Seriously, I-never-can-keep-up-with-local-music-but would-be-interested-in-being-introduced-to-truly-great-local/catchy/handsome-pop-bands types: Throw Me the Statue will make your life better. And apparently, in spite of some successes, they still hang their own show posters.
Video from yesterday... Paul Constant interviews.
Tomorrow brings the verdict for the Pirate Bay trial in Sweden, which some have called "the most important case the file-sharing community has ever witnessed." In the meantime, Wired.com has an interview with the with author Anders Rydell, who wrote a book on the Swedish piracy movement, and who says of the trial, "This is a generational issue, a conflict between different ways of looking at and spreading culture."

Tonight on the Seattle Channel:
An Evening With: John Hodgman, Funnyman and Author
Premieres Thursday, April 16, 11:00 p.m.
John Hodgman, funnyman and author of The Areas of My Expertise, is back with, More Information Than You Require, book two of his Compendium of Complete World Knowledge. Hodgman is the Resident Expert on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and appears as the PC in the Apple computer ads. He is joined by his good friend singer/songwriter Jonathan Coulton ("Baby Got Back") for an unforgettable evening of comedy and song.
Sometimes a politician goes on a glad-handing trip and says all the diplomatic things he or she is supposed to say but ends up sounding like an insipid shill. For example, Obama is in Mexico City, where the issues of the day are immigration and rampant, murderous drug cartels.
"I think that President Calderon has done an outstanding and heroic job in dealing with what is a big problem right now along the borders with the drug cartels," Obama said on CNN.
But if by “outstanding and heroic,” Obama means that Mexico—with the help of $400 million in US funding last year—is pushing one of the most lethal, unproductive drug-enforcement programs in North America’s history, then, yes, it’s “outstanding and heroic.”
Shootouts and beheadings linked with the drug trade and enforcement killed a record 6,300 people in Mexico last year. Yesterday alone, a dozen people died in a shootout between troops and drug traffickers. The spike in violence coincides with Calderon's attempt to disrupt the cartels. The problem, of course, is that American nostrils are sucking up cocaine from South America, cocaine that is smuggled through Mexico. More specifically, our nostrils are paying top dollar for a cheap, minimally processed agricultural commodity—and poor farmers, cartel mules, and corrupt cops will do whatever it takes to get Americans those drugs to pay the bills.
(Note: Obama didn’t approve the funding, cartels are evil, and cocaine is really addictive stuff. Also, Obama is great, Obama is wonderful, and I would snort the corn out of his shit if I could only get my hands on the stuff.)
But, as Obama said during the campaign, “words mean something.” And he said, “The biggest risk we could take right now is to adopt the same failed policies and same failed politics...”
Um, Mr. President? You've admitted to using cocaine when you were young. And you're smart enough to know that, if you had been unlucky enough to get caught, the same policies you described as “heroic” in Mexico City—the never-ending war on drug growers, dealers, and users—would've landed your ass in prison. No Harvard, no Michelle, no White House. So you of all people shouldn't be running around saying that cracking down on cartels—and perpetuating the violence and injustice stoked by prohibition—is “outstanding and heroic."
Sanho Tree, a fellow at the Institute for Policy Studies, a D.C. think tank, has studied international drug policy for the past decade. He's one of the most knowledgeable people on earth about the international drug trade, so I asked him what the fuck to do about this mess.
“The solutions are counterintuitive,” says Tree. “Hands off is perhaps the best way to reduce the violence.”
“The cartels are looking for the upper hand, but by attacking all of them, it keeps them all off balance and they will each try to get the upper hand,” Tree says. “Rival cartels want to move in on each other and seize the best trafficking routes. Like a lot like open-air drug markets, you take one drug dealer off the street and create an open space, and rival dealers will fight it out for that space. So capturing cartel leaders actually increases violence.”
More from Sanho Tree after the jump.
There are plenty of reasons to be concerned. Still, you don't have to teabag anyone; as ExiledOnline and Eli Sanders noted, the most productive place to vent your anger is with A New Way Forward.
The Tea Parties were never about the little guy’s fight against big government or Wall Street. FreedomWorks did not uncork Santelli while the government was bailing out the banks. The FreedomWorks machine was idle while Citibank and GE pocketed their billions. (The latter, incidentally, a big donor to FreedomWorks).
...
How did the right-wing get people behind its absurd and unpopular economic platform of tax cuts, deregulation, status-quo health care, slashed entitlements and leaving homeowners to the wolves?Enter the AIG-bonus scandal and a steady trickle of news about the mismanagement of the bailout billions and the corrupt backroom cronyism that has guided the whole process, from the Henry Paulson era straight into the Larry Summers/Tim Geithner era. These developments, all under liberal Democratic governance, enraged a lot of people and muddied the waters of outrage — and policy.
The AIG-bonus scandal put a handle on the irresponsible government policies that the Tea Party movement was supposedly rallying against. What could be more irresponsible than allowing financial executives that got America into this mess to walk away with multi-million dollar bonuses lifted from taxpayer money? The same people who cost millions of Americans their jobs and homes were taking what was left of the kitty to ensure that they could maintain their mansions-and-yachts lifestyles.
Somehow, the Right twists this issue by getting people to focus their rage on the government and not the banker. The problem is the Left has been subdued, to put it mildly, in channeling rage at the bankers, in part because Obama’s economic team is the bankers and so far serves the bankers in programs that are corrupt, opaque and infuriating.
The Left should have been there to claim this genuine outrage from the very beginning. But it was late to the game. Until a new initiative called A New Way Forward began picking up steam a few weeks ago, a lot of people outraged by Obama’s economic policies had only one place to go: their local FreedomWorks Tea Party.
I'm no great fan of Summers. And it's worth remembering the entire TARP program and approach to the financial crisis was the last product of the W administration. The teabaggers deserve ridicule... for venting their anger in the wrong direction, to the wrong people and the wrong policies. The smart among us, who find the whole Wall Street Bailout a disaster, know the better place to protest.
Remember, if it weren't for the Bush tax cuts, we'd have a nice cushion—a Federal rainy day fund—to help cover the public costs of cleaning up this private sector epic failure. Or, as "They disgust me" reminded me today:
Even owner Linda Derschang agreed last month (in comments here) that her restaurant Oddfellows needed work in the food department. Since then, she and Ericka Burke, who was a partner in the venture, have parted ways, with Burke returning to concentrating on her (much-praised) Volunteer Park Cafe. Now brought in as a consultant to help with recipes and the menu: Matt Dillon. (He's also making Oddfellows' rillettes at the Corson Building.)

Meanwhile, at two years old, Derschang's pub/restaurant Smith is finally, actually good—not just good for drinking, but also, at last, full of good things to eat served by people who not only know what they're talking about but are actually nice. My review this week includes a past scene with a sighing, put-upon server that I still can't believe actually happened. She is gone, and now when you're there, you feel like the opposite of an imposition, which is how the whole thing's supposed to work.
Smith's menu has just changed—the new one's here. Some things that sound delicious: golden beets with radicchio, hazelnuts, and ricotta; grilled sardines with dandelion greens and fennel; spring lamb stew. Some things that were great that are still there: salt cod fritters; Cuban pork-and-ham sandwich; brick chicken with asparagus, potatoes, and romesco sauce. Now I am hungry.
Kelly O took the photo of the spoonbill at Smith, as well as some other especially great ones.
King County Prosecutors have filed assault charges against a 15-year-old boy for his involvement in a drive-by shooting in Othello Park earlier this week.
According to court records, five members of the Deuce 8 gang piled into a car and headed down to South Seattle Tuesday night, intent on getting revenge for a shooting earlier in the day.
As the group rolled past an apartment building on Rainier Ave S and S Fontanelle, records say, the car slowed down and the 15-year-old leaned out the window and fired two shots from the back of the car, striking a 21-year-old man in the bicep.
Police stopped the car later that evening and arrested four occupants, who were all between 14 and 18 years old.
When gang detectives interviewed the group of teens, the 15-year-old—who has previously been convicted for unlawful possession of a firearm—told officers he'd been targeted in another shooting earlier in the day near 23rd and Jackson and that the drive-by was retaliatory.
Prosecutors have also charged 20-year-old Alias Grihm, the alleged driver, for his involvement in the shooting.

Even though he's not the highest paid Sounders player, or second-highest, or third-highest (or fourth-, or fifth-), Fredy Montero has been the clear star so far: He's 21, he scored the first goal in Sounders FC history, he went on to score a total of three goals in the first two games, he was named Major League Soccer's player of the month for March, his photo was printed on tickets at last Saturday's game (at least on my ticket—above), and he's already endured the celebrity rite of passage of lurid headlines about him in the press. A couple weeks ago, a Bellevue woman accused Montero of raping and stalking her, and after the Sounders' first losing game on Saturday night, a drunk fan in the parking lot was heard shouting, "Fuck, Montero! Stop raping people and start scoring goals!"
As was first reported Tuesday by many news outlets, King Country prosecutors are not filing criminal charges against Montero because the woman's story doesn't hold up. All the reports contained the basic gist about contradictory statements/actions by the accuser (every story has the statements from authorities that basically say: this wasn't rape, this lady's accusations make little sense), but the Seattle Times has the best rundown of all the facts. Here's their story from yesterday—which includes a couple details I haven't found anywhere else, including the one-word reaction from the accuser to the news that prosecutors aren't pursuing charges, and the detail that on the first of the two incidents, when she slept at Montero's place in Factoria after getting too wasted to drive, she'd been offered a ride home and refused it.
Still, the most damning quote from the prosecutors is in the P-I story (and left out of the Times story): "In her own words, (the woman) fails to describe any forced sexual contact. Moreover, when (she) said 'no' the suspect complied with her request."
If you're obsessed with the Sounders (guilty!), and excited about being a guilt-free Montero fan again, read both stories.
They're out, along with a pledge from President Obama that his administration will not prosecute the CIA officers who carried out the acts these documents allowed—acts like water-boarding and "insects placed in a confinement box."
As always, Andrew Sullivan is worth reading for the damning summation:
This is what Hannah Arendt wrote of when she talked of the banality of evil. To read a bureaucrat finding ways to describe and parse away the clear infliction of torture on a terror suspect well outside any "ticking time bomb" scenario is to realize what so many of us feared and sensed from the shards of information we have been piecing together for years. It is all true. These memos form a coda to the Red Cross report, confirming its evidentiary conclusions, while finding exquisite, legalistic and preposterous ways to deny the obvious.I do not believe that any American president has ever orchestrated, constructed or so closely monitored the torture of other human beings the way George W. Bush did.
... and I'm not helping. But the real problem with yesterday's demonstrations is what's behind them. Of course they're foolish. As columnist Marc Cooper wrote on how to prepare for the demonstrations:
Go to a hobby store. Buy a scale model of a U.N. One-World-Government Black Helicopter and a tube of glue. Toss the model kit. Sniff the entire tube of glue. You're all set for the party.... are common folks actually going to dump Earl Grey into Santa Monica Bay because they are outraged, simply infuriated, by the marginal tax rate rising 3% for millionaires?
No. But, nutty as they are, the demonstrations are the saner, more public face of this:
The economic downturn and the election of the nation's first black president are contributing to a resurgence of right-wing extremist groups, which had been on the wane since the Oklahoma City bombing in 1995, according to a U.S. intelligence assessment distributed to state and local authorities last week.The report, produced by the Department of Homeland Security, has triggered a backlash among conservatives because it also raised the specter that disgruntled veterans returning from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan might "boost the capabilities of extremists . . . to carry out violence."
The next four years will see a spike in the poor-white persecution complex:
• More Dixie flags
• More hatred of fake urban sophistication ("the hipster" will fall even further to become a national buffoon on SNL and sitcoms)
• Fetishization of the rural (trucks and "outsider art," more urban people getting all righteous about their gardens and chickens and compost piles)
• A new fad for Southern cooking in restaurants and bars
• More nü-country songs about the guts it takes to "stay country."
And, if the economy doesn't get better soon, more crazy honkies meeting in sheds and basements in their spare time, publishing paranoid websites and stockpiling guns.
Oh, FOX:
For thousands of Americans, Tax Day was a moment to protest what they see as bloated budgets and a pile of debt being passed on to their children.For CNN, MSNBC and other media outlets, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to use the word "teabagging" in a sentence.
Teabagging, for those who don't live in a frat house, refers to a sexual act involving part of the male genitalia and a second person's face or mouth.
So when the anti-tax "tea party" protests were held Wednesday across the country, cable anchors and guests — who for weeks had all but ignored the story — covered the protests by cracking a litany of barely concealed sexual references.
Read the whole wonderful thing here. (Added bonus: the 793 comments!)
Did you know that in the 1930s, dogs wore clothes and had parties and could talk and occasionally rescued each other from date rape? It's true!
Thanks for the heads-up, Metafilter.
In this week's paper I write about Chris Jordan, a Seattle artist—maybe the most popular artist in Seattle, in fact—and an environmental activist who sometimes finds those two pursuits in conflict. He's also, as you'll read, sort of battling for his own soul.
Jordan creates his works by taking photographs of objects—say, bits of plastic—and then putting together hundreds, sometimes thousands, of those small photographs in Photoshop. The resulting images are circulated largely on computer screens, too.
A whole slideshow of his works is on the story page, where there's already a comment thread underway. The first commenter writes, "i dub him captain obvious." Decide for yourself. Story here, Jordan's own site here.
This is his newest work, just completed today.
Gyre, 2009, 8x11 feet in three panels
Depicts 2.4 million pieces of plastic, equal to the estimated number of pounds of plastic that enter the world’s oceans every hour. The plastic in this piece was collected from the Pacific Ocean.
Detail from the area under the wave
The New York Times announced today that it is going to be doing some (further) slimming down:
In a bid to save millions of dollars in annual costs, The New York Times plans to eliminate several weekly sections, with other parts of the newspaper absorbing some of the content, Bill Keller, the executive editor, said on Thursday.
Soon to be gone: Escapes, certain New York City and regional sections, the regular fashion spread in the Sunday Magazine, and (partly as a result of all these cuts) about 10-15 percent of the paper's freelance spending.
A whole blog dedicated to feckless layabouts.
Thanks to Jeremy for the tip.
Over at The Hill, Paul Armentano writes that the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws presented a mock check to the federal treasury for $14 billion dollars.

The check total represents the combined savings and tax revenues that would be generated by regulating the sale and production of cannabis like alcohol.“We represent the millions of otherwise law-abiding cannabis consumers who are ready, willing, vocal and able to contribute needed tax revenue to America’s struggling economy,” NORML Executive Director Allen St. Pierre said at a press conference at the steps of the general post office in New York City. “All we ask in exchange for our $14 billion is that our government respects our decision to use marijuana privately and responsibly.”
Look, I've known plenty of pot growers. Most of them are real nice folks. But it would great—fanfuckingtastic, even—if, rather than allowing pot dealers to pocket 40 bucks for every eighth-ounce of pot sold in this country, billions in tax money could go to paying for schools, health care, transit, treatment... I mean, hell, pot smokers would love to pay some more taxes.
This just in from Slog tipper Dan, who posted this report as a comment to my Librarian Day post on Line Out:
In honor of National Librarian Day I just busted some chick in a suit trying to steal a book about Trader Joe's from my library. She thought ripping off the barcode and call number would disable the alarm strip, but thought wrong! Warning to would-be library thieves, we embed the alarm strips deep in the materials, plus it's bad karma to mutilate and steal from public libraries... especially when we are facing 20 percent budget cuts!
Let this be a lesson to us all.
Charles Mudede heartily recommends:
Everything in Sin Nombre you have seen before in other films: Central American immigrants risking their lives to reach the promised land of North America; violent gangs and their absolute devotion to loyalty; and, of course, the brutal gang initiation—kicks, punches, blows, nose blood, moaning, dust, satanic laughter. You have seen the gangster with a gold heart, you have seen the gangster with no heart, you have seen the beautiful ghetto beauty with too much heart. And as you watch the film, you know very well what is going to happen, who is going to die, and how it will all end. But knowing all of this does not ruin the experience of watching the film—not one bit.
Read the whole thing HERE.
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Victoria Haven's Oracle 2 (2009), selenium toned silver gelatin print, 19 by 15 3/4 inches
These new little Vic Havens have that great feeling you get from Moholy-Nagy's Radio Tower Berlin or even the classic photograph of Tatlin's Third International.
Can a larger, historical meaning be made out of the fact that Charles Darwin and Abraham Lincoln were born on the same day, February 12, 1809? Can this accident be converted into its complete opposite, necessity? That is my question of the day.
I do! Do you?
John Madden has called his last game.
The 73-year-old former NFL coach, sportscaster and video game hawker is hanging up his microphone, possibly leaving us at the mercy of Al Michaels during the 2009 season.
Madden's legacy is perhaps best summed up in a text message I received from a friend this morning.
He was like a grandfather to [us]. Explaining things you already know, rambling on about old crooners, eating obscene amounts of food and occasionally drooling on himself.
I am of the generation that knows Madden for this:

Rather than this:
Still, I'm going to miss the nonsensical old coot.
Yesterday, I said I would select four 50-word essays by our readers and put them on Slog, allowing you, the Slog-reading public, the opportunity to decide who should get two free tickets to see David Sedaris on Thursday, April 30th.
I lied.
I picked six essays instead. I got so many great responses—from so many worthy people—that it's taken me an hour to get it down to these six, and many other entries were just as worthy. Thanks to everyone who sent in an entry.
So now it's up to you. Between now and 7 pm today, I want you to vote for the essayist you feel—based on need, originality, and humor—should win the free Sedaris tickets.
Should it be Essayist Number 1?
I’m knocked up and sans pleasure. I can’t drink, smoke, eat blue cheese, brie, or sushi. I’m starting to look like a wholphin. I pee nonstop, and wet myself when I sneeze. And sex hurts. I could really use a trip to a land of neuroses that wasn’t my own.
Essayist Number 2?
I should get the David Sedaris tickets because my friend Robin saw him in Virginia and had him sign a book for me. He wrote, "To Darren, a married homosexual who has anal sex in Washington - DS." I'd like to ask him to sign a book for her too.
Essayist Number 3?
I am lying in the grass reading Naked, by Davis Sedaris. It’s a hot Georgia day. The book is great and I am on a road trip; all is blissful. Why is the grass so itchy on my tummy? Hundreds of fire ants biting! The pustules lasted through Florida.
Essayist Number 4?
Paul Constant is going to select four essays. Fucking great. The most pompous and irrelevant book princess who was ever given a platform will largely decide who gets some promo tickets to see David Sedaris. Give me the tickets, and when I see Paul there, I will fucking punch him.
Essayist Number 5?
My Crap Year
Or
How to Lose Two Babies, Your Father, Your Husband’s Job and Herniate a Disc (Causing Constant Pain) in 365 Days
By Megen Strand
Dang. I never was very good at brevity.
Or Essayist Number 6?
Why give me free Sedaris tickets? Because as an awesome librarian I am also a financial martyr, forgoing lucrative careers in order to fight the good fight to preserve America’s libraries as the fan-fucking-tabulous places they are, hotbeds of both extreme liberal and conservative thought, free to all, welcoming everyone!
Cast your ballots here: