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Friday, April 6, 2007

I Love CHAC But

Posted by on April 6 at 4:54 PM

This sounds like the opposite of fun:

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Today in Line Out

Posted by on April 6 at 4:39 PM

I Bet They’re Nervous: Grand Archives are going to play the Modest Mouse show.

This Week’s Setlist: Is pretty good.

Lightning Bolt: Already making kids wait, and still blowing minds.

Ari Can’t Decide: So she wants you to do it for her.

Battle of the Drag Queens: Pho Bang! vs. Laguna Bitch.

Party Summer Soundtrack: Spank Rock mix for Fabric.

Love For Love & Pride: Terry’s BSE (TW).

In My Room: Making your room sound as good as it can.

Pioneer Square Dance: Zwickel’s night on the town.

BSE (TW): “God Only Knows.”

And for Friday, a sloppy little kitten (thanks to Matt Garman—and his mom—for sharing):

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McCain Reverses Himself

Posted by on April 6 at 4:37 PM

Trying to keep this…

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…from becoming this…

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…McCain is now saying this:

“Of course I am going to misspeak and I’ve done it on numerous occasions and I probably will do it in the future,” he told CBS correspondent Scott Pelley. “I regret that when I divert attention to something I said from my message, but you know, that’s just life.”

Intern? Intern. Naked? If You Insist…

Posted by on April 6 at 4:32 PM

But seriously, then. You MUST be nude.

I need an intern. Yes, AN INTERN. It has nothing to do with The Stranger, so sorry, so this is completely inappropriate to post here probably, but kiss my ass. I need an intern. AN INTERN!

Specs:

Looking for: Student types with Media, Video/Film Production, and Design hankerings.

Location: Northgate-ish.

For: A fabulous place where creativity runs fresh and free and the lunches are long and elaborate. And you will report directly to ME, so that’s a plus. (I’m fucking awesome.)

Nudity not really encouraged. But not discouraged, either. That’s just how I roll. Jews, blacks, and faggots a plus. No Irish need apply.

Interested parties should contact me. You know where I am.

Here.

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God damn Irish.

This (Newsy) Weekend at the Movies

Posted by on April 6 at 3:40 PM

Lots of local news and updates this week.

1) On Wednesday I met SIFF’s smokin’ new hire Anita Monga—formerly of the Castro Theatre in San Francisco, and various festivals since—who’ll be the programmer for SIFF Cinema at McCaw Hall starting with the July calendar. (In the meantime, SIFF Cinema will house rentals like the Polish Film Festival and a brand-new National Film Festival for Talented Youth, or NFFTY, which is being organized by former Stranger One-to-Watch Jesse Harris. And, of course, SIFF itself.) Monga already has some excellent films lined up: In July she’ll be reviving her weeklong festival-style program Noir City, featuring scholar/raconteur Eddie Muller and plenty of rare prints dug up from the archives at UCLA and Fox. So far, she’s booked Desert Fury, Leave Her to Heaven, Woman on the Run, Jeopardy, and a few others.

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Despite SIFF AD Carl Spence’s humble suggestion, when I first talked to him about SIFF Cinema, that the theater would be focused on things that would otherwise slip through the cracks of Seattle exhibition (i.e., films that had been passed over by Northwest Film Forum and Landmark), Monga’s raring to compete. Noting that NWFF had scored the Seattle theatrical run of the Toronto favorite Manufactured Landscapes, she told me, “I’ve I’d been here two months ago, SIFF would’ve gotten it!” (Spence, who was there as her driver/minder, just smiled.) This is going to be fun. Though Manufactured Landscapes is a doc, Monga said her tastes run toward narrative (Kubrick and Wong Kar-Wai are especial favorites)—but nothing “neat” (she hates Todd Fields).

2) The Seattle/Astoria production Cthulhu had its friends-cast-&-investors premiere at SIFF Cinema last Friday. The movie is not great: The digital image looks janky, the plot makes little sense, there are sloppily edited bits, and the political subtext is really buried. That said, the locations are fabulous, it’s quite entertaining, and it has this ’70s throwback quality that’s not quite camp, but something equally adorable. If it plays SIFF, go.

3) Finally, the Guy Maddin film Brand Upon the Brain!, which was filmed in Seattle and produced by the formerly Seattle-based Film Company will not be screened in Seattle in its full foley-orchestra glory. Lame! Here’s the pseudo-apology from Film Company co-president Gregg Lachow:

A number of you have expressed dismay at there being no Seattle show of the live version of BRAND UPON THE BRAIN! It is not for lack of desire. It is just a very expensive show to mount, and we can only afford to do shows where we are fairly certain of breaking even. The good folks at both SIFF and NW Film Forum tried hard to help the show happen, but ultimately there wasn’t enough money to make sure I didn’t go further into debt.

We are lining up great narrators for the NY run (Lou Reed came on board yesterday), and perhaps we’ll be able to give the film a high enough profile that corporate sponsors will want to help. I will continue to work on it.

In any event, the film will have a regular theatrical run in Seattle in June, in glorious 35mm!

Opening this week:

In On Screen, we’ve got Brendan Kiley on “hero-cum-sonofabitch” Ralph Nader in the doc An Unreasonable Man; Martin Tsai on the Rodriguez/Tarantino double-header Grindhouse.

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Plus, Bradley Steinbacher on the guilt-free literary con The Hoax; Andrew Wright on the too-literal First Snow, and me on the family- and homosexual-friendly Firehouse Dog.

As for limited runs: I’d personally recommend SIFF Cinema’s Cría Cuervos, NWFF’s Canadian New Wave entry Nobody Waved Goodbye, and the Grand Illusion’s Iraq in Fragments and The Fallen Idol.

Movie times and film shorts can be found via Get Out. Enjoy!

The First Olympic Sculpture Park Bumper Sticker

Posted by on April 6 at 3:07 PM

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Notes From The Prayer Warrior

Posted by on April 6 at 2:45 PM

Good Friday edition…

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Thank you for praying for all the media events I was involved in yesterday! I felt your prayers and they made me bold in the Lord! To God be the glory! God just moved me out of the way and He took over. I just want to let you know of one of the responses I received this morning from the Editor of Venus Magazine. Please click on the link and read this amazing story.
Pastor Hutcherson,

I thoroughly enjoyed you last night on CNN with Anderson Cooper. No compromises! I loved your bold stance on biblical principles with regard to homosexuality. And that’s saying a lot coming from me. One year ago I would be writing to blast you for being a gay bigot. The Lord saved me after 29 years of gay activism and 13 years publishing a magazine supporting the black gay community. I printed my own testimony on our cover a few months ago which caused a firestorm reaction within the gay community. Please take a look.


God Bless, Have a Happy Resurrection Day!

-Charlene

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What one life can do when it is living in obedience to the Lord Jesus Christ!

Pastor Hutch

Deeply Disturbing

Posted by on April 6 at 2:36 PM

Or, as a friend in San Francisco puts it, “Holy f*cking NOTlikingIT!”

Heaven Is Square

Posted by on April 6 at 2:20 PM

In honor of commenter number ten in yesterday’s foodie fight, I’m posting David Cross’s old Cosí-squagel routine. (That begins at minute three. Feel free to enjoy his heaven routine immediately proceeding.)

Rove in ‘72

Posted by on April 6 at 1:25 PM

This 1972 news report on the Nixon re-election campaign is interesting for the clip of a young and be-sideburned Karl Rove discussing his strategy for winning the youth vote, as well as for how it shows how drastically the television news has changed in 35 years, not just technically, but substantively.

Also noteworthy: in 1972 you were considered a “fat cat” if you plunked down $500 to have dinner with a 13” TV with Nixon on it, and Dan Rather looked a lot like my dad.

Via Huffington Post and Slog tipper Bob.

This Week on Drugs

Posted by on April 6 at 1:05 PM

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Bad Medicine: DEA inaugurates 2005 meth law by busting man who bought seven boxes of Bronkaid.

Rough Rider: Woman gets DUI riding a horse.

Smooth Rider: Zamboni driver skates by DUI on thin ice.

Dairy Vows: Quit smoking.

Buds Bunny: Stuffed.

Poppies: NATO wants ‘em legal.

Roswell 911: New Mexico stops busting folks calling for overdoses.

Bakers’ Dozen: New Mexico becomes 12th medical marijuana state.

Interest Party: Guy nailed after applying for loan to buy crack.

Laced and Rolling: Kids take to the rink for D.A.R.E.

Keith Richards
: Not snorting family lines after all.

Attack of the Charo!

Posted by on April 6 at 12:47 PM

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Last night I was among the dozens of Seattle-area homosexuals who made the journey north to the Skagit Valley Casino, to see the one and only Charo.

As the pic above suggests, the show was full of sparkles and fringe and aggressive audience interaction. (The man above is about to have his face crammed in Charo’s bountiful cleavage.)

As for the show: It was okay. She “sings” along with a dense vocal track, and even her artsy flamenco-guitar segment was underscored with craptastic synthesizer. But her between-song banter was delightful, and she clearly loves what she does and has been doing since 1492.

Here’s a (blurry) pic of Charo and me and my fella Jake, and here’s a pic of Charo’s impressive neck.

(Photos by Corianton Hale.)

Three Quick Things

Posted by on April 6 at 12:36 PM

The King County Court House:
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By John Ruskin:

The architect is not bound to exhibit structure; nor are we to complain of him for concealing it, any more than we should regret that the outer surfaces of the human frame conceal much of anatomy; nevertheless, that building will generally be noblest, which to an intelligent eye discovers the great secrets of its structure, as an animal form does, although from a careless observer they may be concealed.

Comment One: Before arriving at the core of Artwalk activity, I passed the King County Courthouse building and again felt myself pulled into the debate that has been with us since the century that experienced a tremendous transformation in building materials, the 19th century: Is architecture that hides the actual structure of a building being dishonest? And if so, is this a bad thing? For me, the answer for both questions is a solid yes. And King County Courthouse is one such example of this dishonesty. From top to bottom, the building speaks not a single truth. It’s engaged Ionian columns, the useless balconnets, and, worst of all, the massive Palladian windows which make the top two floors look like one floor (the lower, long columns play a similar trick on the ground floor).

What you see on the surface has no relationship with the internal system. The surface doesn’t express or articulate the actual structure. The two are divided. If this bulk had some unity, then the King County Courthouse would look more like this. It’s a shame that a building whose function is the administration of justice has an architecture that does nothing but tell lies.


In Freeway Park:
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From the “Desire Issue”:

My Lover’s Window. On another June night, we were underneath the monstrous Freeway Park, on a street called something like Bubble Place. The involved traffic roared around us. Not far from where we stood and kissed and groped, was a strange window (maybe the strangest window in all of Seattle) which, from the park’s artificial waterfall, one can see the traffic on I-5 rush by. Looking into this window is like watching your sleeping lover’s dream from a discovered window under her hair. The thing that dreams in Freeway Park’s window — which is yellow, cracked in certain parts, and situated in a small recess over which water flows like transparent waves of hair — is the city itself. The city dreams of traffic streams.

Comment Two: On Wednesday I went to Freeway Park to look at my favorite opening in all of Seattle. The opening looks down at the traffic rushing by on I-5. Because of the artificial light in the echoic tunnel, and also the blend of the artificial waterfall’s sound with the sound of the traffic, the scene looks unreal. I wanted to see this unreality again but couldn’t because of a resident madman. In the image above, the madman is just beyond the concrete block, pacing back and forth, talking to himself about things that only himself can understand. I left the park without looking into my magic opening.


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From volute O, “Prostitution, Gambling”:

“If it is the belief in mystery that makes believers, then there are more believing gamblers in the world than believing worshipers.” Carl Gustav Jochmann.

Comment Three: I found this abandoned poker set on a bench that’s separated from Chapel of St. Ignatius by a parking lot. Gambling and God? But the chapel, is not really about God, it’s about design and distortion. Like the King County Courthouse, the chapel is dishonest, and in the space of that dishonesty—the dishonesty of what it is really about, as well as a dishonesty between surface and the structure—we shall find the marked card of the architect.


Today The Stranger Suggests

Posted by on April 6 at 12:00 PM

JJ Grey & Mofro (The Blues) The beauty of the blues comes from the universality of suffering. So even though he’s a native of the North Florida backwater of Whitehouse—somewhere near Jacksonville—you and JJ Grey have something in common. The main man behind the slide-guitar-twangin’, southern soul-singin’ combo called Mofro, Grey laments the loss of his pastoral native soil to condos and parking lots. That’s something Seattleites know all about. (Neumo’s, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $15 adv, 21+.) JONATHAN ZWICKEL

See what else the Stranger Suggests this week.

The Office: Did Roy KILL Jim?

Posted by on April 6 at 11:42 AM

Office fans everywhere have been biting their nails in anticipation of last night’s episode, wondering if Roy (Pam’s ex-fiance) was going to follow through with his cryptic words: “I’M GOING TO KILL JIM HALPERT.” (For those just joining us, Jim kissed Pam and Roy found out. Oooooooooh!)
THE RESULT? Roy DID try to kill Jim, which weirdly resulted in one of the funniest Office episodes in recent memory. If you missed it, download it off iTunes (online now, $1.99, it’s called “The Negotiation”) — it’s THAT FUNNY. And just to wet that whistle, here’s the soon-to-be-classic scene of Roy attempting to… KILL JIM HALPERT!

Romney the Hunter

Posted by on April 6 at 11:17 AM

Remember how much crap John Kerry got for this hunting photo-op? (For one example, see here.)

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Well, what if John Kerry had compared himself to Jed Clampett?

That’s what Republican Mitt Romney, the former governor of Massachusetts, is doing as he tries to tamp down a mini-controversy over his iffy hunting record.

Mitt Romney’s camp spent Thursday dealing with a dust-up over an Associated Press story that said Mr. Romney’s hunting experience was not what he had been making it out to be on the campaign trail as he sought to appeal to pro-gun Republicans, a powerful force in the primary races.

At a community forum in Keene, N.H., on Tuesday, when asked about his stance on guns by a man wearing an N.R.A. cap, Mr. Romney said twice that he’d been a hunter “pretty much all my life.”

By Thursday, his campaign was forced – following those news reports that he had hunted only as a teenager and then at a preserve last year in Georgia – to clarify his record.

Eric Fehrnstrom, a campaign spokesman, added that Mr. Romney had also done some small game hunting, “nothing bigger than a rabbit or quail,” on his Utah property. “This is all a little bit silly,” Mr. Fehrnstrom said in an e-mail message. “Governor Romney never said he was Teddy Roosevelt. He’s more like Jed Clampett.”

Silly only when it’s a Republican whose hunting cred is being questioned?

Romney already has a problem with the Republican base for shifting his positions on abortion and gay rights. And gun-rights advocates already view him warily (he only joined the NRA last year and has supported the Brady Bill as well as his state’s tough assault weapons ban). This latest contretemps puts Romney in even more danger of being tagged with the same label that Kerry was forced to wear throughout the last presidential race: A flip-flopping, liberal, pseudo-hunter from Massachusetts.

What’s the Matter With Kansas?

Posted by on April 6 at 11:15 AM

Not much—provided you stay in Lawrence, Kansas, home to the University of Kansas and a pretty liberal, gay-friendly place. For, you know, Kansas.

Queers and Allies, the University of Kansas’ gay group, brought me in as a part of their Pride Week programming. I’m an odd choice for Pride Week . I have a rather famously low opinion of “pride” as currently practiced by the gays. Basically I think we should keep the parade, keep the parties, keep the floats and sex and dykes on bikes, but jettison the idea that being gay and out today is an accomplishment that should fill a person with pride. In the ’60s and ’70s? Sure. Now? Uh… I don’t think so. (I devoted a whole chapter to pride in my book Skipping Toward Gomorrah.)

Four of the guys that run the gay group took me to dinner before the event…

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From left to right, Stefan, Ryan, David, and Jonathan.

Going out to dinner with thems that brung ya’ is a contractually obligated aspect of most speaking gigs—and it’s not always a pleasant contractually obligated aspect. Before you stand up and talk for a couple of hours in a lecture hall… you’re forced to sit down in a restaurant and talk for a couple of hours. But Stefan, Ryan, David and Jonathan were gracious enough to talk about themselves while I ate instead of making me talk. We discussed—what else?—their coming out stories. All four came out in high school or immediately after—two in small towns, two in the suburbs—which is more and more common.

Gays and lesbians are coming out younger and younger—lots of folks have pointed that out. I started coming out in high school and was totally out by the time I got to college. But I was exception among gay men at the time. How much so? I was the only out gay guy in the theater department at the University of Illinois. Years later most of the straight guys in my theater department had come out—after graduating from college, which was how most gay guys used to do it.

The most moving part of Stefan, Ryan, David, and Jonathan’s coming out stories, however, were the parts their parents played. With one exception, all four sets of parents were supportive—even if the boys didn’t always realize it. One set of parents oppressed their son by insisting that he, a sophomore at the time, not date a senior—because he was too young to be dating a senior, not because the senior was another boy. Another set of parents strongly disapproved of their son’s boyfriend—because his boyfriend directionless loser with a drug problem. But they’re delighted by his current boyfriend, a guy that’s in school, doesn’t abuse drugs (except tobacco), and has ambitions.

Another set of parents constantly warned their son to “be safe.” It got on his nerves. What he heard his mother saying was, “Gay people are diseased and you’re going to catch something now that you’re gay.” What I heard—as a grown-up gay person and a parent—was, “We know you’re sexually active and we want you to be careful. So be careful.”

That’s better than the old deal parents used to offer gay sons. Back in the bad ol’ days most parents couldn’t deal with idea that their gay sons might be having sex. They didn’t want to meet your boyfriends—and they certainly weren’t going to offer you any advice about your sexual conduct (“be safe”). They were willing to put up with your being out—they wanted to see you but not see it—but on the condition that you spare them from unpleasant mental images. The same parents that pried into every aspect of your straight siblings’ romantic lives—from who they were dating to whether they were sexually active to what kind of birth control they were using—were silent on the subject of their gay children’s romantic lives. They didn’t ask, you didn’t tell—and these were the supportive parents!

Things have changed so radically for the better. Even in Kansas. We obsess about the haters—there were rumors that Fred Phelps was going to show up at my talk in Lawrence, which is only 80 miles from his home base in Topeka—and sometimes forget to mark the slow, steady progress is being made. Increasingly parents with gay children step up and do the right thing. They treat their gay kids like the treat their straight kids—more straight parents are actually parenting their gay kids. They’re meddling, demanding good conduct (“be safe”), setting limits instead of turning a blind eye, expressing their approval or disapproval of certain boyfriends or girlfriends.

When it comes to the difficulties faced by gay youth—substance abuse, violence, depression, sexually transmitted infections—the discussion often goes like this: “What is the gay community going to do about the problems facing gay youth?” Uh… nothing? What can we do? The overwhelming majority of gay youth have straight parents and it’s up to straight parents to do something about the problems that confront their gay kids. Out gay adults living big cities can’t do anything for gay teenagers coming out in high school in Kansas. It’s up to their parents to, well, parent them.

Thank God more and more straight parents of gay children are doing just that.

Oh My God! Only Six Days Until the Stranger Gong Show

Posted by on April 6 at 10:52 AM

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Attention talented freaks and those who love to gawk at them: On Thursday, April 12 at the Crocodile Cafe, The Stranger will be presenting its first-ever Gong Show, hosted by yours truly.

In advance of the show date, we’re looking for any and all unique and entertaining acts hungry to strut their stuff before a panel of drunken judges for fabulous prizes. This means jugglers, magicians, yodelers, strongmen, stand-up comics, clog dancers, air bands, contortionists, jug bands, sword swallowers, vaudeville acts, and anyone else with an act that’s under four minutes long and doesn’t involve fire or minors. (The Croc is a bar.)

For more info and to sign up for the competition, go here. (Talent may also sign-up at the door the night of the show.)

And if you just want to gawk/cheer/heckle the drunken celebrity judges (including Sarah Rudinoff, Kerri Harrop, Dave Meinert, On the Boards artistic director Lane Czaplinski, and Stranger music editor Jonathan Zwickel) show up at the Crocodile on Thursday, April 12 for the fabulous and totally free freak parade kicking off at 9pm.

In the meantime, please enjoy this archival Gong Show footage, dug up for me by Slog tipper Andrew, featuring the immortal Popsicle Twins:

Oly and Out

Posted by on April 6 at 10:51 AM

I’ll be out of Slogging commission today … and yesterday. I’m on assignment for the papier.

So, here’s some quick stuff: Postman’s got the latest chapter in the budget drama I was Slogging about last week. He’s also got a great write up from a meltdown that I missed on the House floor yesterday involving Dem Majority leader Lynn Kessler (D-24, Hoquiam) and Rep. Dan Roach (R-Bonney Lake).

Meanwhile, I just got off the phone with Rep. Maralyn Chase (D-32, Shoreline), who’s working on the condo conversion bill —a bill that guarantees financial assistance for tenants displaced by condo conversion. Chase reports that despite some last-minute GOP stalling shenanigans, the bill will go through. We’ll see. (And perspective: The bill has already been stripped of the more powerful conversion cap.)

*There were 2,352 condo conversions in Seattle in 2006—as opposed to 430 in 2004. And the average price of the new condos was $250,000. I don’t imagine 2,352 renters have that kind of cash.

Beyond that: Back in elementary school, I thought the SSes in KISS were Hebrew Lameds… Ls. I thought that was too cool. Here’s a song I like on a real spring day.

Open Letter to Drivers

Posted by on April 6 at 9:56 AM

Just in time for summer, a few handy tips to help drivers navigate the road without mowing cyclists down or scaring the living crap out of us.

1. You do not have automatic right-of-way just because you are a) larger b) faster c) in a hurry or d) for any other reason. So don’t buzz us, pull out in front of us, or cut us off. Your inconvenience will last a lot longer if we have to call the police.

2. Honking is not acceptable unless we’re breaking the law and endangering ourselves or others. (Honking at a biker who crosses against the light on a completely empty street is like glaring at a jaywalker. It’s about your moral superiority, not our behavior.) Honking because we’re a) preventing you from taking a right turn or b) moving too slowly in a narrow lane where we can’t get out of the way will only make us move more slowly. I promise—just try it.

3. If you yell, “Get on the sidewalk!” you’re an asshole.

4. “Yield” means yield to oncoming traffic. It does not mean oncoming traffic (yeah, that includes bikes) must yield to you. That means that when you’re coming off the freeway, for example, if there’s a biker “in your way,” you have to yield to them, even if you’re really, really in a hurry, or on your cell phone, or hurrying really fast to make the light.

5. Zooming past us does not prove you’re bigger. We know you’re bigger. It just makes you look like an insecure douchebag.

6. Pulling out of driveways without looking for bikes as well as cars endangers bikers. Especially when it’s rainy or we’re rolling downhill, it can be extremely hard to stop when you pull into our path.

7. Even if you’re not parked next to a bike lane, never open your door without looking. You can’t just assume that the biker whose path you open your door into will be able to get out of your way in time.

8. Don’t keep rolling forward into a biker’s path, even if you’ve made eye contact with him or her. You’re sending a mixed signal. Just stop and wait for the biker to pass.

9. The law says you’re supposed to keep your car three feet away from cyclists. That means if you can’t both fit in a lane, you have to wait until you can go around. Sometimes it’s hard to gauge how close you are to a biker, so play it safe and give then plenty of room.

10. If you yell at cyclists, you’re an asshole.

11. Don’t try to “outrun” a cyclist who’s going straight when you’re turning left into their path. They have the right-of-way, just like cars do. You can wait.

12. Bikes are a lot like cars — we have the same rules and the same rights as you do. The difference is, if you hit us, we’re not surrounded by two tons of steel. Don’t drive as if you’re in a bubble.

Two further notes: A) This is not an open thread for “but bikers break the law too!” whiners. Generally, when bikers break the law, they inconvenience drivers but don’t threaten their safety. Dangerous drivers (and they’re everywhere) endanger our lives. B) If anyone has anything to add to this dashed-off list, I encourage you to do so in the comments.

Never Mind Outdoor Drinking (For Now)

Posted by on April 6 at 8:45 AM

Amy has the outdoor drinking question covered. But of more immediate concern: The next eight work hours.

Forecasters predict a high of 76 degrees today. Where can I best position myself to check this prediction?

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Location must have: Strong and free wireless signal, available power outlet nearby for recharging laptop, eye-candy, and sun (but not so much glare that I can’t see my screen every once in a while).

When You Wish Upon a Star

Posted by on April 6 at 8:13 AM

Your dreams come true

The Walt Disney Co. has changed its policy to allow same-sex couples to participate in a popular Fairy Tale Wedding program it runs mainly at its two U.S. resorts and cruise line, a Disney spokesman said Thursday.

Disney previously had allowed gay couples to organize their own weddings or commitment ceremonies at rented meeting rooms at the resorts, but had barred them from purchasing its Fairy Tale Wedding package and holding the event at locations at Disneyland and Walt Disney World that are set aside specifically for weddings.

Hey, American Taliban? How’s that Disney boycott going anyway?

The Morning News

Posted by on April 6 at 7:00 AM

Once again: No links between Saddam Hussein and Al-Qaeda.

S.O.S.: For 911.

Splenda vs. Equal: The court fight.

Bush “clearly unfit to lead,” says Joe Klein of TIME Magazine.

That which does not kill Sanjaya makes him stronger.

Under the bridge: Sex offenders.

Zip it: With clothes pins.