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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

What is Cinema

Posted by Charles Mudede on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 8:27 PM

Criticism for a film I had a hand in making: "Aside from the cinematography, which is outstanding, this documentary is not worth watching."
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The Sounders and The Score

Posted by Eli Sanders on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 6:10 PM

Last week I floated some rather involved theories for why the Seattle Sounders have taken off in such a big way. There was the Seeding Theory, the Setting Theory, and the Age of Obama Theory. Now, as promised, the simplest theory of all:

They're winning.

After all, Seattle isn't exactly bursting with victorious pro-sports teams. And here the Sounders are, fourth in the Major League Soccer Power Rankings, playing rough enough to get regular red cards, advancing in U.S. Open Cup competition. Or, as commenter Swearengen less-enthusiastically put it way back when:

All other sports teams in seattle suck, the sounders just happen to suck the least at the moment.

Proponents of this theory often pair it with a flip-side anxiety, like the one expressed by commenter Hernandez:

The problem is that everyone here is a fair-weather fan, and thus loses all hope, enthusiasm and memory of past success as soon as a team loses a few games. I really hope that doesn't happen to the Sounders once they (inevitably) have a lousy season sometime down the road.

Maybe that gloomy prediction will prove true. Until then, please enjoy the excitement—possibly "fair-weather," possibly not, only time will tell—of the guys seated behind me back in April when Steve Zakuani headed in this goal against the San Jose Quakes. That's my hand shooting up into the air as the ball hits the net.


Video by Carlos Escobar.

The Madoff Victims, Mapped

Posted by Jonathan Golob on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 5:52 PM

For your daily dose of horror, or perhaps schadenfreude, check out the Madoff victims, mapped geographically:
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Police Arrest Gang Member Who Threatened to Shoot Up Police Precinct on Youtube

Posted by Jonah Spangenthal-Lee on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 5:12 PM

Seattle police have arrested an 18-year-old gang member after he threatened to shoot up a police precinct in a video posted on Youtube.

In the video, a police report says, members of the Holly Hoover gang are gathered at Holly Park—which is near SPD's South Precinct—for a party.

Two minutes in to the video, a party goer announces that the police are near the park. In response, the 18-year-old man turns to the camera and says "Fuck them boys, nigga! We'll come to the precinct and shoot that bitch up!"

Police and Department of Corrections officers arrested the man on May 16th and booked him into the King County Jail.

According to the police report, the 18-year-old man is a "self proclaimed Holly Hoover gang member" who is under Department of Corrections supervision for an assault charge. The report also states that the 18-year-old man has previously been arrested for possession of stolen property and auto theft.



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Fuckhead Takes Manhattan

Posted by Paul Constant on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 5:11 PM

I am the titular fuckhead of this post. I am leaving on a jet plane bound for New York City starting this evening to cover Book Expo America for Slog. In case you're wondering about what BEA is, here is a story I wrote about it for The Stranger years ago when I was still a freelancing bookseller:

6d96/1243469833-books-160.jpgEvery year, over one weekend in May, publishers, bookstore owners, Amazon.com employees, and big-chain-bookstore buyers all converge on one major American city to reflect on the past year and prepare for the next one. There are several major players at BookExpo America: The New York publishing houses all have a commanding presence, as do Barnes & Noble and Borders and Amazon.com, and also ABA, the American Booksellers Association, a conglomeration of independent bookstores that use their combined weight as leverage against the aforementioned nationwide monsters.

And here is the story I wrote about last year's BEA, which was in Los Angeles. I was in Larry King's back yard:

bdf9/1243469883-feature-new.jpgA bookseller, noting that her heels don't sink into the grass the way that they do on the lawns of cheaper events, bends down to tug at it. The entire section of lawn rises, tentlike, when she pulls. The lawn is a convincing, vegetal toupee. King, as dry and shriveled as a gremlin, walks across the lawn and stands by the pool, next to his sixth wife and his two young sons, Chance and Cannon. He starts off, as all public speakers have been taught, with a joke. He mentions the age difference between him and his wife: King, who is 74, says that people ask him if the fact that his wife is only 48 worries him. Not at all, King says: "If she dies, she dies." The crowd ripples with the kind of laughter that you get when you make a joke about your wife dying. One of the little boys gets a frightened look on his face. King puts a comforting hand on his son's head and says, "I was just kidding. It was just a joke."

King segues to what we're all here celebrating, the publication of [Ted] Turner's new memoir, Call Me Ted. Then Turner comes up and talks about how excited he is to have a book coming out, and people applaud him. (Call Me Ted's cowriter isn't mentioned.) When everybody is paying attention to Turner, he seems to swell in stature; he cuts the sort of figure that Teddy Roosevelt must have, the figure of a man who issues sweeping statements and spends a good amount of time sating his large appetites.

Funny thing about that last feature that I wrote: It was hopeful. Then, of course, in fall of last year, the publishing industry virtually collapsed. This is going to be a weird BEA: I think the major publishers are going to be too busy pretending that everything is fine to actually address any of the problems they're facing. I'll be interviewing a lot of authors and editors and book folks about the publishing industry, which is currently in worse shape than it has ever been before. And I'm going to some parties, too, and telling you all about them on Slog and on Twitter. I'm also excited to be going to New York City again for the first time in ten years. I used to be familiar with the city, but if anybody has any tips on places to go for food or non-book-related entertainment, be sure and let me know.

You've Come a Long Way, Internety

Posted by Anthony Hecht on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 4:38 PM

If you're like me—and I think that you are—you'll find this video to be completely awesome and it will fill you with weird nerdy nostalgia for the horrible past. It may also find you looking on eBay for old modems, and cursing yourself for throwing away so much fun shit over the years.

You may also—again, if you're like me—go around for a while saying, "Hi, I'm K.C., aka Phreakmonkey."

"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank."

Posted by Paul Constant on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 4:37 PM

Bookninja points out that if you go to this page of the Avery paper products website, you'll find this package of labels:

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Wait, let's close in on that package for a second. What does that label say?

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Oh man. Some 18-to-35-year old white male who works for the package design department of Avery is so getting fired.

"Latina woman racist"

Posted by Eli Sanders on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 4:22 PM

Newt Gingrich, on Twitter, calling on Sonia Sotomayor to withdraw her nomination to the U.S. Supreme Court.

(Via Ben Smith)

NES Nostalgia Day

Posted by Sam Machkovech on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 3:59 PM

In two flavors!

Punch-Out!! (Wii) — It's not a boxing game, just like Mike Tyson's Punch-Out!! from 1987 wasn't a boxing game. There's a ring and punching and a cheeky corner manager, but nobody boxes like this, waiting their turns to punch in repetitive patterns. Punch-Out!! is, and always has been, a young boy's violent dream version of Simon.

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No gimmicks or complicated controls for 2009's edition; this new Punch-Out!! returns to that Simon-style base of memorization and two-button twitchiness. Once again, you're a tiny kid from Brooklyn climbing your way up the ranks against hokey stereotypes—the shlub from France, the hoser from Salmon Arm, BC, the "soda pop" addict from Russia—and boxing 'em all with a simple "dodge, jab, dodge, uppercut" control scheme. You can try playing this with Wii motion controls, but don't; hold the Wii remote sideways like an NES pad instead, unless you like yelling at your TV.

The 1987 game captured imaginations because of its super-sized characters—back then, each foe was as big as, like, 12 Super Marios. Good, then, that half of the Wii version's fun still resides in the huge characters, each bendy and morphy like a cartoon. It's the main selling point here—you get a satisfyingly difficult series of challenges after beating the game (every rematch has a weird twist), and you get a two-player mode—too simple, but better than Wii Sports' boxing mini-game.

Otherwise, this is a boy's game, quick and violent and easily solvable, and it's shameless about either rekindling your childhood nostalgia or springing it forth anew for the kiddos. It plays as smoothly as you remember from the classic, which may be enough of a selling point for people who like to play the same games over and over. My nerdy ass is among those people.

PictoBits (DSi) - But it suffers in juxtaposition to this. Oh, this game! Nintendo's latest in their "Art Style" experimental series is their best yet, marrying a charming puzzly game with an imaginative take on NES nostalgia (and it's only $5 on the DSi's downloadable games store).

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Like in other puzzlers, you match colored blocks in rows and squares to clear 'em off the screen. As colors fall from the top—always in strange, multi-colored clusters—you use the stylus pen to tap more colors on the screen. Then one line will connect and clear, leaving you a second to line up the next four-block connection as the piece falls. You'll spend your time lining up these color-combos like a stunt run, and cobbling up colors with the stylus pen is intuitive.

Better, these colored blocks feed into the top screen to paint an NES classic—with each tap and each success, the game lights up pixels to draw an old graphic (Mario, Excitebike) and plinks the 8-bit synthesizer to sing the old songs. This pixels/music synesthaesia is unnecessary for the game's basic puzzly concept, but with it comes a series of questions about the game we're playing. Are we rebuilding our digital toy pasts? In playing the new game, are we in any way playing the old games? When we put the DSi down, do we still, in our brains, connect falling, colored blocks to tell our old life stories? This game has not left my brain since its release last Monday. Its remixed old-school songs from Japanese synth band YMCK, its "dark world" series of seemingly impossible challenges, its questions about digital memory. More, please.

License to Spill

Posted by Jonah Spangenthal-Lee on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 3:44 PM

Dominic and I have a big piece in this week's paper about the Seattle Police Department's prostitution raids last week. We managed to get exclusive interviews with the Sacred Temple massage parlor's owner, Rainbow Love, as well as several women who worked there, about the conditions and nature of their business.

As SPD continues to investigate Rainbow Love and the Sacred Temple, additional details about the case are coming to light, including information on how the police department is willing to look the other way on prostitution as long as the man soliciting a prostitute has his private investigator's license.

According to SPD's warrant affidavit, just released by the King County Superior Court, in September 2008—three months into SPD's investigation—vice detectives received a call from an employee at Archangel Cyber Investigations, a Seattle-based private investigation and security firm, who told detectives that the agency was also conductin its own investigation of the Sacred Temple.

The affidavit says Archangel was planning to send one of its own agents in to investigate a female employee at the Sacred Temple who was involved in a custody battle. Court records say Archangel sent one of their employees in to see whether the woman was involved in prostitution and that on October 7, the company emailed Seattle police their investigation report. The report apparently said that an Archangel employee went to the Sacred Temple, paid for a session and received a handjob from an employee. Again, the Archangel employee voluntarily provided this information to SPD.

Unsurprisingly, the department doesn't appear to be investigating the Archangel employee.

I called Archangel earlier today and spoke with Mike Rock—the person who notified police about their investigation in September—and asked him whether Archangel employees were somehow exempt from laws regarding prostitution. "We’re part of the general public," he told me. "We don’t have any police powers. Most [of us] are retired law enforcement."

Rock says that Archangel "absolutely" has a policy against employees engaging in illegal activity, but would not comment on the Sacred Temple case.

If indeed SPD ignores the Archangel employee's apparent solicitation of an (alleged) prostitute, it would seem to go against recent moves by the city to focus law enforcement resources on johns, rather than prostitutes.

In March, the city council approved a plan to begin fining johns $150 to help pay for counseling services for john and prostitutes and the city's john school.

It appears, however, that the department is still more interested in busting women for prostitution, instead of going after the men who are paying them for sex.

Savage Love Letter of the Day

Posted by Dan Savage on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 3:25 PM

Is there an authoritative list of the top ten male sexual fantasies? Ya, ya, we all know number one... but where does it go from there? I just read something in a woman's mag that says being with another guy (at least in thought) is number four; but of course there is no suggestion of where the information comes from. I myself have great semen fantasies, which always include a woman (helping her suck a cock, cleaning up another man's cream pie, etc.), but I find it hard to believe that any of this is up there in the top ten male fantasies.

Curious How Other Dudes Excite

I don't know if there's an authoritative list—and I don't know that there ever could be or should be. Turn-ons are simply too subjective and personal and unique for "top ten" lists. But if it's a list you want, CHODE, I'm sure Slog readers would be happy to help draft one for you.

And for future reference, CHODE: the "information" in the type of women's magazine that features lists of "top ten male sexual fantasies" is pulled straight out of the bony asses of underpaid, underfed, underfucked interns. They may be read for pleasure, they should be scrutinized for hidden messages asking for help, but they are not to be taken seriously.

Have it it, Sloggers.

"You Babes Wanna Hang, or What?"

Posted by Paul Constant on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 3:25 PM

Apparently, this episode of Tiny Toon Adventures only aired once in America. I can't imagine why:

It kind of reminds me of this Donald Duck cartoon:


I love it when popular cartoon characters use drugs.

(Thanks to Slog tipper Davida for the beer cartoon.)

Never Hurts to Ask

Posted by David Schmader on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 3:15 PM

Audio NSFW, and the punchline's totally fake, but still—thank you, Videogum.

Brother to Brother

Posted by Charles Mudede on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 2:59 PM

This is a picture of me and Spike Lee after the delicious SIFF dinner organized by One Pot.
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As you can see, we are just too black. It's a brother to brother, soul to soul sort of thing.

Four things Spike Lee told me yesterday: One, he thinks something has got to be done about the crazy Kim Jong-il. Two, he is fine with gay marriage ("no problem with that"). Three, he is certain LeBron James is heading to the New York Knicks. Four, he was shocked that Girl 6 stands as my favorite of his films ("You are kidding me right? You rate Girl 6 above Malcolm X and Do the Right Thing? Really? Well, I suppose She Hate Me is your second favorite film, right?"—actually Clockers is my second favorite)

(Spike Lee's new film, Passing Strange, screens tonight at 7.)

That's Gonna Be Awkward

Posted by Christopher Frizzelle on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 2:40 PM

Buried deep in Sheryl Gay Stolberg's profile of Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor in the NYT today:

When Ms. Sotomayor arrived at Princeton in the fall of 1972, she was one of the only Latinos there: there were no professors, no administrators, and only a double-digit number of students. Princeton women were sharply outnumbered as well; the first ones had been admitted only a few years earlier, and some alumni had protested their increasing ranks. (Justice Samuel A. Alito Jr., who graduated just a few months before Ms. Sotomayor arrived, belonged to one of the groups that protested.)

The group that Alito belonged to was called Concerned Alumni of Princeton. (He mentioned his membership on a job application to work in the Reagan administration in 1985—you can read a pdf of that application here. [Dear internet: you are amazing.] It's toward the end of the typewritten section that begins "I am and have always been a conservative...") A writer for the right-wing website Times Watch ("Documenting and Exposing the Liberal Political Agenda of the New York Times") writes today, in response to that parenthetical about Alito in Stolberg's piece:

Hmm. Did Alito protest against more women at Princeton? He was a nominal member of a conservative student group, Concerned Alumni of Princeton, which protested affirmative action, but that's not quite the same thing, except perhaps among ultraliberals.

Nothing I've found after a few minutes on Google backs up Times Watch's description of Concerned Alumni of Princeton. They did protest affirmative action too, but that's not what it was primarily about. According to the Wikipedia page for Concerned Alumni of Princeton:

The Concerned Alumni of Princeton (CAP) was a group of politically conservative former Princeton University students that existed between 1972 and 1986. CAP was born in 1972 from the ashes of the Alumni Committee to Involve Itself Now (ACTION), which was founded in opposition to the college going coed in 1969... The primary motivation behind CAP was to limit the number of women admitted to the university.

And according to reporting in The Nation:

The executive committee of CAP published a statement in December 1973 that affirmed unequivocally, "Concerned Alumni of Princeton opposes adoption of a sex-blind admission policy."

It was established during his confirmation hearings—and in reporting elsewhere on the web—that Alito was not deeply involved in CAP. Still, it's pretty awesome that she and he (should she be confirmed, which is expected) are going to be sitting across the table from one another for the rest of their lives. (Or at least until one of them retires, which will be a while, as they're both in their 50s.) You have to imagine Obama knew about the Princeton connection and, as a writer, as a guy who thinks about narrative, secretly kinda relishes it. After all, he voted against Alito's confirmation in 2006 ("When I examine the philosophy, ideology, and record of Samuel Alito, I'm deeply troubled," he said at the time). Not only would Obama's nominee be the first Hispanic justice and only the third woman ever on the Supreme Court, but she is the equal and opposite of Alito—a woman from the very university that Alito clearly believed should not have a bunch of women running around. Interesting fact from Princeton University's newspaper:

Sotomayor would be the 11th Princetonian and first female graduate to serve on the Supreme Court. Her appointment also would mark the first time two Princeton alumni have served together on the court since 1860.

GAH! I Have "Tingling Thigh Syndrome"!

Posted by Wm.™ Steven Humphrey on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 2:18 PM

Have you ever had some weird physical malady that was completely unexplainable... until you stumbled upon some weird arcane explanation that totally explained it? THAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME! Dude...

I HAVE TINGLING THIGH SYNDROME!!!

For as long as I can remember (and I swear to God, I'm not joking about this), I have experienced an intermittent tingling sensation in my thigh—that's not unlike the feeling of a cellphone vibrating in my pocket (which I was fooled into thinking on numerous occasions). Naturally, I assumed I had thigh cancer and ignored it. BUT THEN I READ THIS LIFE-ALTERING ARTICLE! From MSNBC.com

When [Parmeeta Ghoman] wore a pair of super-tight skinny jeans to dinner with friends in December, she noticed an odd tingly sensation running up and down her thighs. And when she got up to walk around, things got weirder. She felt like she was almost "floating," because she couldn't feel her legs. “It felt really strange — it felt like my leg had gone to sleep,” Ghoman says.

Ghoman’s skin-tight denim may have caused a temporary bout of a nerve condition called meralgia paresthetica, also known as “tingling thigh syndrome.” The condition can happen when constant pressure — in Ghoman's case, from the skin-tight denim — cuts off the lateral femoral cutaneous nerve, causing a numb, tingling or burning sensation along the thigh.

THAT'S WHAT I'VE GOT! THAT'S WHAT I'VE GOT! Now, you might be thinking, "Well, Steve… why don't you simply just take off those tight pants?" to which I would respond, "You first!" I'm sorry, but there is no freaking way I'm going to dress like those clinically insane idiots who walk around wearing baggy jeans and looking like goddamn circus clowns. Besides, covering up a slice of sweet and juicy ham (like the one that currently resides in my pants) would be a sin of the greatest proportion—and if that means living with a tad of meralgia paresthetica? THEN SO BE IT!

Besides, according to Parmeeta Ghoman, there is another solution.

“Have you heard of these things — they’re called jeggings? Or treggings?” she asks. She's talking about a type of leggings made to look like super-tight jeans. “I haven’t tried them yet, but people are saying they’re comfortable.”

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Yeah, I'm not going to do that either.

Jessie Israel v. Nick Licata

Posted by Erica C. Barnett on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 1:57 PM

Campaign events are starting to happen on a near-nightly basis, and it's already getting tough to keep up with all of them. Just yesterday, in addition to Jan Drago's mayoral announcement at the Seattle Art Museum, Position 4 candidate Sally Bagshaw, running for the seat Drago is vacating, had her kickoff at FareStart restaurant downtown; simultaneously, Jessie Israel, running against Position 6 incumbent Nick Licata, had her own event at Spitfire Grill in Belltown. (Although this evening seems to provide a reprieve—candidates, let me know if I'm wrong—tomorrow the events start right back up again, with two kickoffs: Position 4 candidate David Bloom at the Swedish Cultural Center, and Position 8 candidate Jordan Royer at Slim's Last Chance Chili Shack in Georgetown, both at 5:30.

I missed Bagshaw's kickoff last night (I'm told that KC Prosecutor Dan Satterberg's band, The Approximations, played) but I did make it to Israel's—a sparsely attended event that was apparently overshadowed by Bagshaw's rockin' party down the street. (A small crowd, including freshman state representatives Scott White (D-46) and Reuven Carlyle (D-36), eventually poured into the back room of the Spitfire at the end of Israel's event.) In some ways, the party reminded me of the 2007 kickoff for Jean Godden opponent Lauren Briel, who lost to Godden and Joe Szwaja in that year's primary: About 25 enthusiastic people in their 20s and 30s; a young female candidate challenging an (in this case entrenched) incumbent; a promise of new vision and a new perspective for a council perceived as stagnant and unable to take on the mayor.

Israel's pitch against Licata—"What has he done on the council?" she demanded repeatedly yesterday—is interesting (in the past, candidates have been reluctant to take Licata on directly), but I'm not sure it's going to prove compelling in a city where people love love love Licata, even when they disagree with him. Licata is the council's quixotic voice on renters' rights, developer giveaways, the Sonics, and police accountability, among many other issues. He may be known as the guy who holds up the losing end of 8-1 votes, but I think there are still many, many people out there who want that minority position to be represented, even when they don't agree with it. Election results back this up. In his last two elections—when voters also approved City Attorney Tom Carr and relatively conservative council members Jan Drago and Richard McIver—Licata won by 78% and 77%, respectively. Those have got to be daunting numbers for any opponent to contemplate.

In other news from the main room of Spitfire (which is, after all, a sports bar), the Orlando Magic's Dwight Howard scored ten points in overtime to defeat the Cleveland Cavaliers in last night's playoff game—even LeBron James, whose attempted 3-pointer fell short with 3.2 seconds to go, couldn't turn the 116-114 game around. The Magic goes into Game 5 with a 3-1 lead over the Cavs. According to history, teams with a 3-1 lead are 182-8 in playoff series dating back to 1947.

Is The Cuff Next?

Posted by Dan Savage on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 1:52 PM

While the LCB and the SPD are trying to shut down the Eagledicks in bars!—new apartments are going up around the Cuff's open-air patio and "dog run."

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The Cuff is the single-story black building on the corner; the new apartments going in behind/around the bar rise five stories. If past is prologue calls to 911 about noise will commence the evening of the first day that people start moving into the completed apartments. Unless someone can get the LCB and the SPD to drop their ridiculous and unfair persecution of the Eagle—please go read Jonah's piece—Seattle is in danger of losing both its leather bars by the end of the year.

Because Getting Slapped into a Pool Is My Favorite Emotion...

Posted by David Schmader on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 1:50 PM

I present you with the teaser clip for the upcoming remake of TV's timeless trash classic Melrose Place.

First, I am very happy to report that Sydney—the original-flavor Melrose Place superstar who eats blackmail and breathes betrayal—is returning for the reboot.

Second, I'd like to remind everyone that the original Melrose Place was filthy—which means that if it has any hope of suceeding, the new Melrose Place has to be super-duper filthy. Like, jealous-woman-slipping-her-pregnant-best-friend-a-handful-of-morning-after pills filthy. Secret-webcam-in-the toilet filthy. Come on, CW, you can do it.

Third, credit for the subject line and the whole of my interest in Melrose Place goes to eternal Hot Tipper Jake.

Jim Henson's Fantastic World Is at the EMP

Posted by Paul Constant on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 1:48 PM

d091/1243457219-rowlf.jpgLast week, I went to see the Jim Henson's Fantastic World exhibit that just opened at the EMP. I'm a pretty big Muppets fan—I think EMP invited me to the press tour because I've posted so many Muppet videos on Slog over the last year—and I really enjoyed seeing the exhibit. I recommend it, with some caveats.

The first thing you should know before you go into the Muppet exhibit at EMP is that it's not very big. I'm pretty sure there are some galleries in Pioneer Square that are bigger than the entire space set aside for the show. But the exhibit does a good job of covering the whole of Henson's career, from his beginnings as a cartoonist (I was struck by how much his illustration work resembles that of Dr. Seuss) to his work making commercials (examples of those commercials play on video screens in the exhibit, and I'd suggest that you watch them: a couple of the commercials were genuinely funny because they seemed to make fun of the overenthusiastic exuberance of most television commercials) to his later work we all know: the Muppets and Sesame Street and Fraggle Rock and The Dark Crystal.

The second thing you should know about the Muppets is that physically, they're fucking huge. For some reason, I wasn't prepared for this. Cookie Monster, in his glass cage, was immense. It makes sense: Cookie Monster and Rowlf were both operated by three arms, and so two full-grown men had to hide in their bellies.

The third thing you should know about the Muppet exhibit is that it ends with an attempt to be "local." There is a hands-on experience in which museum-goers can select a popular Muppet song ("Rainbow Connection," "Movin' Right Along" and more) and play along with a band of real Muppets made especially for the EMP. The set-up (a stage with TVs beneath it so people can watch how they're manipulating the Muppets, just the way that real Muppeteers do) is great, but I do wish that Henson's people hadn't decided to make one of the Muppets in the likeness of Kurt Cobain. The Cobain Muppet, with his cardigan and his stringy blond hair, was a really awkward experience for me: How many other heroin-addicted suicides have had plush representations constructed of them?

But I'm picking nits, here: You should go and check out the Muppet exhibit. It's fifteen bucks, and that gives you access to the whole EMP: If you've never been, you should make an afternoon of it just for the sheer weirdness of seeing famous Muppets in person. The feeling of recognition—of seeing a long-lost childhood friend, sitting in a big glass cube—is a really weird kind of buzz.

A Morning with Derrick Cartwright

Posted by Jen Graves on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 1:33 PM

f825/1243456365-sam-derrickcartwright-2.jpgElvis was snarling. "Not so smiling—more like Elvis," local photojournalist legend Alan Berner, shooting for the Seattle Times, told the incoming Seattle Art Museum director Derrick Cartwright, who responded by attempting—and failing—to give an unpleasant expression. Cartwright's face seems to have a mind of its own, and that mind's chief preoccupation is smiling.

Somehow, despite this, Cartwright comes across on first meeting as a very pleasant person—or at least as a person who bothers to know his audience and to adapt to it. I think he sensed my allergy, as a critic, to this smiling, and I thought I detected it starting to wane. This may be a fairly good indication of who Cartwright will be as a director: not a chameleon (he exudes more spine than that), but a listener. He is soft-spoken and sits forward attentively when he talks with you. Less thrash-you-around Tom Krens, more take-'em-by-surprise Glenn Lowry?

He is almost loath to describe himself or his style—to talk about himself. But he responds when I ask about museum directors he admires.

"I wouldn't want to imitate Max [Anderson, Indianapolis Museum of Art], but I think he sets the bar pretty high for leading the field in a pretty bold direction that isn't about Max," Cartwright says.

Cartwright will start work at SAM in the fall (exactly when isn't set yet). He comes off of five years heading the San Diego Museum of Art, which isn't exactly a thrilling institution. I agree with Regina Hackett on this one; I've been there several times, but it's never a must-go when I'm visiting family in San Diego, and to me it's a dull and, worse, fairly conservative museum that doesn't do any one thing well—meaning it has similar problems to SAM, but worse. (Some of those are not under the control of the director, it must be said.)

Before that he ran the museum at Dartmouth for three years and the Musée d'Art Américain Giverny in France for two years. He got his PhD. at the University of Michigan in art history in 1994; his dissertation was on "the Muzak of the 19th century," he calls it: the public murals of Sargent, Whistler, and Cassatt.

Personally, he's moved by the paintings of Cy Twombly and Joan Mitchell, and the photographs of Robert Frank, Cathy Opie, and John Thomson. He first fell in love with art history as a student at UC Berkeley (he's a native of SF). He intended to be an artist, but a class in 20th-century sculpture—stuff like Dada and the Orgien Mysterien Theater (Theater of Orgies and Mysteries) of Viennese Actionist Hermann Nitsch in the '50s—convinced him that thinking about it, writing about it, and teaching it would be more fun.

The three best shows he saw in the last year are William Kentridge: Five Themes at SFMoMA, Take your time: Olafur Eliasson at the MCA Chicago, and El Greco to Velazquez at MFA Boston.

He is married to a lawyer and has three kids, ages 8 to 14. He speaks Russian and French, and his use of English only occasionally slips into bland museum-director pablum.

"I was trained as an art historian, and so I thought I would spend my life teaching small groups of really bright people," he says. "But doing things for people you will probably never meet or know feels like a real privilege, and I like that. The museum has a high responsibility to be accessible, to be challenging."

San Diego and Seattle are similar in that both are "big cities facing Asia on a border," he says. The SDMA still needs to assert itself as a major player beyond its region, Cartwright says, and Seattle is farther along in the process, with its larger size and three sites (Asian museum, downtown museum, sculpture park).

But "this is a place that could take a few creative risks—not that it hasn't already," he says, "but that's what interests me in the work I'm going to do ahead."

We all can hold him to that.

Cartwright was selected from a pool of "sub-20" candidates of interest, and then 6 who came to the museum to be interviewed over the last nine months. In a meeting this morning in an upper-floor museum conference room, selection committee chair Charlie Wright (a lawyer, longtime trustee at Dia, and son of Seattle's heavyweight modern collectors) and collector and longtime trustee Jon Shirley described their decision. They called Cartwright "extremely well-rounded," "passionate about art," "articulate," and somebody "who understands people really well."

When asked about the sleepiness of San Diego's museum, Wright responded.

"The fact that he excites us is probably predictive of his ability to excite others, is probably all we can say. If San Diego's reputation is not where it should be, that's not so much our problem. We feel like we've hired someone who can fulfill Seattle's best destiny.

"We think we've got a star, and we'll prove it."

Meanwhile, downstairs in the galleries, photojournalist Berner continued shuffling around his affable subject in order to get the best angle for his Times picture. He set Cartwright in front of a video by Kentridge, where a procession of animals and people marched right across his face in shadow. He was, it seemed, happy to be in the shadow of the art.

Photo by Jennifer Richard

Drago Ballot-Stuffing Already?

Posted by Eli Sanders on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 1:30 PM

5777/1243455127-drago.jpgAbout an hour after I posted this Slog straw poll on the Seattle mayor's race, I received an e-mail, subject line:

Mayor's race poll hacked?

The correspondent had noticed something, and we here at Slog headquarters had noticed it too: Jan Drago was ascending a bit too rapidly in our poll. After the first 100 or so votes (which are usually a good predictor of the final poll outcome), Drago was in third place, behind McGinn and Nickels. Then, suddenly, she shot out to first place and was commanding something close to 60 percent of the vote.

What happened? Is Drago's newly-launched campaign really the sleeper hit of the summer?

Nope.

Stranger web guru Anthony Hecht looked at the IP addresses that all the new Drago votes were coming from and quickly found Drago's base of support: one IP address. (And it doesn't look to be a business IP address, which could have meant hundreds of Drago supporters, coincidentally all in one office, all using the same router. It looks to be a residential address, meaning one rabid Drago supporter engaging in some highly repetitive web-trickery.)

The statistical proof: Back when the poll was at 678 total votes, with Drago way out in front, Anthony found about 85 percent of Drago's 367 votes coming from that one IP address. Clear cut electronic ballot-stuffing.

So I called Drago to ask about this, and began by explaining that we'd put up a poll that was showing her way out in front. Before I could get to the "But..." she said, excitedly:

Wait, wait, wait, I gotta write it down!

Then, after I explained the apparent ballot-stuffing, she said:

I don’t know anything about it. I literally don’t know anything about it. I’ve been so much in the eye of the hurricane, and clearly the media is hungry for a race. Yesterday—I’ve just never experienced anything like that... But I have no idea. I’ll check with my political consultant, but I guess my response is that I’m honest and people know that. I play the game honestly. It’s gonna be a rough road. I’ve never played those kinds of games in my campaigns, and I certainly don’t intend to.

Sandeep Kaushik, spokesman for the campaign of Mayor Greg Nickels, said only:

This result is about as credible as the other poll that Drago was flogging around a couple of weeks ago.

Lunchtime Quickie

Posted by Kelly O on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 12:35 PM

Dear Publisher Tim Keck, I think everyone here will agree, we each need one of these on our desks. I hope you don't mind. I've ordered several cases from Planet WTF. Love, Kelly

It's Difficult to Say Nice Things About NDs

Posted by Jonathan Golob on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 12:34 PM

A recent column of mine responded to a question/rant about naturopathic medicine:

A dear friend of mine is about to enter a prestigious program of naturopathic medicine. There—in exchange for hundreds of thousands of dollars and five years of his life—he will study homeopathy, osteopathy, water therapy, etc. Apparently, after gaining his ND credential, he will not only be allowed to practice medicine in Washington, but also to prescribe drugs. Why does state law allow these practitioners to dole out the pills? Can this possibly be safe?

Incredulous Friend

P.S. Is there a polite way to tell someone that everything he passionately believes in is bunk and that he's throwing his life away?

I disagreed with the questioner; a lot of alternative medicine is worthwhile, and increasingly demonstrated to be so by the scientific method.

Fortunately, not all of naturopathic medicine is bunk....The less a branch of naturopathic medicine defines itself as being in opposition to "allopathic medicine" (i.e., scientific medicine), the more useful it seems to be for patients. Most massage therapists or acupuncturists will gladly admit the limits of their techniques, and the benefits from receiving treatment from either can be scientifically demonstrated. For things like chronic back pain, arguably these practitioners will be of more use to a patient than a doctor armed with pills and surgery. Training in osteopathy is becoming ever closer to the curriculum one would find in a medical school; Science would trust an osteopath as a primary caregiver as much as an MD.

Only when the naturopathic fields refuse to have their claims tested by experimentation does Science find them to be silly or even fraudulent.

This position—that an ND curriculum based upon science is as valid as one taught at a traditional medical school—is a bit out there, a more generous stance in favor than typical for naturopathic medicine.

The response from the local ND community? Emails like these:

First problem: it is an opinion dressed in an article called 'Science.' That is shitty science. It is also crappy journalism to advance opinion as fact. Some simple searches on PubMed would have improved the entire article, or maybe call a few people with credentials like Dan Savage does.

Bigger problem: Bastyr University pays the Stranger for ad space. Obviously, you print what you think is important and everybody is better off because censorship creates fear and drones. However, I think taking money from a University for ad space and bashing them in an opinion-laden article passed as Science is low. It is one thing to take ads for cigarettes and then criticize, but Naturopathy is not cigarettes, it leads to health not health problems.

You paper shapes peoples opinions. Do you really want to suggest that current medical practices are ideal? Do you want to discredit the ND's who heal while not partaking in the fraud that is our current healthcare system and medical practice? I would like you to publish articles on 'iatrogenic' disease. There is a story.

Ugh.

EBPD.jpgModern medicine works because of a long legacy of scientific inquiry to human health—from peer-reviewed, double-blind, randomized and controlled trials to simple correlations of observations to disease states. After pulling out the horrors of our employer-based private insurance system, for-profit hospitals and other aggravations, this body of knowledge— continually expanded, pruned and refined—is the basis for the dramatic successes of a deeply flawed health care system.

Take Evidenced-Based Physical Diagnosis, written by a Seattle VA doctor Steven McGee, as an exemplar example. Any caregiver (MD, ND, DO, whatever) with this book, or similar, in their mind is skittering on top of a vast and precise body of knowledge that has taken centuries to accumulate. This collection of carefully curated information, that some of my ND readers are ready to call fraudulent, is beautiful and scientific in the deepest sense of the word. To the extent that alternative caregivers are contributing to it—using differing philosophies and point of view to open whole new areas to observation—they deserve a warm embrace. To the extent they are furiously, blindly and stupidly lashing out at it, they are the enemies of health.

Back Attack

Posted by Charles Mudede on Wed, May 27, 2009 at 12:30 PM

For the answer to this...

When English teams have visited the Italian capital in recent years there have been a string of fans stabbed in the buttocks by hooligans. But why do they target the backside?
...go here.

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