No, really, there was a jet in Westlake Park today. As in jet airplane, not a “how did you know, cause I never told, you found out, I got a crush on you” Jet. Not that I would have been disappointed with the latter, mind you. They are affable enough folks. Yes, I’ve met them. Seriously.
Anyway, I first spotted the Jet (plane) at about 10:30am. I don’t know how long it will be there. I also don’t know how they got the Jet (plane) into the park, or how they will get it out. I mean, I don’t
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Alas, the annual Figgy Pudding Festival, highest holy day on the White Bourgeoisie calendar, went off on Friday without a hitch. Cops were everywhere, and there was not a single, solitary mohawk in sight. Woo-Hoo!
Why is Figgy Pudding so special to upper-middle-class whites and the upper-middle-class whites at heart (Asian girls I’m looking at you)?
Are you kidding?
Singing Christmas carols, on the downtown streets of a major city, to benefit the homeless, while the homeless are kept far, far away?
We’re talking urban adventure without the risk, an audience of thousands watching you sing like Whitney, and
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Figgy Pudding in Westlake Center
It could not have possibly been more clear.
Lest anyone have a shred of doubt about the sincerity of Seattle’s Ferguson Protestors, that doubt no longer exists. The “leader” of the group has finally admitted what the rest of us knew all along.
“We don’t care.”
Tonight, the annual Figgy Pudding fundraiser will take place in and around Westlake Center, and true to self-centered, “screw the poor, it’s all about me and my affluent friends” form, Fauxhawk and his band of Merry Suburbanites are having another playdate.
Organizers of a longtime holiday tradition in downtown
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Westlake Center is to Seattle what Rockefeller Center is to New York City, and as you might imagine, the Westlake Tree is our version of the Rock Center Tree.
Of course, ours is far nicer, given that it’s located in Seattle. Say what you will, but I can’t imagine a few extra feet of tree compensating for the fact that you’re not in the nation’s greatest city. In fact, the only thing I would say that NYC has over Seattle, is that it has fewer New Yorkers. Ever since Hipster Number One discovered Brooklyn, natives have been leaving
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From a musical perspective, I’ve lived through interesting times. Although I was but a child during some of them, I’ve been alive to witness the birth, or early years at the very least, of such diverse genres as heavy metal, progressive rock, funk, glam, disco, punk, hardcore punk, hip-hop, new wave, electronic, house, dubstep, trip-hop, noise/grunge/alternative, and whatever the fuck the last 15 years have given us (shit?).
I’ve witnessed the rise of a few of these genres first-hand, most notably hip-hop, hardcore punk, alt/”grunge”, and a regional music genre known as “Go-Go”. The latter is a genre which
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Seattle Waterfront Arcade set to close in September
Add it to the list of changes you’ll soon see at Seattle’s waterfront: the family-owned arcade that’s long called Pier 57 home is leaving, and not by choice.
The arcade owner had been operating under a month to month lease at Miner’s Landing, and says he knew the closure would happen eventually, he just didn’t think it would happen so soon.
“We thought we had a little bit more time than we do now, but we were given 30 days notice and will be closing on September 22nd,” said Mike Cichy.
It’s that time of year again. The time when buildings shake and car alarms are triggered by the U.S. Navy’s flight demonstration squad, The Blue Angels.
While some people are annoyed by the annual Seafair arial display, I actually think it’s kind of cool.
Sure, it makes me wince when I look up and see thousands of dollars of jet fuel being burned, then look down and see a mentally ill guy asleep in his own vomit. Yes, it bothers me that the money for this stuff gets forcibly yanked from me each paycheck. You can’t mentally fight
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When I realized that Washington would be one of the first states in the union to legalize marijuana, I had some concerns.
Not because I thought it should remain illegal, no, the War on Some Drugs When Used by Poor People is nuts. Instead, I was concerned because I didn’t think the least considerate state in the country would be good torchbearers for the new policy.
The nation’s eyes are on our fair state to see how legalization will play out in normal, polite society, and as I stood outside with my family watching the fireworks last night,
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The Seattle Great Wheel
The Seattle Great Wheel
After an aborted attempt to ride the new Seattle Ferris Wheel (or The Seattle Great Wheel as it’s officially called), in late October, we finally headed down to Pier 57 for another attempt. A slightly more successful attempt.
As the sun was hanging low over Elliott Bay, about 45 minutes before it officially set, we walked up to the ticket booth and considered our options … $13 each to ride in a regular gondola, $50 each to ride in a VIP gondola.
You know, I may be anti-consumerist, but I’m
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Yesterday, the “Seattle Great Wheel” (shouldn’t it be “Great Seattle Wheel”?) opened, and today, I planned on giving it a go myself. Not just for my own amusement, but to satisfy my civic blogging duty by promoting the neighborhood’s newest attraction. Without support from locals, new endeavors face a precarious future. Especially in towns with short tourist seasons, such as Seattle.
According to their Facebook page (their website is almost completely void of usable information), the wheel opens at 10am, and since nothing in Seattle ever happens on time, a friend and I departed my place shortly before noon.
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