bodies and feed our need for decadence. Nary between forkfuls do we pause to ponder where our food came from, who took the time to create it or the economic, health or political impact of what we pile on our plates.
