The reading party's in four hours at the Sorrento! Since no one's allowed to talk at the reading party, including the special guests, I've taken to interviewing them ahead of time here on Slog about what they'll be reading.
Attention! Over on Line Out I'm giving away THREE PAIRS OF TICKETS to shows happening this Saturday because I like you guys and Wednesdays are my second-to-least-favorite day.
Even I, a Kickstarter skeptic, think this is just reprehensible: Heidi MacDonald at The Beat has published two posts explaining the growing trend of Kicktrolling. Cartoonist Thom Pratt explains his experience with someone going by the name Lee McAllister, who at first pledged $500 toward a collected edition of Pratt's new comic on Kickstarter:
...over the holiday weekend, he suddenly raised his bid to $1,000. “Well, okay,” we thought, “maybe he reeeeaallly wanted to see the project get funded.”
And then we woke up to suddenly find ourselves at 65% of goal, up from around 25%. Why?
Well, “Lee” suddenly increased his pledge to $10,000. And bragged about it in the comments.
Pratt says that McAllister's big-money bids on other Kickstarters have since disappeared from the site, and he's unsure if his Kickstarter is going to be funded by its deadline. Now other people who have been Kicktrolled are stepping forward to tell their stories. This kind of phony pledging hurts artists because they have to pay fees on the pledges regardless of whether they actually collect, and the higher-pledged totals affect the number of rewards that artists are obligated to send out.
I assume people who do this sort of Kicktrolling thing enjoy the momentary feeling of beneficence that pushing a button on a website gives them, and they just don't give a damn that they might pull the plug on someone else's dreams because that thrill is so powerful. (It makes me think of Cienna Madrid's great feature about people who lie on the internet about having terrible diseases for sympathy.) Obviously, Kickstarter needs to do something about this before it spreads any further on their site. This is the sort of thing that could ruin Kickstarter for small projects.
Here's a first sentence that sounds deceptively boring: Earlier this week, the city council announced the agenda for this afternoon's meeting of the public safety committee.
One item in particular jumped out:
4. C.B. 117996 (PDF Version)
Relating to security from terrorism; authorizing the City to partner with the State of Washington and King County to receive financial assistance from the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), Office for State and Local Government Coordination and Preparedness under the Urban Areas Secuirty Initiative Grant for Federal Fiscal Year 2012; authorizing an application for allocation of funds under that agreement; amending the 2013 Adopted Budget Ordinance 124058 by increasing appropriations to the Seattle Police Department and Seattle Fire Department and accepting revenues; and, ratifying and confirming prior acts, all by a three-fourths vote of the City Council.
BRIEFING, DISCUSSION, AND POSSIBLE VOTE (10 minutes)
Presenters: Captain Ron Leavell, Lt. Mark Mount, and Chris Steel, SPD
Hm. The council's public safety committee breezing through a 10-minute review of what the SPD might do with money from the Department of Homeland Security? Sound familiar?
It's how Seattle got its surveillance surprises over the past year: the drones, waterfront cameras, and mesh network that the SPD quietly bought and installed without going out of their way to share the details with the rest of us. (To be fair, the council didn't exactly go out of their way to dig up any.)
And it's why the SPD has had to go on mea culpa tours of community meetings to explain to baffled (and sometimes hostile) crowds what these things were, how we got them, and whether we need them.
That pattern didn't work out so well: the drones have been grounded, the cameras are supposedly off (or at least not being actively used), and the mesh network has been disabled.
So what DHS-funded projects were on today's agenda?
Some of them look innocuous enough—training for first responders, safeguards against catastrophe in the event of "structural collapse," and improving ways to warn "vulnerable populations" about emergencies.
But project number nine on the list raises some questions—it funds facial-recognition technology that would allow the SPD to cross-check photos of unknown "suspects" with a large database. Which could be fine, if used properly.
But why repeat the mistakes of the past by rubber-stamping another DHS-funded technology that might have some surveillance implications that we should think about first?
Seen in the Beacon Hill Station...
The Macklemore & Ryan Lewis vs. Pearl Jam vs. Slog Holiday Charity Challenge continues! Have you read this great article by Dan Savage about it? You should!
And look at the cover of this week's Stranger! Never have all those gentlemen been drawn better. (That's the fine work of Emily Nokes, people!)
As you'll recall, the money raised by the fans of these amazing Seattle all-stars is going to YouthCare's Orion Center, providing food, shelter, safety, and alternatives to homeless teens right here in our city. And Seattle all-star Northwest Film Forum has kicked in a sweet prize to help out!
Want to win the 10 pairs of tickets to Northwest Film Forum? Donate to the Orion Center right now—any amount counts!—then forward us your receipt with why you love movies—excuse me, film—so damn much. Donate/forward by 4:30 pm to enter! The most compelling reason wins!
Yesterday's winner of Bumbershoot passes: @roozal, who said, "I want to go to Bumbershoot this year because it will be the first time in 5 years that I won't have to work (a shitty, part-time job) on the weekends!" Congrats, @roozal!
The man who convinced Taco Bell to create the hugely popular Doritos Locos Taco died on Thanksgiving, according to Consumerist's Mary Beth Quirk. He was 41.
Naturally, I decided to interview him with a few hard-hitting questions about TV and movie discoveries while on tour. Here’s what he had to tell me:
What are some memorable movies that you've ended up watching on tour? Which ones do you find yourself repeatedly re-watching? It changes from tour to tour. Sand, for example only watches No Retreat, No Surrender. With Cursive, there was a tour where Step Brothers was really resonating with the group of us young men. I think my favorite is on one Icy Demons tour, we got totally immersed in Some Kind of Monster, but not in a healthy way at all. Our tour manager started referring to us by the names of who he thought each of us was acting like, and guess who I got? The fucking producer! I thought I'd be an obvious choice for Kirk, in the role of master steedsman/shredder. Or at least the drummer.
Last night the 43rd District Democrats elected Brady Walkinshaw, a relatively progressive Cuban American and certified homosexual, to represent the central-Seattle district in the legislature's house starting next month. When I sat down with him a couple weeks ago, Walkinshaw seemed like a nice fellow who wants a modicum of power to make the world a better place. Currently employed by the Gates Foundation and a board member at Intiman, and formerly a labor organizer when he attended Princeton, he had dewey-eyed ambitions of advancing the state DREAM Act, preserving voting rights for people of color in racist Eastern Washington, and repairing our regressive tax scheme in a manner that makes Washington State fair for the working-class while finally giving schools the money they need. Instead, Walkinshaw will be a state legislator. As a lawmaker, Walkinshaw will crawl through the partisan gridlock of Olympia, where virtually nothing of import has happened in years and in which all work in the house is stymied by the GOP-controlled senate, all while continuing the 43 District legacy of choosing young gay politicians who grow up to be old gay politicians.
The King County Council is expected to rubber-stamp his appointment.
Walkinshaw will replace Democratic Representative Jamie Pedersen, renowned as the Dick Clark of gay elves. Pedersen was selected by the district to serve in the Sisyphean death chamber that is our state senate, filling a seat that was formerly occupied by Ed Murray, who created a vacancy after he fled said chamber and was elected mayor. Murray must now work full time with the Seattle City Council.
Condolences to all.
I'm betting that a lot of the year-end wrap-ups you're going to read in the next few weeks are going to focus heavily on the Obamacare website woes. But I bet in three years, nobody will remember or care that for a couple months, a new government-run website didn't actually work. Especially now that the site is starting to work:
About 29,000 people signed up for health insurance through HealthCare.gov on Sunday and Monday — a figure that surpasses the total for the whole month of October, an official familiar with the program told POLITICO.
The quickened pace of enrollments came as the White House hit its self-imposed Nov. 30 deadline to fix the troubled Affordable Care Act website.
Remember how outraged Republicans were about that whole "You Didn't Build That" manufactured controversy from last year? And remember how ordinary Americans just didn't give a shit? The Republican response to the Obamacare rollout reminds me a lot of that.
According to the Kingsport, Tennessee police report, 59-year-old Michael Bledsoe was apparently well prepared for the War on Christmas:
Michael H. Bledsoe had just purchased a Christmas tree and had returned to his vehicle to retrieve a Christmas tree stand. He had a loaded 12 gauge shotgun lying on the back seat of his vehicle. As he retrieved the stand, the shotgun apparently shifted causing something to come in contact with the trigger resulting in a negligent discharge.
The shotgun blast struck Mr. Bledsoe in the pelvic area. He was transported to Holston Valley Medical Center by Sullivan County E.M.S. with life-threatening injuries. He is currently still in the Intensive Care Unit listed in critical condition.
Merry Christmas, Second Amendment!
This video demonstration of an artificial hymen...
For potential hymen purchasers worried about the mechanics of operating a hymen replacement, the site offers a helpful step-by-step guide. “Insert the Artificial Hymen into your vagina carefully. It will expand a little and make you feel tight. When your lover penetrates, it will ooze out a liquid that appears like blood, not too much but just the right amount. Add in a few moans and groans and you will pass through undetectable!”
...is the creepiest, saddest, and most depressing thing I've seen on the Internet in weeks. Jeremy Wilson at The Kernel unpacks the creepiness:
If ever there were a reason to be horrified at the tentacles of the historic patriarchal oppression of women’s stubborn hold on modern day life, this is it. In a world where we’re constantly being told of technology’s potential to drive positive social change, it’s galling to see it being used to appease the infantile fantasies of backwards cultures. Depressing, really.
But... wouldn't an artificial hymen that works in the palm of your hand also work in your someone's ass? Anyone's ass? Seems to me that a girl could subvert the shit out of the patriarchy by sticking one of these in her boyfriend's ass and pegging the shit—and just the right amount of a liquid that appears to be blood—right out of him. And any gay men out there hymen envy could order a few. And, hey, a couple—gay or straight—could order a crate and spend a long, sensuous evening busting all sorts of hymens. Pegging hymens! Blowjob hymens! Handjob hymens! Buttsecks hymens! Tittyfucking hymens! Wet-willy hymens! The patriarchy-subverting possibilities are endless!
In light of Paul's earlier post, please enjoy this. (There's a promo for the guy's video game at the end. Bonus?)
Thanks, Slog-Tipper Mark!
A Richfield woman fatally stabbed her husband in the heart for "wanting to bring another woman into their bedroom," according to a criminal complaint filed Tuesday. Amreya Rahmeto Shefa, 40, was charged in Hennepin County District Court with second-degree murder in the Sunday slaying of her husband, Habibi Tesema, 48.
The couple has two small children.
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis. Pearl Jam. Slog. Whose fans are the best fans? We're finding out RIGHT NOW.
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis and Pearl Jam have combined forces with Slog this holiday season to raise money for the Orion Center*, which houses homeless teens right here in our city. YouthCare needs $100,000 to keep the Orion center open seven days a week, providing food, shelter, safety, and alternatives to Seattle's most vulnerable population over the next year. Together, with the strength of all our fandom, we can do it!
We're on the third day of the Macklemore & Ryan Lewis vs. Pearl Jam vs. Slog Holiday Charity Challenge. Whose fans have raised the most money so far?
TOTAL $$$ RAISED SO FAR FOR THE ORION CENTER:
• Macklemore & Ryan Lewis fans have donated: $7,447.00
• Pearl Jam fans have donated: $4,502.00
• Slog fans have donated: $2,255.00
• Seattlish fans have donated: $0.00**
TOTAL $$$ RAISED SO FAR: $14,204.00!
Have you given yet? Now is the time for fans of these awesome musicians and America's only blog to step up and DONATE to the Orion Center. These vulnerable kids need our help! Show your support for homeless teenagers and your favorite musicians and/or America's only blog by donating now!
• Macklemore & Ryan Lewis fans: GO HERE TO GIVE!
• Pearl Jam fans: GO HERE TO GIVE!
• Slog fans: GO HERE TO GIVE!
Tweet it out! #TeamMac #TeamJam #TeamSlog The fans that raise the most for the Orion Center by December 24th WIN! Let's do this! Come back to Slog later today to learn about PRIZES!
And if you give at least $25 to the Orion Center right now, then forward us your receipt and your commenter handle, we'll give you a commenter tag on Slog that says SLOG FAN, MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS FAN, or PEARL JAM FAN! Your choice!
** Seattlish is a blog that isn't Slog that is nevertheless accessible to readers in the United States—a clear violation of the royal charter that created Slog. (What part of "America's only blog" don't they understand?) But in all fairness to Seattlish fans... there's no landing page where Seattlish fans can donate as Seattlish fans, and it's possible that many Seattlish fans are also fans of Macklemore & Ryan Lewis or Pearl Jam or Slog or all the above. But still: zero dollars from Seattlish fans?!? A real Seattle blog would care about homeless teenagers in our area and they wouldn't sit around waiting for someone else to create a landing page where their readers can donate. They would find a way to GIVE!
We're observing Slog silence from now until 11 a.m. while we have an editorial meeting, but look—we made an entire paper's worth of stuff for you!
1. DAN SAVAGE writes about The Stranger’s 2013 Holiday Charity Challenge, which pits fans of Slog, Pearl Jam, and Macklemore & Ryan Lewis against each other in an effort to raise money for the Orion Center, which is definitely a worthy cause. However, the demographics of this charity fundraiser are highly problematic. To wit: The Stranger’s staff is made up of a majority of white men, and this drive pits them against two white men and another group of five white men. White men make up less than one-third of Seattle, which means this charity function woefully underrepresents more than two-thirds of the city. This brings two questions to mind:
a. What do these demographics indicate about The Stranger’s inherent white-male-supremacist leanings?
b. Given the disgusting sexism and racism fueling this drive, should the Orion Center consider returning the money from this fundraiser, rather than redirecting the resources to young homeless people in need of food, clothing, and shelter? Wouldn’t Orion Center’s refusal of the money give those needy youths a more meaningful message than providing services funded by dirty phallo-Caucasianist money?
2. In the news section, ANNA MINARD has an overlong account of lame-duck outgoing mayor Mike McGinn and his battle with the Seattle Police Department over the purchase of some SUVs. McGinn, of course, would prefer that the SPD buy hybrids. Can you think of a better way for Mayor McGinn to waste the remaining dregs of his political life than a piddling battle over a couple of gas-guzzlers? Does this story make you feel kind of sorry for McGinn, finally?
3. This week’s tiny issue of The Stranger also contains the winter issue of A&P, the quarterly arts publication that is written and produced by the staff of The Stranger. Can you spot any differences between A&P and The Stranger? From a marketing standpoint, why would The Stranger choose to “fracture” its “brand” like this?
4. JEN GRAVES has contributed a 6,000-plus-word essay about Native Americans and photography as the centerpiece of this issue of A&P. If you can, imagine a human being who could read this piece from beginning to end. What superhuman characteristics does this imaginary human being possess that enable him/her to get all the way to the ending without dying of boredom or injuring her/himself to bring some kind of an ending to the ordeal? Would killing this imaginary person be considered a mercy or a sin?
5. This issue of A&P features more comics than you’ll find in a standard issue of The Stranger. Is this a blessing or a curse? Would your opinion change if A&P ran comics that were actually funny, like Get Fuzzy or FoxTrot? Does pretentiousness have a place on the comics page?
After a Shipwreck, He Was Trapped in an Air Bubble 100 Feet Underwater for Three Days: "Being buried alive is usually near the top of any worst-ways-to-die list. But how about being buried alive 100 feet below the ocean surface in a tiny pocket of air? For Harrison Okene, a 29-year-old Nigerian boat cook, this nightmare scenario became a reality." The vessel was a Chevron oil service tugboat that had capsized. Video of his rescue here.
Newsweek Plans to Return to Print in January or February: "It’s going to be a more subscription-based model, closer to what The Economist is compared to what Time magazine is,” editor in chief Jim Impoco says. “We see it as a premium product, a boutique product.” That sounds good, but Tina Brown promised good things for Newsweek after trying to fold it into the Daily Beast, and that was a big-time flop. Good luck, Mr. Impoco. Please make it awesome.
God Works in Mysterious Ways, Especially in Spanaway: "A man who went from praising the Seattle Seahawks on Monday to claiming Tuesday to be God is believed to have shot a Pierce County sheriff’s deputy before dying in a standoff," the Tacoma News Tribune reports. The man had reportedly written on his Facebook page, “God just recorded a rap song with me we are going to change the world.”
The Gay Power Mafia Adds a New Member to Its Ranks: It looks like State Rep. Jamie Pedersen will fill Ed Murray's 43rd Legislative District state Senate seat now that Murray has been elected mayor. And after last night, Brady Walkinshaw, a gay Cuban-American who works for the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, is in line to take Pedersen's House seat, Seattle Times reports. For more about Walkinshaw, watch this video he made.
Hezbollah Military Leader Was Assassinated Yesterday: "Lebanese news reports said he was gunned down in a parking lot," the New York Times reports. "And a previously unknown group calling itself the Free Sunnis of Baalbek...claimed responsibility for the killing," while Hezbollah blamed Israel.
Meanwhile, Al Qaeda Thinks Syria Has a Nice Ring to It: "Ayman al-Zawahri, Al Qaeda’s overall leader, [has been] indicating that he views Syria — where the number of jihadist rebels and foreign fighters is steadily rising — as a promising staging ground for a jihadist resurgence.
A Deeper Look at the Pope's Challenge to Capitalism: As John Cassidy writes, "This is incendiary stuff."
Tom Nissley, Hometown Hero, Is Returning to Jeopardy! He's going as a "fan favorite" representing the 2000s, Alex Trebek just announced. Other past champions are returning to the show to represent the 1980s and the 1990s. As you may know, Tom played eight games and became the third-highest money-winner in the history of the show. Becoming a "fan favorite" involved making a video and being voted on by viewers; here's the video Tom made, with Ken Jennings cameo that might have won it for him. My favorite Nissley moment on the show was when he wiped the floor on the brain-bending "Before, During, and After" category in this episode—jump ahead to 4:28 to see it:
Now Then, What Should We Name Our Office Mouse? For the last two days, it's been racing around our production department, where the paper is laid out, really on the move, on the go. Jen Graves thought she saw a very-low-flying bird in her peripheral vision on Monday. I thought it looked more like a leaf, although that makes no sense. Then yesterday, copyeditor Katie Allison watched it full on sprint the length of the room. On Twitter, I put out the call for names. Lots of good suggestions, but these were my five favorites. As always, Slog polls are legally binding.
We are the third chimpanzee. The second is the bonobo, the ape that's small, slim, and (unlike the first chimpanzee) in the habit of using sex for all sorts of social purposes. Being closely related to the dominant mammal of the "cosmic medium" for life in this solar system, however, has not helped the bonobo much; it, like so many other animals, is heading toward the dark of extinction:
The most detailed range-wide assessment of the bonobo (formerly known as the pygmy chimpanzee) ever conducted has revealed that this poorly known and endangered great ape is quickly losing space in a world with growing human populations. The loss of usable habitat is attributed to both forest fragmentation and poaching, according to a new study...Because humans have an unusually complex relationship with their own sexuality, and not their violence (the defining activity of the first chimpanzee), the bonobo, which is also known as the sexy ape, has ended up being "the forgotten ape."
For the nostalgia freaks, there's Star Trek: The Original Topps Trading Card Series. This one is the exact same format as a book that collected Garbage Pail Kids cards from earlier this year, and it's pretty much a straight shot of nerdy collector mania. In addition to larger-than-scale reproductions of the photographs from the 1976 trading card set, the book contains trivia about the production of the card series. (For some reason, every series regular character in Star Trek is represented except for Sulu, whose absence feels weirdly pointed.) There's not much more than a rehash of every episode of the original series; a few new cards are glued into the back of the book, but it's basically a book-form reproduction of the trading card series. If that appeals to you, here you go.
Continued global warming poses a risk of rapid, drastic changes in some human and natural systems, a scientific panel warned Tuesday, citing the possible collapse of polar sea ice, the potential for a mass extinction of plant and animal life and the threat of immense dead zones in the ocean.
The "good" news:
At the same time, some worst-case fears about climate change that have entered the popular imagination can be ruled out as unlikely, at least over the next century, the panel found. These include a sudden belch of methane from the ocean or the Arctic that would fry the planet, as well as a shutdown of the heat circulation in the Atlantic Ocean that would chill nearby land areas — the fear on which the 2004 movie “The Day After Tomorrow” was loosely based.
To recap: Ugh.
My wife and I have been married for eight years and we have to daughters. A few nights ago my best friend, who is a woman, told me she loves me.
Let's back up for a minute. Rachel is my best friend and has been since high school (we're all in our early thirties now). I realized I was in love with Rachel when I was 18 and brushed it off as a crush or lust or infatuation. But as years passed my feelings grew. I never acted on them and she never gave me any sign that she felt the same so I suppressed my feelings so as not to ruin our friendship. Time passed. We dated other people. She had a son and moved out of state for a few years. I got married and my girls were born. When she moved back I was mildly nervous but she, my wife and I got along so well that I thought I had nothing to be concerned about. Her son and my daughters get along and we all have a nice time together.
A point of contention between my wife and me is that I smoke pot. Andrea, my wife, has never said more than a few words about it which basically amounted to she didn't want me smoking all the time but otherwise it didn't bother her. She's not into it but doesn't mind that I am. About six months ago we were talking about the legalization in WA and CO and she said she didn't agree with that, I said I did and that I enjoy it and don't have a problem with it. That has bothered her since. After our second daughter was born five years ago I believe Andrea was depressed, although she vehemently disagreed. (I've dealt with my share of depression over the years so I recognized the signs.) The tension between us was so thick I felt like I couldn't breathe at times when we were around each other. So our relationship became almost non-existent. No sex, hugging, kissing hand-holding, etc. We didn't even sit on the same furniture for months and months.
Things slowly got better but the physical relationship has not returned. This has been going on for about five years. I've told her more than once that I need intimacy between us, and not just sex, but physical contact and emotional support. I don't get any of that and she tells me she just isn't interested in that anymore. I also had a vasectomy around this time. Andrea did not object until after the procedure, and that has been a problem for her since. Fast forward to a few nights ago when Rachel told me she loves me. She and I usually get together about once a week and play games at her place, watch movies, etc. We have many similar interests, especially in books and sense of humor so we enjoy each other's company very much.
The night Rachel told me she loves me, Andrea and I had a frank discussion about our relationship. My wife—Andrea—told me she thinks I should be with someone who makes me happy and that she knows she isn't that person. To complicate things further, Andrea told Rachel that she thinks I'm cheating on her. Andrea told me she thinks I have slept with Rachel and that I might currently be sleeping with her. I absolutely have not slept with Rachel. But all this coming together: Andrea's suspicions of cheating, our lack of intimacy, her dislike of my pot use, Rachel's confession of love, my suppression of that love—it all leaves me with an overwhelming whirlwind of emotion. I am utterly lost. I've suppressed my love for Rachel for so long because I never believed we would be together. But I'm human and I still wanted an emotional connection so I eventually got married.
I don't want to hurt Andrea or our children but how do I turn my back on a love that I have desperately sought for so long?
I've read your column for a long time so I think I can guess what you might say: that I'm in for a lot emotional conversations and some hurt feelings no matter what I decide. I guess I needed to tell someone. I could probably go on for days but I think you get the idea. Thanks for listening.
Love Is Complicated
If you think that $15 an hour seems like a ginormous amount of money to pay a minimum wage worker, then think again. The era in which minimum wage jobs were largely staffed by teenagers and other first-time workers has long since passed—indeed, nearly 40 percent of all US jobs in 2012 paid less than a "living wage" of $15 an hour, up from 36.5 percent just three years earlier.
And in much of the nation, $15 isn't even a living wage. According to the 2013 Job Gap Study from the Alliance for a Just Society (pdf), a single adult in Washington State would need to earn $16.04 an hour, 40 hours a week, in order to balance the most basic household budget:
And keep in mind, those are average numbers for Washington State as a whole. According to Ben Henry at the Alliance for a Just Society, a previous study found costs in King County to be between 7 percent and 17 percent higher than statewide numbers, depending on the household type. And they are conservative numbers at that. For example, do you think you could live in Seattle spending only $6.67 a day on food? Because that's what $203 a month comes to.
It's numbers like these that illustrate the rhetorical challenge facing minimum wage opponents when they argue that businesses can't afford to pay a higher minimum wage. About two-thirds of the jobs created since the end of the Great Depression have been low-wage and/or part-time—in Washington State, there are 22 job seekers for every job opening that would pay a living wage to a one-worker, four-person household, according to the report. So to argue that employers simply can't pay a higher wage is to argue that 40 percent (and growing!) of US households must be condemned to live in poverty.
Roll your eyes at Kshama Sawant and her Socialist rhetoric all you want, but there's no arguing that our current economic system isn't broken.
Mike Baker at the AP has created a fantastic Google map of all the locations where applicants want to open marijuana stores in Washington State. Up the I-5 corridor, along Lake City Way, and deep in the industrial flatland of Sodo, pot stores could abound in Seattle.
Check it out here to find the closest pot shop near you.
Props to Baker, who is great on Twitter. But I quibble with one of his comments: "If all these pot shops get approved, Seattle residents will have plenty of options," he says.
Let me put the rest of this post under a fat disclaimer that imperfections with legalization are nonproblems compared to prohibition. That said...
There may be a lots of applications for pot retail shops—and we'll see how many of these are actually approved by state regulators and open up next year—but, as I've written about before, there will be vast pot-store deserts in Seattle due to overlays of federal, state, and local zoning restrictions. So even if there are many pot stores, folks in, say, West Seattle, Magnolia, or Ravenna won't have any options for miles. As RavennaBlog's Twitter presponds to Baker's claim that Seattle will have "plenty" of choices: "Unless you’re in NE Seattle. No good bakeries AND no easy way to get baked."
Christian Nightmares posted this disturbing video of politicians using the Bible to argue against climate change.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. (Sob!)
As you know because you read Slog all the time, the silent-reading party is a thing that happens the first Wednesday of the month in the Fireside Room at the Sorrento. Nothing happens: You just bring whatever you feel like reading and sit there silently reading while waiters bring you things. And from 6 pm to 8 pm, a man plays a harp. It's free. It's all ages.
And there are always two special guests, who sit and read to themselves just like you. Tomorrow night, the guests are art stars Sarah Bergmann (who won a Stranger Genius Award a few years back) and Scott Lawrimore (curator of the Frye Art Museum and former proprietor of Lawrimore Project). Tomorrow on Slog we'll have brief Q&As with Sarah and Scott about what they've been up to lately. But for now: Just make sure it's on your calendar!
Is it, by any chance, 54 degrees and drizzling there, Chicago? Because here in Seattle, it's sunny-bright and cold as hell, with a freezing wind chill on top of it. Feel free to go check the temperature here on the internet and make fun of me, Chicago. I'm happy I'm innocent of how actually, really goddamn cold it gets there. For us in Seattle, right now it's seriously cold, and that beaming thing in the sky is scary. (Luckily, it's almost dusk.)
At any rate, it's a good day to stay home and make soup, so here, in a Slog encore, is the recipe for the Thanksgiving Day Fiasco Butternut Squash Soup (details of that story may be found over here), as told to Christopher Frizzelle. (This soup is so easy to make, I told him how to do it on the phone while he was walking to the store, then he transcribed it for Slog in a hilarious and sweet way back in 2006.)
Thanksgiving Day Fiasco Butternut Squash Soup
• One butternut squash
• One large onion
• Chicken broth (large can or carton) (organic is better)
• Salt and fresh-ground pepper
• Organic sour cream
I took you home and cut you. I scraped your cute insides out. I put some olive oil on you. I set you in a pan filled with a half inch of water and put you in the oven at 400 degrees for 45 minutes. Then I browned a huge onion and some butter in a stock pot, with lots of salt and pepper. When I took you out of the oven after 45 minutes you were all hot and mad, but you were pretty soft, so I took a spoon and scooped you out of your skin and put you in the stock pot with the browned onions, and then I poured a giant can of chicken broth over you. Then I just let you bubble for a while. Bubble, bubble, bubble. Simmer I guess is the word that people who know what they’re doing would use. I’m not a cook. All of this made me so nervous. I got all these instructions from a friend, and I was sure I had some of them wrong. Chicken stock? I kept thinking. Bock, bock, bock!
After a while bubbling in that chicken broth you went real soft. Your orangey hunks become a chunky puree. I gave you some more pepper, and some cinnamon, and if I could have found the nutmeg I would have given you some of that too. I tried you with a spoon. God damn! I could have just eaten you like this, but I was feeling fancy, I was in the mood to go all the way, so I got out the blender and blended you. In batches. With the help of a mug, since I don’t have a ladle. Once you were smooth, I poured some of you into a bowl, with a plop of organic sour cream in the middle, and I ate you.
It was snowing. You were so good.
It's maybe supposed to snow, a tiny bit, here this weekend. Until then, just SUN AND BRRRRRR.