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That's a little unnerving...

Posted by Mr. Poe | March 27, 2008 10:55 AM
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That head is ... um ... freaky. Otherwise I'd expect to see that in any classical Dutch painting exhibit.

Posted by Will in Seattle | March 27, 2008 11:06 AM
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i'm not really a big fan of the naked ladies, but i like this.

Posted by brandon | March 27, 2008 11:17 AM
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I know I probably shouldn't go with my gut reaction here, but the first thing I thought to myself when I saw this picture was: oh that is just so wrong! What exactly is this referencing? It is like the Boticelli meets Shirley Temple's head, plus some other weird stuff thrown in. I don't know...

Posted by Kristin | March 27, 2008 11:31 AM
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It looks like Hillary Clinton dodging sniper fire.

Posted by DOUG. | March 27, 2008 11:39 AM
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Dear God... a picture of Venus Delillo!!!

Who hears and remembers the shot heard around the world?

That book certainly wasn't written by Frank Herbert I can tell you!

On the other hand if this is our ever illustrious portrait of Gen Graves I have only one thing to say....

IMPOSTER!!!!

I know because I have seen with my own eyes the beautiful transition of faded newsprint devoid of glossy color when I was dreaming of 'The Stranger... Seattles Only Newspaper with ponytails' winning MY DREAM CONTEST as the paper with the "SLICK"! inseam and front to back side to side artwork.

This should satisfy all of the seamstresses who know about the runway and the fashions currently in tow through out the next generations space portals on the "telly", and with that I now pronounce it's time for something completely satisfying....

A RANT AT A. BIRCH. STEEN!!

Dear Editor of Public Morals and Standards...

and what ever it is your R now that you have re-tired.

Thank you again for your considerate and constant village of bee-hived url-isms and what ever it is you pay for now that you have re-tired.

Take for instance the state of repair in and around the Seattle Public Market.

Tourists love to have their portraits taken in front of our brass pig while the children are smiling in the sunlight and as the sun goes down, yet few of the serious moneybags come back at 3:59 am to check and see if their are any dead bodies or gobs of yellow black green and red spit on the inside downstairs alley of your Alibi.

I know this for a FACT, because I am often there ( having heard from a little bird that you like to visit the Theater District in search of Contributions to societal norms and the filtering of large scaled product lines hell bent for trade negotiations in far away places.)

Now there are... as any good travelling musican can tell you... plenty of multi-faceted colored jewels adorning the walls of the alleyway, and that is NOT the same as gum shoe on the side-board of a chalk walk.

Take for instance NADA SURF.

They have wonderful tonight impressions of caalifragilistic-X-p-alidotsheeiousknees and I would never dream of telling them what to wear on the stage I dare Say!!!!


Yet I cannot help wondering somehow if they feel like Billy Corgan and a rat in a sailor screw cuffed like they are against a wall sitting down when they should be right there with
JESSE SYKES SWEETHEREAFTER rocking on one big party stage in the middle of lake union with holographic dancing clowns in the sky.

Kind of makes me think of the sugar plum drop and teaching the corporate mega-monolithes the meaning of doing it again the old fashioned way???!!

I should hope the prognostications of I cannotfornications don't hinder the development of any foreing nation greats on the climb to the starts.... Whew!!! what a finish.

With wonder men like that continuing to return to Seattle to play to a door full of fans and a room with a view, you would almost think there were no poison clouds in the plan of the sky gods and no clutter of trash and refuse lying in the gutters near those houses on the hill.

And speaking of Houses on the hill, A.Birch Steen, I am in complete dis- agreement
with your nagging and whimpering style of mewing snipers who listen in on the elected board rooms of insta-lean and tidy knowl sani-potties pretending that they now control the scans of my peering smile like I don't know you are really a tighty nighty wrapped around PURRs little finger.

Thanks again Capital Hill for the great job and wonderous night lights... maybe in the future others will take heart and teach the world that it is the little things in the Stranger that we appreciate as we teach love every where and when....

except of course to under age required no children zones and creeps who spit bloody pus without Hatties hat on ....well, how should I say this discreetly...

PUT A CONDOM OVER YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU COUGH OR GET THE HELL OFF PUBLIC TRANSIT YOU G&*Y_PV%OVPYO()U:J?JB( JUJ!!!!!


Whew!!!...( i mean SHEESH!) I thought i was getting out of hand for a minute.

In and around neighbor hoods where I grew up, our neighbors were always polite and never used the N word.

We always contained waste in the proper recepticle and never spoke lies about mom and dad.

Also we never told secrets about our little affairs... you know those things only grannies know about when they are RAGING!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is true that it is easy ti enjoy the lingering after affects of high class society skills and the predicessory skills of early in and out the door ruminations while caring vicarriously about the protection of enforced law, yet I reitterate that the green belts have a responsible place in our city as well as in our suburbs so GET IT STIGHT!!!!! POOOPERS SCOOP YOUR SHIT INTO A TOILET NOT ON THE SIDEWALK OR THE شيةهىهسفقشفهخى ه

Posted by danielbennettkieneker | March 27, 2008 11:49 AM
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Dear God... a picture of Venus Delillo!!!

Who hears and remembers the shot heard around the world?

That book certainly wasn't written by Frank Herbert I can tell you!

On the other hand if this is our ever illustrious portrait of Gen Graves I have only one thing to say....

IMPOSTER!!!!

I know because I have seen with my own eyes the beautiful transition of faded newsprint devoid of glossy color when I was dreaming of 'The Stranger... Seattles Only Newspaper with ponytails' winning MY DREAM CONTEST as the paper with the "SLICK"! inseam and front to back side to side artwork.

This should satisfy all of the seamstresses who know about the runway and the fashions currently in tow through out the next generations space portals on the "telly", and with that I now pronounce it's time for something completely satisfying....

A RANT AT A. BIRCH. STEEN!!

Dear Editor of Public Morals and Standards...

and what ever it is your R now that you have re-tired.

Thank you again for your considerate and constant village of bee-hived url-isms and what ever it is you pay for now that you have re-tired.

Take for instance the state of repair in and around the Seattle Public Market.

Tourists love to have their portraits taken in front of our brass pig while the children are smiling in the sunlight and as the sun goes down, yet few of the serious moneybags come back at 3:59 am to check and see if their are any dead bodies or gobs of yellow black green and red spit on the inside downstairs alley of your Alibi.

I know this for a FACT, because I am often there ( having heard from a little bird that you like to visit the Theater District in search of Contributions to societal norms and the filtering of large scaled product lines hell bent for trade negotiations in far away places.)

Now there are... as any good travelling musican can tell you... plenty of multi-faceted colored jewels adorning the walls of the alleyway, and that is NOT the same as gum shoe on the side-board of a chalk walk.

Take for instance NADA SURF.

They have wonderful tonight impressions of caalifragilistic-X-p-alidotsheeiousknees and I would never dream of telling them what to wear on the stage I dare Say!!!!


Yet I cannot help wondering somehow if they feel like Billy Corgan and a rat in a sailor screw cuffed like they are against a wall sitting down when they should be right there with
JESSE SYKES SWEETHEREAFTER rocking on one big party stage in the middle of lake union with holographic dancing clowns in the sky.

Kind of makes me think of the sugar plum drop and teaching the corporate mega-monolithes the meaning of doing it again the old fashioned way???!!

I should hope the prognostications of I cannotfornications don't hinder the development of any foreing nation greats on the climb to the starts.... Whew!!! what a finish.

With wonder men like that continuing to return to Seattle to play to a door full of fans and a room with a view, you would almost think there were no poison clouds in the plan of the sky gods and no clutter of trash and refuse lying in the gutters near those houses on the hill.

And speaking of Houses on the hill, A.Birch Steen, I am in complete dis- agreement
with your nagging and whimpering style of mewing snipers who listen in on the elected board rooms of insta-lean and tidy knowl sani-potties pretending that they now control the scans of my peering smile like I don't know you are really a tighty nighty wrapped around PURRs little finger.

Thanks again Capital Hill for the great job and wonderous night lights... maybe in the future others will take heart and teach the world that it is the little things in the Stranger that we appreciate as we teach love every where and when....

except of course to under age required no children zones and creeps who spit bloody pus without Hatties hat on ....well, how should I say this discreetly...

PUT A CONDOM OVER YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU COUGH OR GET THE HELL OFF PUBLIC TRANSIT YOU G&*Y_PV%OVPYO()U:J?JB( JUJ!!!!!


Whew!!!...( i mean SHEESH!) I thought i was getting out of hand for a minute.

In and around neighbor hoods where I grew up, our neighbors were always polite and never used the N word.

We always contained waste in the proper recepticle and never spoke lies about mom and dad.

Also we never told secrets about our little affairs... you know those things only grannies know about when they are RAGING!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is true that it is easy ti enjoy the lingering after affects of high class society skills and the predicessory skills of early in and out the door ruminations while caring vicarriously about the protection of enforced law, yet I reitterate that the green belts have a responsible place in our city as well as in our suburbs so GET IT STIGHT!!!!! POOOPERS SCOOP YOUR SHIT INTO A TOILET NOT ON THE SIDEWALK OR THثشيةهىهسفقشفهخى ه

Posted by danielbennettkieneker | March 27, 2008 11:49 AM
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Please do not delete the sensational danielbennettkieneker. Preaze.

Posted by Mr. Poe | March 27, 2008 11:57 AM
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no, they're too long - please delete them.

Posted by Will in Seattle | March 27, 2008 12:12 PM
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Hey I have a better idea, delete everything Will in Seattle has ever said.

Posted by pencil riot | March 27, 2008 12:42 PM
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Whatever he's on, I want some.

Posted by w7ngman | March 27, 2008 12:55 PM
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whatever he needs, I dont have.

Posted by Bellevue Ave | March 27, 2008 12:58 PM
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Is this intentionally bad, in which case I can comfortably laugh at it, or is it unintentionally bad, in which case I'd hold my program up to my face and discreetly laugh? The proportions and anatomy are atrocious throughout.

Posted by Wolf | March 27, 2008 3:51 PM
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Soon to appear on stage with Rick Steves & Sister Wendy @ McCaw Hall this weekend - only more zaftig...check it out.

Posted by RHETT ORACLE | March 27, 2008 3:52 PM
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it's funny how no one ever comments on "current hangings" unless there's a nude woman

Posted by bjank | March 27, 2008 10:19 PM
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Like many of Currin's paintings, it's a portrait of his wife, Rachel Feinstein. She really looks like that.

Posted by Kathy Fennessy | March 27, 2008 10:28 PM

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