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Friday, May 22, 2009

Dicks In Bars: A Growing Public Menace

Posted by Dan Savage on Fri, May 22, 2009 at 2:07 PM

[Posted yesterday; reposted now for the hell of it.]

When I heard that the Washington State Liquor Control Board—which long ago outlived its uselessness—was doing all it could to shut down the Eagle, a dark & dirty gay bar that's been on Capitol Hill for 25+ years, I was annoyed. Why was the LCB—in cahoots with the SPD—trying to shut down what would, in any other city, be a tolerated/beloved dark & dirty institution? It might not be a place that the mayor would take visiting dignitaries, but it wouldn't be a place that the city and state would spend tens of thousands of your tax dollars trying to shut down. Then I saw exhibit A in the LCB's case against the Eagle:

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An LCB agent took this picture at the Eagle. If you look closely you'll notice that the dick of the fourth man from the left is clearly visible. Actually it probably wasn't clearly visible—the Eagle is a dark bar—until the LCB agent took a flash photograph of it. But it's clearly visible in this flash photograph. Well, actually, it's not clearly visible in the flash photograph. You can barely see the thing. (The dick is so hard to see that I don't even need to hide this photo behind the jump.) But to make sure we can all see the dick the LCB report includes the original shot plus a bonus blow-up shot of the dick at the Eagle. You can see the LCB's big dick pic—NSFW—by clicking here.

Disgusting, right? But in all honestly my first reaction was typical knee-jerk Seattle liberal stuff. "Thanks to the hard work of the LCB," I grumbled to one of my coworkers, "more people will have seen this dude's dick—in the LCB's report, on our website when I post it—than would've seen it if that dude had spent the whole summer waggling it over the balcony at the Eagle. Our tax dollars at work!"

But a journalist is trained to look at issues impartially. (At least that's what trained journalists are always telling me.) So I decided to take a step back and consider the full implications of dicks in bars like the Eagle. Yes, one could argue that trying to shut down the Eagle—and throw bartenders and barbacks out of work—is a huge waste of public money and manpower. One could point out that the same state that paid an LCB agent to sniff out cock at the Eagle just kicked 40,000 people off the state health insurance rolls to close a budget gap. One might be tempted to mention that the same state disseminating cock shots via public records is slashing funding for higher education. And one might be so petty as to point out the brazen disregard for state law displayed by an agent of the state here: the man on the balcony at the Eagle is wearing a Utilikilt and "up-skirt photography" is illegal in Washington state.

But what about people who don't want to see dick at the Eagle? Imagine an innocent patron with no interest in dick innocently enjoying his beer at the Eagle. If he had looked up at just the wrong moment—say the moment the LCB agent's camera's flash went off—that innocent Eagle patron would've been exposed to dick whether he liked dick or not.

I can hear you snickering. But it's just not fair to assume that every man who goes to the Eagle likes dick. Don't stereotype gay men like that. Not all of us like dick. Some of us like opera. And, yes, the Eagle is a dark & dirty gay bar and everyone who enters it—and you have to be at least 21 to enter the Eagle—knows what the place is like. But if even one Eagle patron was exposed to dick against his will, well, we can all agree that that would be one Eagle patron exposed to dick too many.

After I came around to the Liquor Control Board's POV on this—dicks in bars are menace and preventing dicks in bars is a wise use of public funds—I began to wonder if dicks were a problem at other bars in the area. To find out I went on a bar crawl yesterday during happy hour and what do you know? I saw dick pretty much everywhere I went. And I took pictures. Now I want our website to be SFW—unlike the NSFW reports the LCB cranks out—so I've covered up the dicks in these shocking photos with the faces of the unsung heroes working hard to protect us all from dicks in bars. Lorraine Lee, Roger Hoen, Ruthann Kurose are the three sitting members of the Washington State Liquor Control Board. You can read more about their thrilling exploits here and you can email them here to thank them for protecting you from the sight of dicks in bars and on blogs. (But the NSFW versions of these photos can be found after the jump for any dick fans out there.) Here we go...

Dick at O'Asian, a bar across the street from City Hall popular with city hall staffers:

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Dick at Collins Pub, a bar frequented by deputy mayor Tim Ceis:

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Dick at the Spitfire Grill, site of Christine Gregoire's election-night party:

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I have to say that I was shocked—shocked—by all the dick I found running around town yesterday. (And I was shocked when I got back to work and downloaded the photos and realized that all the dick I saw seemed belong to the same dude. I think this dude might be stalking me.) But what shocked me most was the fact that not once, not in any of these bars, did the staff seem to notice or care that an innocent patron—me!—was being exposed to so much dick. Not even at Spitfire, where the dick was exposed by the windows. Innocent passersby could see it! I thought about going to the LCB's website and filng a complaint when I realized that I was right across the street for city hall. So I rushed to council chambers to speak with my elected representatives about all these dicks everywhere and—no way!

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Dicks in city hall? Right outside council chambers? Is nowhere safe from this growing menace? And what about the children?

Before I went out yesterday and investigated the dicks overrunning our city I might've argued that bars—gay and otherwise—are open to the general public and a bar's owner and staff can't realistically be expected to police the behavior of all of their patrons at every single moment. Now I know better. The sheer amount of dick in our bars is shocking and I am now convinced that the LCB and the SPD must act to protect us all. But they can't fight this fight alone. That's why I'm deputizing you, Slog readers, to help me and the Liquor Control Board and the Seattle Police Department beat back these dicks off before its too late. LCB agents and SPD officers can't be everywhere. So if you see a dick in a bar do something: Take a picture of that dick and email it to me. I will share your dick pics with the brave men and women of the LCB.

Of course if we find dicks in every bar in the city that will put the LCB in a difficult position indeed. If there are dicks everywhere and not just in a dark & dirty gay bar on Capitol Hill—dicks at the lobby bar at the downtown Sheraton, dicks at Fox Sports Grill, dicks at the Wildrose—then the LCB will be faced with the prospect of shutting down every bar, restaurant, and tavern in the city. And I can't imagine that they'll do that. But it's a risk we'll have to run because we can't have dicks in bars. So go out, watch for dick, and if you see dick—or if your dick slips out of your trousers—take a picture and email it to me.

Together we can make Seattle's gay bars safe for women and children.

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Miss CA's Mom

Posted by Dan Savage on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 7:21 PM

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Remember that story about Miss CA's mom dating a woman and how it couldn't be believed because it was in some awful tabloid rag? Well, it's not just in some awful tabloid rag anymore.

Mary Henry, 1913-2009

Posted by Jen Graves on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 7:16 PM

I am truly sad to report that abstract painter Mary Henry died Wednesday.

My 2007 feature on her is here. Below is her Still and All (1997), acrylic on canvas, 60 by 72 inches. More images of her paintings are here.

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"You Are What You Eat"

Posted by Erica C. Barnett on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 5:19 PM

The photos in this gallery—a series of images by photographer Mark Menjivar of the interiors of refrigerators in homes across the US—are simultaneously impersonal (the photos depict still lifes, with the only implied human presence being the hands that arranged them) and incredibly intimate (the shot of the fridge containing an open Pepsi bottle filled with water, some miscellaneous bread products, and an unmarked paper bag—belonging to a botanist who "feels more comfortable among flora and fauna ... than people"—just kills me. There are a thousand stories in every refrigerator—of late nights (the San Antonio bartender who goes to sleep every night at 8 am and subsists on food from Styrofoam cartons), family life (the San Angelo, TX construction worker whose wife gets up every day at 4 am to feed their family, whose fridge is crammed with jalapenos and potatoes), and of seeming loneliness (a San Antonio "street advertiser" who lives on $432 a month and whose refrigerator contains a black plastic convenience-store bag and a jar of mayonnaise). A few of my favorites:

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Carpenter/Photographer | San Antonio, TX | 3-Person Household | 12-Point Buck

801e/1242951276-fridge2.jpgDisabled | Marathon,TX | 2-Person Household | Weighed 390lbs earlier this year.

8c31/1242951343-fridge3.jpgShort Order Cook | Marathon,TX | 2-Person Household | She can bench press over 300lbs. |

Via Sociological Images.

Cross-posted.

The Other Capitalism

Posted by Charles Mudede on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 4:58 PM

From HuffPost, more bad news for the GOP:

In seven short years, the American electorate has radically changed, as voters' priorities have shifted to the economy and away from such wedge issues as abortion and gay rights, as well as away from the threat of terrorism and from the war in Iraq, according to a comprehensive survey released Thursday morning by the Pew Research Center.

From 2002 to 2009, voters' partisan identification has moved from virtual parity — 43 percent Republican and 43 percent Democratic at the height of George W. Bush's popularity in the immediate aftermath of 9/11 — to a massive Democratic advantage today of 53 to 36, a 17 percentage point split, by far the largest difference in the past two decades.

I could not help but notice a connection between the shift mentioned at the beginning of this article, a shift from hollow wedge issues to substantial economic ones, and an older notion about the cosmopolitan effects of capitalism. This notion goes all the way back to 1730s, to Voltaire's description of the London Stock Exchange.

Go into the London Stock Exchange — a more respectable place than many a court — and you will see representatives from all nations gathered together for the utility of men. Here Jew, Mohammedan and Christian deal with each other as though they were all of the same faith, and only apply the word infidel to people who go bankrupt.
This cosmopolitan side of early capitalism—which, with the Scientific Revolution and the French Revolution, transformed Europe and established a long-lasting belief in limitless progress—a bit of this older and progressive capitalism can be seen in the current melting of wedge issues by economic concerns.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Posted by Dominic Holden on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 4:52 PM

God must hate Referendum 71. Let’s put aside the legal, temporal, financial, and personnel challenges its sponsors face. Instead, let’s look at their new spatial challenge. According to state law, all petitions must be printed on one piece of paper and contain a “readable, full, true, and correct copy of the proposed measure printed on the reverse side of the petition.”

So petitions for Referendum 71, in this case, must include the entire domestic-partnership bill it attempts to repeal—which is 114 pages long. That’s right, they have to print a 114-page piece of legislation (.pdf) on one piece of paper.

It seems impossible. But David Ammons, a spokesman for the Secretary of State’s office, says referendum sponsors could print the petition on a very, very large piece of paper.

Large bodies of text have been printed on petitions before--but nothing like this. Initiative 1029, which concerned health-care workers, ran a petition last year that included the equivalent of 21 regular pages of copy. “They took a large piece of paper and folded it four times,” says Ammons, adding the text was in minute six-point type. “If the text got too small [on Referendum 71] … it would be subject to challenge,” he says. Referendum 71, however, contains more than five times the text as 1029.

The petition “is under design at the moment," Gary Randall, a board member of Protect Marriage Washington, writes on his blog. "Our printing costs will be unusually expensive.” He then asks people to donate.

Shannon Harps' Killer Pleads Guilty

Posted by Jonah Spangenthal-Lee on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 4:45 PM

James Anthony Williams has pleaded guilty to the murder of Shannon Harps, who was stabbed to death outside of her Capitol Hill apartment on New Year's Eve 2007.

Williams is scheduled to be sentenced on May 28th. He could face between 27 and 35 years in prison.

"Where is The Lord of Death?"

Posted by Paul Constant on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 4:31 PM

a42f/1242934710-6a00d8341e589c53ef01156fa4ee35970c-pi.jpgOne of my favorite features of Seattle Mystery Bookshop's blog is that they frequently ask visiting authors to write a guest blog.

This post, by Glen David Gold, author of Sunnyside, is the best of the series thus far. Here's the self-promotional bit:

Sunnyside is, by the way, about Charlie Chaplin at the end of World War I. It's also about how the birth of modern entertainment, the rise of America as a superpower, the secret link among the media, the movies and the military. And dogs. There are many many dogs in the book, one of them appearing simultaneously with a flamethrower. And —

Uh-oh. One of the clerks has just said "Get rid of 'em."

But there's much more. Go over and take a look. I don't know why every bookstore doesn't do this.

Savage Love Letter of the Day

Posted by Dan Savage on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:50 PM

Long time reader, first time mailer, and hopefully you'll respond to my dilemma. This is tough because I'm super fucked up at the moment; drugs, booze, uppers, downers... you name it, and that's probably why I'm mailing you. I know you don't get a chance to answer all of these, but you would be doing me a solid. I'm even including pictures to sweet the deal. Anyways, I'm 22, male, and... straight?

Anyways, I was out at an after hours club and I met this guy. He was cool, we shared a smoke, talked about how many girls we banged, did some drugs together; typical guy shit. Odd thing was, and keep in mind I did an 8ball tonight, when I was talking to him I had the urge to kiss him. I get this feeling around a lot of people, men and women; Before you go saying I should find a nice gay man to test the waters out, I've already had a homosexual encounter, in fact it was my first sexual encounter. I was at a family friends house when I was 9 or 10, and the son and I were playing around upstairs. I don't know who initiated it first, but we ended up giving each other blow jobs. I don't even know if I got it up, but I do remember we called it milking the cow. Some weird way to justify what we were doing to each other. We are still good friends, but we have never, ever, brought up what happened that day. But ever since that experience I have been exclusively heterosexual.

I've contemplated hooked up with guys, but never actually gone through with it. I'm attracted to all people, but I only want to sleep with girls. Asian girls to be precise. However, I keep thinking to myself that petite Asian girls are just one step away from petite guys; no tits, small asses, virtually indistinguishable from dudes when you're doing it doggy style. I participate in competitions with male buds to see "who can hook up with more girls," point system and all, and I love it when I win. I've never had the urge to sleep with any of them, but I know that if I did none of them would be shocked. Girls I know don't think I'm gay, they think I'm a huge asshole who just uses women for sex. However, I get hit on by guys at clubs all the time and walking on the street, but again I have no interest in them. I love girls: eating them out, fucking them, hitting on them, playing with them; everything. But every now and again, I just want to make out with a guy. Just as fast as I want to make out with them, I then lose the feeling.

I know I sound like I'm bitching about a lot, but I get gregarious when I'm high. Anyways, you rule and you need to be on Real Time more often. I love the episode when you wear the Queen's University Varsity Jacket, Canada represent. I'm voting liberal in the next election just to sweeten the deal for you to answer my email. I usually vote green, but that is throwing away my vote. Hell I'm going to add some pics to further sweeten the deal. If other gay guys hit on me, I'm sure you would. I just need some advice.

Liking Other Senses Transition

Don't be so sure, LOST. I'm not generally into hard-core druggies—8balls?—and I'm never, ever into to dudes who smoke. But thanks for the pics and here's a little advice for you: Stop smoking. You're straight. Stop doing so many fucking drugs. Diddling a cousin when you're both 9 doesn't count as a "homosexual experience," it's just "playing doctor." (Or milkman.) The women who've told you you're an asshole are 100% right about you, LOST, but you can turn that around—no more hook-up contests, no more using women just for sex. Use 'em for sex, of course, but not just for sex. You gotta treat 'em like people, not points.

And the next time you wanna make out with a guy, go ahead and make out with him. Get it out of your system already.

And stop smoking. And no more 8balls. And no more pictures, thanks.

Have You Tickled Your Slow Loris Today?

Posted by David Schmader on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:43 PM

That is not a euphemism.

Thank you, Lost at E Minor.

Insurgents are the Jawas

Posted by Charles Mudede on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:41 PM

One more thing from that amazing robot/soldier love article:
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On the modern battlefield, Iraqi insurgents have adapted by targeting EOD robots and capturing robots for their own use...

In the Iraqi war, we can see hints of Stars Wars.
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Reading the Unwritten

Posted by Paul Constant on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:38 PM

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Vertigo Comics sent me a copy of the first issue of the new monthly comic book series The Unwritten. It's by Mike Carey and Peter Gross, who previously worked together on a comic book called Lucifer that was a spinoff of Sandman.

Here's the basic story: Tommy Taylor is the son of an incredibly successful author who suddenly vanished a few years ago. Taylor's father wrote a series of books about a boy wizard named Tommy Taylor. Since his father's disappearance, the massive amounts of Tommy Taylor royalty money has been tied up in complicated legal issues and now Taylor attends conventions signing autographs and speaking on fantasy panels for cash. At one such panel, a media student brings evidence that Taylor is actually a fraud and not the basis for the wizard boy at all—his National Insurance Number belongs to a woman who died in 1998, for instance—and things start going awry.

The story moves along pretty swiftly—I'm thinking that, like most Vertigo series, The Unwritten is slated to run for sixty issues or so—and Gross's art is really pleasant. It's reminiscent of Steve Rude's cartoony linework. Things will take a fantasy/magical turn soon enough, and there's a bit of a Gaimanesque tendency to talk about stories way too much ("Stories are the only thing worth dying for," someone says in the first issue,) but Taylor is an interesting main character, and the central mystery is compelling. If you read monthly comics, you should give it a look: The first issue costs a dollar and it went on sale yesterday.

George Carlin on Prostitution

Posted by Dan Savage on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:23 PM

"I don't understand why prostitution is illegal. Selling is legal, fucking is legal. So, why isn't it legal to sell fucking?"

Fucking for money is legal—if you're making porn. Maybe area jack shacks need to live-stream the action online and charge people to watch.

Woody

Posted by Charles Mudede on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:10 PM

Good heavens! They call it "erotic furniture."
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No need for a critic. It's easy figure this stuff out.
5f0f/1242943870-erotic-furniture-2.jpg I will take the wine; you can keep that wooden breast thing.

The Sounders and Seeding

Posted by Eli Sanders on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 3:06 PM

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Because maybe it's not the setting or the Age of Obama that's causing the general Sounders swoon.

Maybe soccer fan-dom has been shrewdly pre-programmed into the brains of Seattleites, Manchurian Candidate-style, by their parents! Commenter "Soccer is the new football" is a proponent of this theory:

Eli — it's because this generation of parents are chicken to let their kids play football. Kids get hurt, even killed, playing football. But every parent wants their kid to play sports, so soccer is the it-game right now. It gets played four seasons a year. Ever been to Whitman middle school on a Saturday in the fall? There are THOUSANDS of people there, parents & kids, dozens of soccer games all day long crammed onto the new fields. Do a little research on numbers of kids enrolled in youth soccer today versus 20 years ago, I bet you'll see a pretty telling trend.

I would add to this theory that for decades Seattle parents—and, really, Seattle citizens of all stripes—have voted for almost every single parks levy that's ever been put on the local ballot. The more parks a city has, the more soccer fields a city has. And the more soccer fields a city has, the bigger the pool of salary-earning adults who developed an emotional connection to the game at a young age.

The problem with this theory: it doesn't explain why all of these soccer-seeded minds weren't rabidly focused on our non-Major-League-Soccer Sounders before this year.

Still, I think the research assignment from "Soccer is the new football" is a good one. I would also like to know whether there is a direct correlation between the number of public soccer fields a city has and the number of fans who show up to cheer its MLS team. I remember watching the Sounders play the Chicago Fire, seeing practically no one in the stands, and wondering: how many public soccer fields per capita does Chicago have relative to Seattle? As soon as I have all the time in the world I'll get right on both of those assignments.

Next theory: the simplest of them all.

(Photo by Mike G.)

SPD's War on (Alleged) Jack Shacks Continues

Posted by Dominic Holden on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 2:50 PM

Updated, for your pleasure.

Seattle police officers are currently raiding a business calling itself Sacred Temple on Eastlake Avenue East and East Allison Street. “We were walking back and we saw cops surrounding the building," says a woman who works at the business. "They had one girl down on the ground and we saw [police] swarming like ants." Several police cars and an unmarked van are parked outside. About seven police officers, some wearing armor and helmets with face shields, are standing in the living room of the converted house. She says there were 10 to 15 women working inside and as were several male clients at the time of the raid.

UPDATE AT 2:50 PM: At the same time police officers raided the Eastlake Sacred Temple, officers simultaneously raided two other locations, the Moon Temples in Greenwood and Kirkland, says a woman who works at the Eastlake location. Based on telephone conversations with the women who have been released from the Eastlake temple, she says police are detaining some of the employees. Those women, our source says, are those who upsold sex services to undercover vice-crime officers who went to the Sacred Temple for services. "Sex is not supposed to be included in the service. [The owner] says that if you energetically and spiritually feel like screwing somebody, that is up to you, but it is not an expected part of the service." She believes officers are seeking to charge the owner of the business with conspiracy. "They were mostly asking questions about who was paid, who money went to at the end of the day, and who organized it," she says. The owner was not at any of the locations at the time of the raids.

More Cuts at the Frye

Posted by Jen Graves on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 2:46 PM

b922/1242942387-blake_-_joe_dallesandro_as_augustin.jpgOn the heels of opening the splashy The Puppet Show last week, and following an earlier round of cuts that hit the education department last September, the Frye Art Museum is once again cutting staff positions in order to balance its budget. The 2009 budget (fiscal year ending September 30) has shrunk from $3.9 million to $3.6 million, due to losses from the Frye's investment portfolio.

The museum announced today that it has cut four staff positions (registrar, education assistant, cafe cook/administrator, and facilities assistant); senior staffers are taking a 10 percent pay cut for the rest of the fiscal year; two part-time graphic designers will have hours reduced further; program budgets are diminished across the departments; and for the months of July and August, the administrative offices will be closed on Mondays.

Public hours at the museum will not change.

Frye spokeswoman Rebecca Garrity-Putnam said the Frye does not foresee any more cuts before the end of the fiscal year. She also said the duties of the jobs that have been cut will be taken over by "qualified staff members."

Given what's been going on around the museum world, this comes as no surprise.

Pictured: Nayland Blake's Joe Dallesandro as Augustin, in The Puppet Show

A Really Fucking Amazing Admission By Seattle Police

Posted by Jonah Spangenthal-Lee on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 2:39 PM

Dominic and I have been calling around about today's big prostitution raid in Eastlake and I just spoke with a neighbor who told me the most dumbfounding thing:

According to the neighbor, who lives in a condo behind the Sacred Temple healing center—where SPD crime scene investigators are now digging through records and boxing up evidence—she approached an officer and asked what was happening.

His response: "It isn’t dangerous and it doesn’t affect the neighborhood.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your tax dollars at work.

You Can't Spell "Twitter" Without "Wit" (or "Tit")

Posted by Paul Constant on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 2:34 PM

There is an interview with Nick Douglas, the "author" of the forthcoming Twitter Wit, a collection of funny Twitter posts that I wrote about back in February, over here.

Though Douglas is one of a few hundred Twitter users that tweet out consistent bursts of humor, he asserted to me that tweets, unlike other literary forms, are well-suited for brilliant blips of hilarity from casual everyday users. “It’s possibly like poetry,” he told me. “Except it’s a lot easier to write a clever one liner than it is to write a poem that’s good. It’s easy to write bad poetry, or rather you’re more likely to write bad poetry, but I actually think the vast majority of people could write a very funny line.”

There are two samples of this wit, which, again, Douglas did not even write, in the interview:

Oh my gosh I didn’t mean to knock you off your tricycle! Here, let me hold your ice cream sandwich while you LATER ASSHOLE

and

Why do they design martini glasses so they’re easy to spill on the bus?

I have nothing more to say about it. This whole affair makes me feel dirty.

This Is So Nutty, I Can't Even Write a Headline

Posted by Bethany Jean Clement on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 2:30 PM

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Mary Kay Letourneau is hosting a "Hot for Teacher" night at Fuel in Pioneer Square this Saturday. The DJ is her former student/reason for prison/current husband Vili Fualaau.

More from KOMO.

We're Paying For It

Posted by Dominic Holden on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 1:45 PM

Right now, the SPD is using squad cars and vans and a riot of highly paid cops to raid an alleged jack shack. Then tax-payers will fund prosecutors to work for hours filing charges and for judges to hear the cases. Why, why... without law-enforcement's intervention, men might have orgasms and women would have rent money. Egads! Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, we can safely bet that someone is getting robbed, raped, burgled, beaten, or is the victim of another crime—which all these cops could be stopping instead. As I wrote earlier, I don't think prostitution should be a crime. And raids like this waste limited police resources that should be spent on violent and serious crimes, which actually pose a threat to the community. Any enforcement on prostitution—a widespread industry in this and every other region on earth—is, by nature, selective enforcement. But what consenting adults do behind closed doors, without harm to anyone else, should be of no concern to the SPD. And I don't want to pay for their anti-fucking crusade.

Man Machine

Posted by Charles Mudede on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 1:44 PM

I do not doubt Contant's review of Terminator Salvation. The film is most certainly an artistic mess. But I also believe its horribleness can primarily be attributed to the fact that the form of paranoia the movie exploits is dead to us, the people of today.
c9f5/1242938769-terminator307ww8.jpg Soon after the 21st century started (the eventful year of 1989), fear of robots and machines went into decline and a new paranoia that had its roots in the mid 70s, when the public first panicked about recombinant DNA, ascended. Not machina but bios made us more and more anxious. In a sense, Terminator 2, directed by the greatest American Marxist filmmaker of the 80s, James Cameron (my leftist political views owe a bigger debt to Aliens than the Communist Manifesto), expressed this cultural shift. The machine (Arnold) turned out not to be the enemy but the protector of humans. And the real threat, the clear and persistent danger, turned out to be T-1000, the product of a biotech firm rather than a Fordist factory.


We are no longer scared of machines. Indeed, Bjork ensouled them at the end of the first decade of the 21 century.

We not only desire our machines, we are learning to love them. An example of this deepening love can be taken right out of the real world:
Thousands of robots now fight with humans on modern battlefields that resemble scenes from science fiction movies such as "Terminator Salvation." But the real world poses a more complex situation than humans versus robots, and has added new twists to the psychology of war.

"One of the psychologically interesting things is that these systems aren't designed to promote intimacy, and yet we're seeing these bonds being built with them," said Peter Singer, a leading defense analyst at the Brookings Institution and author of "Wired for War: The Robotics Revolution and Conflict in the 21st Century" (Penguin Press HC, 2009).

Singer highlights many accounts of human soldiers feeling strong affection for their robots - especially on the Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) teams where Packbots and Talon robots undertake the risk of disabling improvised explosives planted by insurgents in Iraq and Afghanistan.

One EOD soldier brought in a robot for repairs with tears in his eyes and asked the repair shop if it could put "Scooby-Doo" back together.

Unlike the movie Terminator Salvation, that crying solider is a product of this machine-loving century.


(Thanks, Brian, for the tip.)

I Am Outraged! Are You Outraged, People?

Posted by Paul Constant on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 1:34 PM

Did you know that Washington state has a poet laureate? That's outrageous! In this economy? What are they thinking? This is bullshit! The commenters on this blog, like Laura:

While I fully believe it is essential to fund "the arts" in schools, I think we need to put our priorities in order. Our teachers are losing there jobs, as are their aides. Before we pay a gentleman to read a poem we should first make sure we fund our teachers who are perfectly capable of reading poetry.

and Alvin:

I believe Christine has turned into a nut. What on earth does Wa. State need with a Poet. $20,000 would do well elsewhere. This is ridiculous.

Agree with me. But more than that, this Americans for Tax Reform blog is more outraged than anybody on the planet over this, as you can tell by the title of the post, "Rhyme over Reason Flushes Taxpayer Dollars."

Really!?! An essential service?! Poets are an essential service?!? Washington's unemployment rate jumped from 5.1% to 9.7% in the last year, but I'm really glad the state's poetry czar is there to keep Seattle's local poetry slam going strong. Really!?!

Filthy Seattle poetry slams! They're the reason we got into this budget mess in the first place! We need to have an anti-poetry tea party! Who's with me? Gaaaah! I'm so outraged! I can't even see straight because the blood vessel in my forehead has exploded and I've got angry, angry blood in my eyes!

That said, our state poet laureate is not very good:

(Thanks, Brian, for the tip.)

Images from the Field: The Little Whiting Tennises I Referred to Earlier

Posted by Jen Graves on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 1:32 PM

This shelf collection of miniatures is called Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda (click to enlarge).

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This is a model for a house for a foot.

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Here's a nice look at his work by the Brooklyn Rail last year.

Today in Gay Mayors

Posted by Dominic Holden on Thu, May 21, 2009 at 1:20 PM

J.W. Lown, the mayor of San Angelo, Texas, has a gay lover living in Mexico who isn't a U.S. citizen. So he handed in his resignation just before he was supposed to be sworn in for his fourth term:

Lown said he did not want to take the oath of office knowing he was “aiding and assisting” someone who was not a citizen. [...]

Lown said the man came to the United States five years ago. He attended Angelo State University. Lown said the relationship started after March. Lown and the man are in Mexico awaiting a visa to come back legally.

“I did the best I could,” Lown said. “I had to get down here and get everything in order to make a life for myself.”

If Lown's lover were a woman, she could just get married and move to Texas, right? But no such equality for his male lover—even the male lover of an upstanding mayor. Seems like a case for Immigration Equality.

Tip from kitchensync.

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