
The SECB ended up at the War Room last night, where it bought Mike McGinn* a Guinness and then drank a quantity of whiskey. On mornings like this, the SECB recalls, what is very best is a plate of eggs and a milkshake. But where to go (without, of course, leaving the two-block radius)? Charlie's sounds a little weird. Glo's—does Glo's have milkshakes? Maybe it will have to be a coursed meal, with milkshake at Bluebird, then omelet at Cafe Presse. That is really suboptimal. The SECB has a new initiative for Mr. Eyman: Initiative All Restaurants Have Milkshakes. Vote yes.
*Knock on wood!

There's currently a large police response near 11th and Pike for a traffic stop involving a car that fits the description of the car used in Saturday's murder of officer Timothy Brenton. A Stranger intern saw the driver of the car (a beat-up Chevy Monza) being ordered out of his vehicle by multiple officers with guns drawn. They made him put his hands above his head, walk backward away from the car, and kneel in the roadway—after which he stood behind a police cruiser, handcuffed, as officers inspected the grill of his Chevy.
Could this (from Slog tipper Ryan at 4:16 this morning):
I've personally never seen more cops out and about on capital hill than I did tonight Fri 10/23... and this is just walking from 12th and pike to pike and broadway. First I witnessed two white male butch (aggressive) cops harassing a group of gay black men outside of qfc... stepping them aside and asking for IDs... then on my way back to 12th... cops harassing people in the parking lot behind havana... and this is all in a matter of ten minutes... WTF!!!
...be related to this?
Pizza, pinball, and unicorns.

(Taken with a shitty cell phone camera over the weekend. There's another photo—another sign, same message—after the jump.)
In case you're walking through Cal Anderson Park today: HEADS UP! That crane was just seen lifting two Honey Buckets very, very, very high into the air and putting them down in a new location. (This cell phone camera isn't so good at detail. Those are two Honey Buckets dangling there above the tennis courts.)

(A brief search on YouTube for that Police Academy scene involving Mahoney, a Honey Bucket, and a stadium full of people has turned up empty—anyone?)
In a strange and somewhat ironic twist of fate, the crazy woman who berated the public servants as they bravely vanquished the Great Pole Fire of 2009 was shortly thereafter spotted laid-out on the sidewalk in front of the Crypt, and was swiftly carried away, presumably to a hospital, by paramedics.
Breaking-ish news! Someone set fire to a telephone pole across the street from The Stranger's offices a few minutes ago. Here is the pole, burning:

But then the cops showed up with three fire extinguishers and totally extinguished that motherfucker.

Then the fire department showed up to cool down the smoldering pole* and a local crazy woman who is known for loudly calling people "jackasses" ran up to the firemen and kept calling them jackasses and telling them to go fuck themselves, proving yet again that it is a fine, glorious thing to be a public servant. Nobody from The Stranger was injured in the Great Pole Fire of 2009. The end.
*That's what she said.
Why are people sitting around on fake grass, getting acupuncture, playing ping pong, and doing really weird stuff in parking spaces and lots all over Capitol Hill? I DON'T KNOW. I do know it has something to do with this thing called "PARK(ing) Day". And Feet First. And maybe Flash Volunteer. More photos after the jump...

Friends, it is a bit windy out, and the sky grows cloudy. The leaves are turning. Today is the day to visit your favorite tree. I stopped under the tree that I love more than all other trees this morning—an entire universe exists under its canopy. It is the Big One.
The Big OneThe tree's trunk stands between the root-cracked sidewalk and seed-covered streets. Its leaves fall on the rooftops of parked cars. When you open the car door, branches reach into your vehicle and coarsely brush your face. They are curious; they are feeling things out.
The other day, under the branches of this massive tree—at the corner of East John Street and 11th Avenue—a rather handsome young man approached me. He was walking a white bicycle; he was looking at me with mild curiosity. He said: "Enjoying the tree? Isn't it wonderful? I live over there and see it every day, and I still can't get enough of it." He was as in love with this tree as I am. I asked if he knew its type. "It's an alderwood and probably 150 years old. I can't be sure of that number." I asked if he was an arborist. "Me? No," he said adjusting his helmet, his face brightening, his eyes somewhat dreamy, and a branch dipping toward his back. "I'm a natural scientist, so I do have some idea about plants. But I'm not an arborist." I thanked him for the good information, and he said it was a pleasure to share it.
All trees aspire to bigness. Bigness is their gaudium—the characteristic pleasure of a particular form of life. Chenjerai Hove writes: "I used to watch cattle chewing lazily under the shade of the musuma trees, chewing as if to show me that I was not able to enjoy what they enjoyed." When we see a big tree, we see this enjoyment, this gaudium. Little trees do not have this effect; their lives are small and stupid. The lure of big trees is that they are heavy with life and are deep in thought.
Five more of the sexiest trees in Seattle lionized by Mr. Mudede over here.
This well-organized pile of shoes, lotion, sea salt, an empty corn starch container, a blue mug, a dirty glass, Lipton tea bags, leaves, and a large, wet hacky sack like ball is currently at the bus stop on Broadway, across from SCCC.

What is it? A shrine? An offering to the bus stop gods? A vague 9/11 memorial? Art?
AAN is reporting that our very own Bethany Jean Clement is featured in Da Capo's Best Food Writing 2009 anthology. Her story "The Beauty of the Beast" was chosen for the book, which comes out this fall. Here is the first paragraph of the piece:
My grandmother raised Angus cattle east of the mountains, outside Sunnyside. We often went over on weekends. We mended fence, and we took the cattle from pretty pastures out to prettier sagebrush and back in the ancient International Harvester truck, which I learned how to drive at a very young age. When we branded—heating the branding iron to red-hot over a fire in the corral, guiding the cattle through a labyrinth of fences with more yells than whipping, squeezing them tight one at a time in the metal-barred chute—my job was to clip off the fur on their sides in a square so my dad or brother could apply the iron. It smelled pretty bad, and the cow would bellow mightily, its eyes rolling back in its head. Then, released, it would forget instantly, walking away calm and docile.
Clement's review of Shoofly Pie Co. was featured in last year's Best Food Writing anthology, which means she has been one of the best food writers in America for TWO YEARS RUNNING. Congratulations to Ms. Clement for her twofer, and yay for all us peons who get to read her work for free on a daily basis.
The winner!

In a very, very close race, Christopher's beard was voted the best beard by Slog readers. He won with 47% of the votes.
"I don't typically like guys with beards, but Frizzelle, call me sometime," said commenter Lacking Creativity.
Grant came in second with a respectable 46%.
We need your help solving an inter-office battle. Three behind-the-curve staffers finally have beards (now that they're uncool again).
As always, these polls are legally binding.



Tavern Law—in the Trace Loft building at 12th and Madison on Capitol Hill, brought to you by the gentlemen of the massively popular Spur Gastropub in Belltown—opens very, very soon, and people who love good cocktails are very, very excited. Look for anything with cranberry—chef Brian McCracken's family owns a cranberry farm, and barkeep David Nelson knows what to do with carefully sourced ingredients. In terms of food, McCracken and co-chef Dana Tough will be making classics like oysters Rockefeller, the fabled Monte Cristo, clams casino, and more. Tick tock.
Photos of last night's preview from from Trace Lofts.
Have you seen this nuttiness?

Tonight from 7 to 11 p.m., Seattle's new all-star mobile-barbecue-vendor will be at 15th Avenue and Pine. What style of barbecue does Gert's serve?
"Seattle-style!" [Rodney] Jones proclaims. "Everybody says, 'I got Memphis-style, I got Texas-style.' We're from here, we're proud of being from here, and our barbecue is from here. Some like the dry rubs; we like the wet marinade. We never boil the meat—that's blasphemy. We assume people have a few good teeth or good dentures to chew the food."
Read all about it over here. Gert's don't-misses: the extremely excellent pulled pork sliders, the smoky-sweet ribs, the kind of terrifyingly addictive green bean casserole.
For your future reference, here's Gert's on Twitter.
Photo by Kelly O is of Walter and Donnell Jackson—proprietors, along with Jones—with a photograph of Gert. She could really cook.
This is glued to a parking meter just down the street from our offices:

Well said, Mr. Crust-punk-whose-favorite-book-is-probably-Fight-Club. Well said, indeed.

Here we have the sidewalk outside of the Comet. On the right, you get a glimpse of what color the sidewalk should be. On the left you see what color most of the sidewalk is. It's covered in dirt and gum and beer and hot dog juice and probably a little puke. It smells bad and it looks disgusting. Oh how I wish it would rain.
Croque Campagnard, my best friend favorite sandwich, is back on the menu at Cafe Presse. You have no idea how hard I'm trying to hold in the exclamation points.

Croque Campagnard = bread, mustard, salami, tomato, cheese, openface, bubbly, crispy on edges. Cornichons.
Let's never fight again, Croque Campagnard.
Update: HERE is a more appetizing picture.

Tonight at Cal Anderson Park, Three Dollar Bill Outdoor Cinema continues its summer series of beloved '80s trash with 1980's Flash Gordon.
I have never seen 1980's Flash Gordon, but every bit of info I learn about it makes me think I should. Specifically:
*Leading man Sam Jones posed nekkid for Playgirl! And eyewitnesses say his performance in Flash Gordon is "bulge-o-rific!"
*Soundtrack by Queen!
*Villainy by Max Von Sydow!
*An 83% positive rating at Rotten Tomatoes, with the movie mag Empire opining, "This campy extravaganza has it all—heroes, villains, beautiful women and high stakes. Laughably bad and fantastically good all at once, this is a guilty pleasure that everyone can enjoy."
If all that's not enough to entice you, there's this:
Gay nerd herd!
Tonight a bunch of gaymers are meeting up to watch Flash Gordon in Cal Anderson Park. We're meeting at Molly Moons for ice cream at 8. About 20 people are going so far but it would be great to get the word out to more gay nerds. I'll be wearing a Flash Gordon tshirt!
Gay nerd herd! Movie starts around 9pm, when the sun goes down. Bring blankets for the grass (and vice versa). Free!

Reports Lynn Porter at the DJC:
Pryde + Johnson has filed plans with the city of Seattle to renovate the former Precision Autowerks building at the southeast corner of 11th Avenue and East Pine Street into retail, artists lofts and 84 residential units.GGLO is designing the project at the 1530 11th Ave. The plan is to retain the facade of the 1926 building and construct a new six-story building with ground floor retail and the housing above, according to information from the city.
About time.