Iowa state Senate Majority Leader Mike Gronstal blocks an attempt to amend the state constitution to ban gay marriage...
Really, John, there's never been a better time to stop regurgitating drug-war talking points. The freakin' Economist is flat-out calling for an end to the drug war. Surely a reporter at the Seattle Times can take the risk of getting one fucking quote from someone who doesn't believe that growing pot should land someone in jail for nearly a decade.
I'll be on tonight, talking about The Different Kinds of People That There Are.
I believe this will be my first time on live radio (unless you count that time I called Loveline to talk to Joel McHale and "won" a "Durex Party Pack," which consisted of 45 condoms and a shot glass). Let the hyperventilating begin!
Interested parties can hear me talk at 8 pm on KIRO.
Yet another instance of something that must have consumed a remarkable amount of time but somehow seems completely worth it: A musical version of the lotion-in-the-basket scene from Silence of the Lambs told completely in stop-motion Lego animation.
I'd love to see a complete, open source-style Silence of the Lambs musical done by a series of different animators.
(Via.)
First, the two opening paragraphs of a press release sent by federal prosecutors to local media yesterday:
Jerry R. Berkey, 36, of Seattle, Washington, pleaded guilty today in U.S. District Court in Seattle to conspiracy to manufacture marijuana. As part of his plea agreement Berkey and the government agree to recommend a sentence of between 87 and 108 months in prison when Berkey is sentenced on July 10, 2009, by U.S. District Judge Marsha J. Pechman.
According to the plea agreement, over the last five years Berkey organized various marijuana grows with other co-conspirators, paying for the plants and equipment, paying the rent at various grow houses, and distributing the marijuana to buyers. Berkey admitted he was involved with growing more than 4,000 plants at five different locations.
And next, the first two graphs of John de Leon’s story in the Seattle Times:
A 36-year-old Seattle man, who federal prosecutors say organized several marijuana grow houses in Snohomish County, pleaded guilty today to conspiracy to manufacture marijuana. Jerry R. Berkey faces a prison sentence of between seven years and three months and nine years when he is sentenced on July 10 in U.S. District Court in Seattle.According to a news release, over the past five years Berkey organized marijuana grow operations in suburban homes with several other people. He would pay for the rent, plants and would distribute the marijuana to buyers. The news release said Berkey grew more than 4,000 plants at five different homes in Lynnwood, Everett and Edmonds.
Sure, reporters rewrite press releases all the time. When a restaurant opens, horse is saved, or known thief is caught, the press release is swell: No one is advocating to ban restaurants, kill pets, or let thieves run free. But John de Leon knows this press release—the government's victory over a terrrrrible pot grower—is pure propaganda. Rewriting this news release without additional reporting is shameful (even if you admit parts are taken from a news release). Obviously, there's a side to this story missing from the article. We have every indication that prohibition of pot and alcohol is toxic to society. When media covers any other onerous, failed policy, we expect them to do more than mindlessly bucket-brigade information from the prosecutors’ keyboards into the newspaper. Pressuring a pot grower into a plea agreement that puts him in jail for years is wasteful, ineffective, and cruel. Sending people to prison for years does nothing to reduce drug abuse, cut crime, or save our kids. And tons of people are willing to poke a hole in this sort of press release—the ACLU of Washington, the King County Bar Association, and numerous national groups have departments dedicated to pointing out how futile our pot laws are. Pick up the phone and talk to one those people, and include one quote that acknowledges this announcement, sent to every news outlet in town, is polishing a turd of failed policy. Instead, passing off this one-sided gibberish as news makes John de Leon at the Seattle Times the Stupid Fucking Credulous Hack of the Day.
A 29-year-old man was transported to Harborview with life-threatening injuries after he was shot in the chest in the Othello neighborhood earlier this afternoon.
From the Rainier Valley Post:
A 29-year old man was working on his car this afternoon behind Honest Jack’s Discount Auto Parts store at Rainier Avenue South and South Othello Street when witnesses say another man walked down an adjacent street and fired three to four rounds - striking him at least once in the chest.
It does not appear that police have made any arrests.
Barnes and Noble has just launched an ugly, ugly website called Blogging Booksellers. This is clearly supposed to be a way for the company to try to do that local bookseller thing that independent bookstores do, only with a whole lot of corporate control. It's allegedly a way for Barnes and Noble employees to share local book news. Using that hot new viral technique known as "blogging."
Of course, I don't think that B&N knows what a blog is, because these aren't blog posts so much as videos. Also, Seattle's Blogging Bookseller is a woman named Kirsty. Her local book news? You should read Silent in the Grave, by Deanna Raybourn. Raybourn lives in Virginia. But it's local because, um, Kirsty's from here!
And local bookselling is certainly important, isn't it, Barnes & Noble? Of course it is! Never mind the fact that you're responsible for hundreds—maybe thousands—of independent bookstores going out of business in America and around the world. It says right on your website, in faux-handwritten letters:![]()
Now I have a question: Is this irony or am I just sick to my stomach?
For everyone who's getting just a weeeeeee bit tired of the onslaught of twee films (think Adventureland, the upcoming Away We Go, and of course, Where the Wild Things Are), here's a fake trailer for Spike Jonze' next children's book adaptation, EVERYONE POOPS. It's twee-rific!
Did Mapplethorpe ever get that whip out of his ass?
Posted by Stupid White Man on April 7, 2009 at 2:34 PM
Why, Stupid White Man, I'm glad you asked that question in response to this morning's Mapplethorpe Saga Part One.
Because Part Two of our two-part series is about the famous aforementioned ass-whip self-portrait that Mapplethorpe made in 1978.
Here's what I wrote about that photograph in my story this week about new EMP director Christina Orr-Cahall's 1989 decision to cancel a scheduled Mapplethorpe exhibition:
In 1978, when Mapplethorpe photographed himself as a demon with a bullwhip dangling out of his ass like a tail, he was drawing attention to the demonization of the gay man. What he couldn't have known—he died just months before his show, which had already been exhibited without incident in Philadelphia and Chicago, was canceled in D.C.—is that artists were about to join the ranks of the demonized. Artists were an expedient way for right-wingers to get at the real targets: the same uppity women and gays who Moral Majority leader Jerry Falwell would later say brought on September 11.
The 1978 photograph was the ideal image to illustrate my article: difficult, but full of meaning.
After some internal hashing out, we came up with a plan to run the photo both in the paper and online. The plan was to show it full-size online, where a person could choose to click on it or not. But in the paper, to avoid losing distribution spots all over the city, we decided we'd run a ridiculously small thumbnail version in the middle of an expanse of white space on the art page, marked with an explanatory caption, something like this:
THIS IMAGE BEST ILLUSTRATES THIS PIECE It’s Mapplethorpe’s 1978 self-portrait. Having trouble seeing it? This is the largest version we are able to print out of consideration for the owners of local businesses that allow us to distribute our papers on their premises. You can see a larger version of this image at at thestranger.com/visualart, and debate whether or not we’re just as guilty of censorship as Christina Orr-Cahall.
I was satisfied with that compromise. I'd originally wanted the piece published normal size, inside the paper, next to the story on the art page (as it was, I later found out, in the Village Voice's arts section at the time of the controversy).
But we cain't always get what we want, and at least this solution was creative, transparent, and would inspire debate in a forum on which you would be able to see the image full-size if you wanted to.
We laid out the page and waited to hear back from the Mapplethorpe Foundation, which controls the rights to the image.
And the answer came back: No.
The reason?
"They are not in agreement with the following asessment, 'In 1978, when Robert Mapplethorpe photographed himself as a demon with a bull whip dangling out of his ass like a tail, he was drawing attention to the demonization of the gay man.' It is not the belief of the Foundation that this was Mapplethorpe’s intention, so they have suggested the attached image which was projected onto the side of the Corcoran and was subsequently memorialized as an ARTFORUM cover."
We ended up using the ARTFORUM image.
But we had to ask: Does the Mapplethorpe Foundation have no sense of irony?
And: Is this what Mapplethorpe would want?
(The reason the foundation knew about my interpretation is that we sent it to them: although we were wary, they said they needed to see what we were writing before they'd consider the request.)
So, who's the worst censor now?
So many options for you to consider.
Here's a link to a nice big glorious version of the image on Christie's web site.
At a meeting tonight, the Edmonds city council will discuss its plans to prohibit plastic bags in retail and other commercial outlets in the city. The council's community development committee will consider the proposal later this month, and, on April 28, the council will hold a public comment hearing.
The move appears to be inspired by the Seattle city council’s vote last June to slap a 20-cent tax on plastic bags. But the plastic-bag lobby, the American Chemistry Council, swiftly gathered petition signatures—somewhat disingenuously—to put Seattle’s bag tax up for a referendum. The measure is on the primary ballot in August.
If Seattle's experience serves as a lesson, the same coalition of pro-plastic advocates will undoubtedly attempt to repeal Edmonds’s bag ban if it passes—particularly because this would be a ban, not just a tax. And the process will be far easier in Edmonds. Seattle required 14,374 signatures to qualify the bag-tax vote for the ballot; however, according to Edmonds City Clerk Sandy Chase, an initiative in Edmonds requires only 15 percent of registered voters to sign the petition to qualify for the ballot. The city has 26,746 registered voters; that's 4,012 signatures. Considering the American Chemistry Council spent more than $238,000 in Seattle, the plastic bag lovers will surely spend what it takes to gather the relatively few signatures it takes to challenge a bag ban in Edmonds.
The Edmonds council appears undaunted by the opposition. In February, the council “voted on, and approved unanimously" plans to pursue a plastic-bag ban.
I'm a fan of theme art shows. I also spent a good chunk of my childhood watching TV. That's why I really enjoyed looking through the artwork on display at this blog. These are all pieces of art from "Idiot Box," a group show at Gallery 1988.
A huge collection of artists, including some cartoonists, have created interpretations of TV shows. The newest show, so far as I can tell, is Lost. There are a few Buffy and Seinfeld paintings. But most of the other works, including the genius MacGyver sculpture and "The Golden Seals," at left, trend toward 1980s television. There are several ALFs and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I'm kind of surprised by the lack of Night Court, though. Was I the only person who watched it? Night Court made a huge impression on me as a kid.
(Via.)
As explicated by dream human Rachel Maddow.
Thank you, Towleroad.
The craigslist advertisement for the Tweed-Clad Walking Club* is not an April Fool.
I would like to start a walking club in Capitol Hill for people to get to meet their neighbors, discuss topics of interest and of course to sport tweed. I love living in Capitol Hill, but it is not always the most neighborly of places. My vision for this club would be for anyone who is interested to meet up at a community garden or small park in the neighborhood, have brief intros, and then people could divide up into smaller groups based on topics of discussion (politics, music, film, literature, etc). We can then walk around our beautiful neighborhood and enjoy Capitol Hill at a human pace.
The would-be betweeded stroller writes:
So far the response has been pretty poor, but I think that is partly due to the fact that it was published on April 1st. I am going to repost soon so there can be no April Fool's confusion. Hopefully I will get more responses as the project will be self-defeating if the only people that attend are people I already know. Thanks for inquiring.
* Yes, indeed, two-block radius hack alert. We can't wait to see the Tweed-Clad perambulate past the office. Perhaps we will invite them in for a scotch with Birch!
Photo of handsome tweed jacket with "GUN CLUB" patch by Jilligan86 from The Stranger's flickr pool.
A post by Ben Smith on Politico:
Kal Penn, the actor who was a remarkably diligent, oddly well-informed campaigner for Obama, killed his character on "House" last night so the actor could take a White House job, EW.com reports.

Geez, does Obama have to grab ALL the talent? I really liked seeing Kal on House. Darn it!
Engadget reports that Segway and GM are joining forces to unveil the PUMA ("Personal Urban Mobility and Accessibility Project," which would technically be the PUMAP) tomorrow. It's supposed to be the new urban travel device. It can reach speeds of 35 miles an hour. Here's a shot of it:

It's basically a wheelchair with a windshield, isn't it?
It's not just the housing market that promised an eternity of unstoppable growth. The office market was booming in November:
Dan Ivanoff, Schnitzer West's managing investment partner, said the Seattle office market won't be oversupplied in the next two years, despite a number of spec buildings coming on line, because jobs, wages and population are still growing.
And still boom, boom, booming February:
Developer Schnitzer West will not build its 750,000-square-foot M5 Commerce Centre office building in downtown Seattle, and has put the property on the market, according to Dan Ivanoff, the firm's managing investment partner.
Ivanoff said the firm's original strategy was to acquire the land, design and permit the project, and then sell it. It had planned to construct the complex at Fifth Avenue and Madison Street only if it landed a substantial prelease, he said, and that hasn't happened.
Image by NBBJ.
The last meal "Chastity" had before writing this post? "Minestrone soup (canned), wheat thins, tea." Jobs applied for in the last seven days: "None!! (Census temp job starts this week.)" Number of weeks without full-time employment: 23.
Over the weekend, in an unexpected gesture, R took me to the Herbfarm for dinner. Though R deliberately intended for it to be lavish, the whole nine(!)-course meal felt like an extravagant and dated expression of financial excess. I knew R could afford it, but just the existence of such a menu seemed outmoded, never mind that every seat in the place was occupied.
The dining room is arrayed in ticky-tacky Victorian tea-room décor, and the meal began with the owner introducing all of the members of the kitchen and waitstaff—and their academic pedigrees—to the dining audience. (Fine dining has always been a bit of performance, no?) I’ve had my share of high-end meals, and was admittedly quite excited about the evening’s menu (unbelievably delicious), but the Herbfarm's atmosphere seemed to grate just a little against my denim and heels aesthetic.
R wore jeans right along with me. Still, I felt both under-dressed and under-aged for the venue; most of the diners were older married couples dressed in slightly frumpy formal wear. R and I were seated—“European style”—at a table with three other couples. To my left were an older couple celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary, kitty corner to us the classic specimen of a guy and his trophy girlfriend (platinum blond in an upholstery-like strapless dress), and across from us were a picture-perfect thirty-something doctor and his wife visiting from North Carolina for the wife’s birthday. As we sat down, we made introductions all around; the others inquired what special occasion brought R and I out to the Herbfarm. “Oh, she took care of my cats for a weekend,” was his droll reply.
Bad news in role-playing game land: Local Dungeons and Dragons publisher Wizards of the Coast is cracking down on people who are distributing PDFs of their games. They announced yesterday that they're suing 8 people from around the world for piracy. They're also pulling all PDFs of their games and cracking down on any people who are distributing older versions of D&D—versions which they don't currently sell themselves—on the internet, too.
This is not a wise decision to most in the gaming world. One big problem is that there are a bunch of smaller businesses that made PDF games (like Paizo) that were in effect supplemental material to D&D, and Wizards of the Coast has effectively put them all out of business because PDFs can be easily pirated. This seems like a ham-handed way to go about things.
(Thanks to Slog tipper Rich.)
...that the Police have your stash.
According to a police report, on April 3, Seattle Police officers recovered a duffel bag full of pot from the woods in Seward Park. The report says a wilderness guide—who was playing hide and seek with a group of school children in the park—came across the camo duffel bag filled with five and a half pounds of weed and called police.
"It’s really incredibly rare circumstance for us to have that amount of marijuana...found by citizens playing hide and seek in a park," says Seattle Police Department spokesman Sean Whitcomb. "It’s...very unusual for this quantity of marijuana to be found anywhere, much less Seward Park."
Whitcomb says SPD puts the value of the marijuana between $8,250 and $22,000, depending on the quality of the marijuana. Whitcomb could not confirm the weed's level of dankitude.
According to Whitcomb, the marijuana will now be incinerated. Which is the real crime here.
Yesterday, King County Council member (and county executive candidate) Larry Phillips sent out a press release all but taking credit for the state legislature's decision not to hold up light rail across I-90. (The legislature has been considering an amendment to the transportation budget that would delay light rail to the Eastside until 2024 or later). "Phillips raised alarm about state budget provisions that could delay East Link light rail, Legislature revises budget to keep light rail on track," the press release boomed.
The only problem: The state legislature may be considering an amendment to "keep light rail on track," but they sure haven't passed one yet.
A few minutes after blasting out his boasting press release, Phillips sent out another one, requesting that editors "kill the [previous] release" and apologizing for "the erroneous transmission."
The old one has lost consciousness.
Must be available Mondays and Tuesdays, of a cheerful disposition, laboring under the delusion that data entry is a means to getting ahead, and not a flake.
Seriously. No flakes.
If you're interested and available, email brendan@thestranger.com. And if you want to ask one of our current, conscious interns candid questions, let me know. I'll pass along some contact information.
No fancy, overwritten cover letters required—just an email with a little bit about yourself (age, schooling, work experience, what brings you to Seattle) and maybe a writing sample or two, if you've got one.
Thank you. As you were.
Do you know why the bells at St. James Cathedral ring every morning around 8:15?

It matters not one bit that the book was wrong about the future of the real estate market—that was not the measure of its success. The only thing that mattered when it was published in 2006 was how many copies it sold. The now is always eternal.
This post owes everything to Fnarf

Considering coming to Slog Happy at the Blue Moon on Thursday? Well here's a list of reasons why you definitely should!
*Paul's bringing free books!
*$2.50 wells!
*You get to wear a nametag!
*It's Lara's birthday!
*I'm bringing some kind of baked treats to celebrate Lara's birthday!
*75 cent schooners until 6:30 pm to celebrate Blue Moon's 75th anniversary!
*U-District Pagliacci will make and sell whatever kind of pizza sloggers vote for!
And, uh, the tech nerds next door just gave me a clipboard and piece of paper that says "New Slog Features Beta Testing Protocol 015" across the top. Beta testing? Like... the fish? Whatever. I don't speak geek. But it looks like some kind of sign up sheet and they told me to bring it to Slog Happy.
So come to Slog Happy on Thursday! It starts at 6 pm. It will be fun. Hooray!
The above photo is of Hank Reverman, original Blue Moon owner, behind the bar in 1934.