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Instant Karma Gonna Getchoo

David Schmader — Mon, 20 May 2013 11:38:26 -0700

Do not watch this video unless you want to see a man attempt to steal a woman's phone and then immediately get hit by a bus. (No gore, SFW, but still, BAM.)

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Wedding Crasher: Two Peas on the High Seas

Sarah Galvin — Fri, 17 May 2013 11:53:00 -0700

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Modern enough for the times, but old-fashioned enough to last forever.

Seventeen years ago, Gary Smith responded to a personal ad Joseph Givins posted in this very publication. The headline was "Two Peas Out of the Pod." On May 5, 2013, the anniversary of the day they met, they were married on the deck of the Skansonia, a historic ferryboat moored on Lake Union near Gas Works Park. The boat was crowded with friends and family sipping gin and tonics and getting their first sunburns of the season.

Two little girls marched solemnly down the aisle with the grooms' rings (Gary's was set with the diamond from Joseph's mother's engagement ring), followed by a crowd of kids who ran all over the deck of the boat waving streamers to Brian Eno's "Needle in the Camel's Eye." Joseph told me the parade of children was inspired by the opening scene of Velvet Goldmine.

The grooms appeared, accompanied by two mysterious figures in black spandex bodysuits and multicolored cummerbunds, who were twirling paper parasols. Under an arbor of white paper flowers, Joseph and Gary unwrapped one of the spandex-wearers to reveal Ed Haymaker, who was ordained just to officiate their wedding.

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Regarding the Singles House

Emily Nokes — Thu, 16 May 2013 17:37:49 -0700

Do you see what I see?

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Black Bloc Community Service

Brendan Kiley — Mon, 13 May 2013 17:00:20 -0700

This weekend I spent some time with Two Cheers for Anarchism by James C. Scott (whose Seeing Like a State: How Certain Schemes to Improve the Human Condition Have Failed, which I read as a student in Chicago, was a seismic event for my young brain).

This passage is in a chapter about how rules can be exercises in futility—improvisation, experimentation, stumbling, and mistakes are how people actually behave, from the time they learn to walk and talk to the time they're in the bloom of their lives. We get stuff done, he argues, precisely because we break the rules on a regular basis.

Workers have seized on the inadequacy of the rules to explain how things actually run and have exploited it to their advantage. Thus, the taxi drivers of Paris have, when they were frustrated with the municipal authorities over fees or new regulations, resorted to what is known as a greve de zele. They would all, by agreement and on cue, suddenly begin to follow all the regulations in the code routier, and, as intended, this would bring traffic in Paris to a grinding halt. Knowing that traffic circulated in Paris only by a practiced and judicious disregard of many regulations, they could, merely by following the rules meticulously, bring it to a standstill.

I love the idea of a protest based on the principle of scrupulously following rules to show how unnecessary and counterproductive they can be. Since May Day, I've also been talking with people about the idea of "Black Bloc community service."

For example: a pack of masked demonstrators amassing at Westlake, attracting a thicket of police in SWAT gear and nervous TV anchors, then calmly and efficiently conducting a free medical clinic. (Perhaps they could pull some support from the folks at Country Doctor.) Or leading a march that splits—one to a smashup downtown, the other to an underserved neighborhood, where the demonstrators do the heavy lifting to help built a community garden. Balaclavas, bandanas, furious weeding and tilling, wheelbarrows full of manure. (It would be hot as hell, but it would look good on the evening news.) Or a Black Bloc protest in which the windows of malfeasant banks were smashed while residential windows are lovingly washed.

Those might be impractical ideas. But something along those lines could be attractive to people who equate anarchism with nothing more than petulance and the kicking over of trash cans, and would merrily upend the usual public narrative about what anarchist demonstrators—particularly those in Black Bloc clothes—really stand for.

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Passenger Ejected from Plane for Singing "I Will Always Love You"

Bree McKenna — Mon, 13 May 2013 11:10:00 -0700

I just read about the passenger who refused to stop loudly singing an off-key rendition of "I Will Always Love You" during an American Airlines flight. She apparently worried the flight staff enough that they hand-cuffed her and had to make an emergency landing. Another passenger caught a secret cellphone video of her continuing to belt the song out as she was lead to the front of the aircraft in cuffs. The woman was not charged, and she claims that the incident was a caused by a bizarre diabetic episode, but American refused to fly the woman on to her destination and she had to make other arrangements.

To Catch a Thief (and Do Nothing About It)

David Schmader — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:51:37 -0700

From this week's I, Anonymous:

I saw you steal money out of that wallet. I did. I should have punched you right in the mouth and returned the money to the rightful owner as soon as I saw it happen, but I did not. I saw a lone wallet on the ground when I walked by the heavily grinding couple in the hallway on my way to a good piss, and while I was washing my hands, I saw you, girl, pick up that wallet. I thought you were looking for an ID, but you really just jacked all of the big bills in that other girl's wallet. You left the ones but took the big bills. I approached you and asked how much you scored from the wallet....

Read the whole thing (and berate/defend various parties) here.

A Metal Wedding: Jason Sachs and Erika Kriegsheim

Sarah Galvin — Tue, 07 May 2013 13:37:00 -0700

I had no idea what to expect at Jason Sachs and Erika Kriegsheim's metal wedding on 4/20. I was greeted at the door of Porchlight Coffee by a corgi wearing a tuxedo. Most of the human guests were in leather jackets and band T-shirts and looked metal as hell, though the music playing was an excellent love-song mix that included the Smiths and the Crystals. One guy had studded gauntlets and a black velour cape that billowed dramatically behind him when he walked. Copious amounts of Jim Beam and Rainier were served. I admired the candy altar: sparkling dishes of gummy worms and Skittles beneath a ram's skull surrounded by candles and flowers. I selected a worm reverently. A paper banner on the wall read "Ad Majorem Sathanas Gloriam."

"Originally, we were going to do some ritual bloodletting," joked the groom, who seemed charmingly overwhelmed with excitement. "I hope this ceremony doesn't bore you." It was actually adorable, officiated by the couple's friend Scarlett, who told the assembly how she'd known Jason and Erika for a long time and that it was obvious when they started dating that they were perfect for each other.

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I Shouldn't Do This...

Dan Savage — Mon, 06 May 2013 13:32:01 -0700

...but sometimes I can't help myself. An ongoing email exchange:

Hope you get AIDS Fagget

It's "faggot."—Dan

LOL commie

LOL illiteratie.—Dan

Best illiterate than a cock sucker with AID. Hope you get AID fag.

Let me help you with that: "Better illiterate than a cocksucker [one word!] with AIDS. Hope you get AIDS, fag."—Dan

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Ed McClain, "the Real Change Guy"

Dominic Holden — Mon, 06 May 2013 08:17:07 -0700

PHOTO BY BOB PETERSON. Courtesy Real Change
"Real Change? Thank you, sir. Thank you, ma'am. Have a nice day."

RIP:

Edward McClain, commonly referred to as “the Real Change guy” for his work selling the weekly street newspaper outside the Brooklyn Avenue Safeway, died Friday. He was 69.

McClain’s passing was announced on Real Change’s Facebook page Sunday afternoon. He had been a vendor for Real Change since 1995, working the same spot outside Safeway ever since.

UPDATE: A service for McClain will be held on Saturday, May 11 at 1 p.m. at University Temple United Methodist (1415 NE 43rd St, Seattle, WA 98105).

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Jason Collins Is the Envy of Straight Men Everywhere

Sherman Alexie — Wed, 01 May 2013 11:27:00 -0700

As a straight-boy jock, I have been showering with large groups of naked men for decades. And these showers have not taken place in bathrooms where we straight men yell at one another from modest private stalls. No, we athletes clean ourselves in large, communal Roman gladiator bathhouses. My high-school locker room's showerheads were placed so that we boys soaped up while facing one another. And we did this soaping while standing two feet apart.

In other words, I, Sherman, a heterosexual lifelong basketball player, have seen a lot more cock and man-ass than many gay men.

As I age, my cock is essentially the same one I owned in 1983. But my balls and ass are loosening and threatening to avalanche down my body. I think I'm an attractive man wearing clothes, but when I'm naked... well, let's just say that I'm grateful I have a pleasant face. And, grading on a curve, I'm actually a relatively fit middle-aged man. All around me in the health clubs, I encounter mountainous guts that make my chubby belly look like a foothill. I see butt cheeks that look like two Sasquatches playing tennis. I recoil from feet so gnarled, hirsute, and abused that a hobbit would suggest a pedicure.

So why do certain homely straight men worry that gay men are even remotely interested in sexually harassing their concave asses? If strange women don't amass in large numbers to jump your bones, then why would packs of gay men hunger for you?

And, hey, I don't mean to punish those folks who are not hot, hot, hot. The plain and the lovely deserve equal amounts of love. I am only talking about sexual objectification.

Sleeping with Strangers: The Overnight Shift at a Homeless Shelter

Rebecca Brown — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 16:47:02 -0700

MIKE FORCE

Once a month or so, I sleep with men.

Fourteen or 15 usually. We sleep on mats, the men on the floor of the gym and me on the floor of the storage room off the little kitchen by the gym. Before the men arrive, the other winter shelter host and I put the mattresses out on the gym floor and a chair beside each one so the men can put whatever they have somewhere. We get out juice and cheese and crackers and instant soup and peanut butter and jelly so they can make themselves a snack. Some of the men, as soon as they arrive, go straight to sleep, but some of them want to stay up and read the paper, if one of us remembers to bring it, or watch a video on the TV in the kitchen, though mostly we just hang around together.

Overheard on the Sidewalk

Brendan Kiley — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 13:58:50 -0700

Woman, talking to man: "See, that's the good thing about being married—you two can share a one-bedroom apartment."

If that's "the good thing" about marriage, our bank accounts are collectively busted.

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Yesterday, on Boston's Boylston Street...

Anna Minard — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 09:24:11 -0700

For a few minutes at least, $2 bills fell from the sky. It happened right where one of the bombs went off last week. The mystery money-flinger is still a mystery.

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This Week in I, Anonymous: Father Knows Best

David Schmader — Mon, 22 Apr 2013 10:22:21 -0700

From this week's I, Anonymous:

Over the first 16 years of your life, I had four jobs and was fired from all of them. My evaluations would say things like "The poorest work habits I've ever seen." I felt entitled to cheat, lie, use people, and hurt people (ask your mom) out of what I called anger. But it wasn't anger. It was self-pity. And its fuel was alcohol. Sound familiar? Dude, it runs in families. Your mother and your sister and I all wish we could force you to get sober, but all of us know it doesn't work that way. All I can say is that when I finally dumped alcohol, everything fell into place for me. And you're like me. I only hope it doesn't take until you're fifty-fucking-five years old to snap to the fact, because this show is getting hard to watch.

And from this week's I, Anonymous comments:

How nice for you that you got sober AFTER your children were grown. Ruin their lives with your alcohol-fueled abusiveness, then find sobriety in time for you to be able to enjoy the rest of your life. You deserve the pain of watching your son be the train wreck you created. Choke on it.

Get in on the context-free judgment of anonymous people's lives here.

What a Week

Eli Sanders — Fri, 19 Apr 2013 06:00:00 -0700

To start your Friday, a story about comfort dogs.

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This Week in Last Days: The Tragic Story of Mauricio Bell

David Schmader — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 10:08:26 -0700

Strewn among the week's tales of gun-wielding toddlers and ambitious heroin scams is this local horror:

FRIDAY, APRIL 12 In worse news, the week continues in Seattle, where today KING 5 News obtained surveillance video capturing the final moments of Mauriceo Bell, the 42-year-old Seattle man who died last Sunday morning in the downtown Metro bus tunnel, where he'd fallen on a moving escalator and was strangled by his clothes. "Surveillance shows him staggering, leaning on the rail for support, and towards the bottom, falling backwards," reports KING 5. "Bell died at the bottom of the escalator, strangled by his own clothing." Important fact #1: "KING 5 has found that particular escalator was not up-to-date on repairs and maintenance... Checking inspection reports on the state Labor & Industries website, it appears Metro owns and operates 78 escalators and elevators. In almost every case, the reports show required repairs not completed and boxes that would signify the work has been done not checked off. Some are weeks overdue, some months overdue. Some go back to 2011. KING 5 found only four out of 78 appeared to be up to date." Important fact #2: "Bell was a father of four and 'a good standup father,' his younger brother says, despite having a long record of run-ins with the law, mostly drug related," reports KING 5, acknowledging that police found a half-empty brandy bottle in Bell's back pocket. "But [Bell's brother] has a message to anybody jumping to conclusions about Bell's character or the circumstances of his death. 'No matter what you say about him, he paid taxes, too. He should have been able to trust his transit system,' he said. 'And isn't that what we're supposed to do if we're inebriated? Take the bus home? Take transit?'"

Condolences to the family of Mauriceo Bell, who will likely end up very sad gazillionaires.

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Eating From the Garden

Goldy — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 07:41:21 -0700

Goldy | The Stranger
Thinnings from my second sowing of radishes alongside an early harvest from my first.

I like radishes just fine and all that, but their real attraction is how fast they grow. While it's not exactly instant gratification, few vegetables go from seed to table quite as fast as radishes. Even faster if you eat the thinnings.

And that's what I had with my dinner last night: A spicy salad of radish starts and baby arugula (also a fast grower—that's why the French call it "roquette").

What are you eating from your garden?

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Did I Violate Paul Constant's Civil Rights With This Drone?

Eli Sanders — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 06:00:00 -0700

The other day, I used the Slog drone to spy on Paul Constant while he was reading in Volunteer Park.

Afterward, Mr. Constant took the matter to the high court of Twitter and declared:

My civil rights have been violated. RT"@elijsanders Slog drone vs. @paulconstant: slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/… "
— Paul Constant (@paulconstant) April 8, 2013

Mr. Constant said later that he meant his "civil liberties." Either way, a ruling seemed necessary.

So, I took the case of Slog drone vs. Paul Constant to an expert on robotics and the law, the Seattle City Attorney's Office, and the local ACLU. None of them could come up with a specific law that I'd broken by using this off-the-shelf Parrot AR.Drone to read over Mr. Constant's shoulder in a public park.

If you're concerned about where personal drone technology is going, you should take a moment to hear why.

I began with the expert on robotics and the law, Ryan Calo, who used to be with the Stanford Center for Internet and Society and is now at the University of Washington.

"In general," Calo told me, "one does not enjoy an expectation of privacy in public that society is prepared to accept as reasonable. But, there are limits. So-called 'up skirt' laws, for instance, prohibit certain deeply offensive photography in public."

The record in this case will reflect, however, that I did not use the drone to look up Mr. Constant's skirt. And, Calo adds: "I would note that Paul's civil rights were probably not implicated as you are not a government actor."

This was private drone vs. private citizen action.

And the legality of such private drone vs. private citizen action, Calo said, "would vary by jurisdiction."

Which led me next to the people who handle this jurisdiction.

"The Washington Privacy Act restricts audio recording of certain conversations without consent of everyone involved," said John Schochet, spokesman for the Seattle City Attorney's office.

That's interesting, but this drone doesn't record audio. Just video. Of Paul. From above. While he's reading.

"I’m not aware of any Seattle law that would prohibit taking still photographs or silent video of someone in a public place," Schochet told me.*

Next, I got in touch with the Seattle office of the ACLU.

When it comes to drones operated by private individuals, spokesman Doug Honig told me, "there is no specific law that regulates how personal drones may be used in public—excepting Washington’s 'two-party consent' law [aka the above-mentioned Privacy Act], which means they cannot record audio without someone’s permission. There are, however, laws which limit the ability of people to invade the privacy of others in public places—anti-stalking laws, laws on voyeurism, etc.—and individuals who believe their privacy has been invaded by private use of drones could bring civil tort actions."

Honig and the ACLU, like many others, have lately been more focused on potential government uses of drones. That's because, as he told me:

Government entities have far greater powers than private individuals, and without strong regulations, there is the clear potential for government misuse of drones in ways that would harm people. The ACLU was very disappointed that legislation to provide reasonable regulations for government use of drones statewide, which had strong bipartisan support, did not pass in Olympia due to opposition by Boeing. We will continue to push for legislation next session in Olympia.

Still, it doesn't take much imagination to see that as more people get their hands on personal drones, these personal drones are going to become as big an issue as government drones. Personal drones, Honig said, "provide greater abilities to invade privacy than has traditionally been available to photographers, and we would welcome the evolution of case law on torts to apply to uses of drones. We’ll be watching this issue closely."

*Schochet did suggest I check to see whether the Seattle Parks Department has any rules about personal drone use. I haven't heard back on that one yet.

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Wisdom Tooth Weekend: Songs For Percocet and Pain

Megan Seling — Fri, 12 Apr 2013 10:48:49 -0700

UUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH. On Wednesday I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled and I am NOT excited about it. I've never had a tooth pulled before. I hate going to the dentist. I'm terrified.

Thankfully I have a very radical husband who'll help take care of me by making sure the house is stocked with frozen yogurt and pain meds, and I suppose I could look at the bright side and be stoked about the fact that I can catch up on my Netflix queue (it's excusable, ney, preferable to watch shit like Bridalplasty when high on percocet, right?), but until it's time for naps and drugs, I'm filled with anxiety. What if my teeth don't come out? What if ALL my teeth come out?* What if my whole jaw comes off? What if I wake up during the surgery? WHAT IF I DON'T WAKE UP AT ALL!?

Wedding Crasher: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do

Sarah Galvin — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 10:40:00 -0700

Jeff DiFranco and Ben Smith were married on a spring day so perfect, the Mount Baker Community Club's parking lot looked habitable to Disney forest creatures. Watching the guests take pictures of each other under the flowering trees that surround the building, I couldn't believe that until recently this would not have been a legally recognized marriage. Inside, guests drank wine under the season's first lazily spinning ceiling fans. "So, are you with the bride's family or the groom's?" someone asked me. "I mean—ha, I can't believe I said that." There was a general atmosphere of stunned joy. Everyone in attendance seemed on the verge of tears.

The ceremony was officiated by the elegant David Schraer, a local architect. Friends read from the Massachusetts Supreme Court ruling on Goodridge v. Department of Public Health and The Mirror of Clarity by Saint Aelred of Rievaulx. After the ring exchange, Abba's "I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do" was drowned out by applause.

I tried Ben's "Cali Cooler" and Jeff's "Fruti Fizz" at the bar, and ate delicious beans from Madres Kitchen catering, which I was disappointed to learn were unusually large, well-seasoned limas, not some rare miracle bean. I met a mycologist who had been in a marching band with Ben and who told me about a fungus that causes people to hoard cats.

Would you like The Stranger to crash your wedding? Send your wedding invitation to weddingcrasher@thestranger.com!

“If the Bible really says this about gay people, I’m not too keen on trusting what it says about God.”

David Schmader — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 09:54:51 -0700

A formerly church-loving college kid writes "an open letter to the Church," invoking Macklemore, marriage equality, and the need to embrace change.

My point in writing this isn’t to protect gay people. Things are changing—the world is becoming a safer place for my gay friends. They’re going to get equal rights. I’m writing this because I’m worried about the safety of the Church. The Church keeps scratching its head, wondering why 70% of 23-30 year-olds who were brought up in church leave.......[M]y generation, the generation that can smell bullshit, especially holy bullshit, from a mile away, will not stick around to see the church fight gay marriage against our better judgment.

Whole thing here. Thank you, Metafilter.

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Co-Workers Clipping Fingernails: CONDEMN OR ALLOW?!?

Wm.™ Steven Humphrey — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 15:16:00 -0700

CLIK. CLIK. CLIK.

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Slog Drone vs. Paul Constant

Eli Sanders — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 06:00:00 -0700

As mentioned, the Slog drone recently spotted Stranger books editor Paul Constant as he was reading in the park.

Some have been wondering what recreational uses this drone might be put to aside from going up and coming back down, and here is one: It can hover on over to Paul, flip from its nose camera to its bottom-mounted camera, and then peer down at Paul's filthy, filthy reading material.

What should the Slog drone do next?

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Light Slogging From Me Today

Dan Savage — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 14:48:30 -0700

I'm writing a column, finishing a review, and doing a podcast today—so not on Slog. Sorry about that, Slog. But I didn't think Sloggers should have to wait until tomorrow to see this. Why do crunches when you get get a hot shirtless Russian dude to punch you in the stomach over and over and over?

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A Few Good Reasons Not to Fear Personal Drones (For Now)

Eli Sanders — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 06:00:00 -0700

The Slog drone may have stared down a Seattle Police Department waterfront spy camera last Friday, but commenter Greycat is unimpressed with video of the encounter:

It's a very good point. (And one that I tried to make here.) The abilities of today's personal drones are actually quite calming when you see them displayed, in the sense that they're so far from our worst fears.

The Parrot AR.Drone, for example, is easily pushed around by light breezes. That's one reason I kept the Slog drone—a Parrot—well away from the SPD waterfront camera and nearby power lines, and instead just sent the thing up above an empty patch of grass, turned it to look at the SPD camera from a distance, and then set it back down. (It's also a reason that the promise of newspaper delivery via Parrot is a joke, for now.)

Specs from the SPD's cancelled drone program. (Click to enlarge.)

The Draganflyer X6 drones that the SPD wanted to use had similar limitations, by the way.

Documents made public during the controversy over the now-cancelled police drone program show that the SPD's Draganflyers wouldn't have been able to handle winds over 18 miles per hour. I was also told they couldn't be flown in strong rain. Which means a lot of Seattle days would have been no-fly days for those much-feared SPD drones.

If these machines can't even handle regular Seattle weather, and have to wait for a windless and sunny day in order to be in top form, why worry about them?

Because of their potential. These weather-related problems and many others—including the drones' short battery life—are likely to be solved relatively quickly. When that happens, if we haven't thought seriously about where we do and don't want to encounter personal drones, and what they should and should not be allowed to do, then we'll be unhappy people.

As it already stands, even with its limitations the Slog drone is capable of creeping up on Paul Constant. (Video proof coming on Monday morning.) Plus, this:

You've been warned.

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Different Kinds of Silence on Top of Queen Anne Hill

Christopher Frizzelle — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 11:07:06 -0700

Brian Weiss

This never saw the light of Slog last week, but it's wonderful and you should read it—Kary Wayson's autobiographical prose/poetry hybrid "City of Secrets." It's especially wonderful if you have any interest in solitude, demolished buildings, grocery store encounters, and family secrets.

Where and How Do You Buy Your Liquor?

Anna Minard — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 14:21:21 -0700

Ever since we privatized liquor sales in Washington State, people have been slowly figuring out new liquor-buying routines. And I haven't figured it out yet at all. I don't tend to go to the former state stores that have now become liquor marts because the now-higher prices are still so jarring and I rarely see sales like I can find at a grocery store. But the selection at most grocery stores is totally abysmal and frustrating. Surely I am not alone in this? (I am admittedly kind of a doofus, but still.) This weekend, a reader wrote in to ask if we'd considered reviewing liquor stores, and it's a fucking great idea. But where to start? I, for one, would appreciate a little crowdsourced knowledge of the new boozescape. Where do you buy your liquor? Who has the best selection? Who has the best prices? Are there any tricks? (Other than setting up your own still, please.) Or is everyone just going on massive liquor runs to California every few months?

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Not Forgotten

Dan Savage — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 13:12:54 -0700

The First-Ever Wedding Crasher!

Sarah Galvin — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 15:15:15 -0700

Introducing Wedding Crasher: in which a writer from The Stranger comes to your wedding, drinks (only their fair share) of your booze, dances to your music (whatever it may be), and celebrates your love (ditto)! Would you like us to crash your wedding? Send your wedding invitation to weddingcrasher@thestranger.com!

Upon my arrival at Adam Swan and Karam Yousef's wedding, I handed the groom—who happens to be the keyboardist of Truckasauras—a wicker basket of wedding gifts, including a bottle of lavender liqueur and a book of Dale Chihuly postcards. He was so excited to show me the majestic three-foot-high wedding cake that he didn't even look in the basket. The cake was covered in purple and gold swirls of frosting and topped with plastic bobbleheads of Adam and Karam...

MORE WEDDING CRASHING! > > >

JENNY JIMENEZ
NEWLYWEDS Cutting the cake with a sword.

The Sad Women of Alaska

Charles Mudede — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 08:18:21 -0700

Anchorage Daily News

Alaska women earn less than men, were imprisoned at a higher rate during the last decade and are committing suicide at a rate twice the national average, according to a new study released Tuesday.

Most bizarre of all, a Republican state senator (Lesil McGuire) was shocked to learn that women have it hard in a state that's governed by Republicans.

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