Archive for April, 2007

On Being a Seattle Native

Today, when I walked into work, I saw in the restaurant under my office not one or two, but a table full of my middle school teachers. It was like the type of thing you would have nightmares about. You get up, go to work and instead of your fun-loving co-workers you are doomed to a day of torture in the style of Ms. Jones’ in-school-suspension. On top of that, you must make awkward small talk as they try to remember whether you were the student they liked or the one they expelled for dealing pot in the hallways.

The city of Seattle has somewhere around 600,000 residents. I say ‘around’ because it turns out that due to budget cuts Seattle no longer has a demographer, thus the city website cannot give me a better estimate. But my point is, your chances of running into someone you know in a city of 600,000 seems small (especially to those of you who have never run in to an ex-fling in Grand Central Station in the hazy fog that is New Year’s Day). But If you have lived in this city your whole life, you have to figure you have a decent connection to at least a good five hundred of them. Giving you a 1 in 1200 chance of knowing one of them (I’m seeing those middle school teachers checking my math…). When you look at how many random people you see on a given day, you suddenly realize, that being a Seattle native, you are doomed (blessed?) with getting to see old playground chums, ex-boyfriends and the girl who once barfed on your shoes at Bumbershoot on a fairly regular basis.

Now I know that there is a number of other factors here–The part of town, socio-economic circle, the fact that people move away and other people move into town and a tweak for people that you have not bothered to commit to memory. But when all is said and done, I appreciate that living in a city as small as Seattle I am able to see people from my past on a fairly regular basis without extra effort.

And even better? That I live in a city big enough that I can walk right by the table of middle school teachers in the noise of the crowd and giggle loudly with my middle school friends that I’m still in touch with without ever having to say a word.

weekend film agenda

  • The Seattle University chapter of Oxfam is hosting a screening tonight of Black Gold, a 2006 documentary about the coffee trade. Dinner at 6:30, film at 7:30, at New Freeway Hall, 5018 Rainier Ave S. Contact Shasti Conrad at conrads@seattleu.edu or 206.296.2480 for details.
  • Northwest Film Forum [site] shows their spiffy new 35mm print of Annie Hall, tonight through next Thursday at 7 and 9 pm weekdays, Saturday and Sunday at 5. I have never understood the appeal of this film, but, then, I’ve never been much of a Woody Allen fan, anyway.
  • Midnight at the Egyptian [site] this week is the brilliant Wait Until Dark, a drama about a blind woman who unknowingly brings home an object wanted by some seriously bad guys whose melodramatic plot is saved from silliness by the extraordinary performances of the cast, including the always perfect Audrey Hepburn.
  • Hot Fuzz is playing throughout the city, but you should go see this sardonic comedy at the Neptune [site] because it’s a great place to see a film.

Class of ‘57 opens time capsule, clutches pearls

In 1957 students at the University of Washington put together a time capsule–pictures, newspapers, reel-to-reel recordings–and then sealed it into the wall of the Communications building. But apparently they didn’t seal it well enough: “Sometime in the early 1980s, the pranksters — unknown as yet — laid a pornographic centerfold atop the pile, and added other odd and obscene mementos to the mix [P-I].”

They’re replacing it with a new time capsule, filled with “digital media,” and, one hopes, in about 20 years a new round of additions. They’ll be showing the contents of both capsules at a party on Saturday, but I imagine the porn and dirty underwear will be left behind. Shame, really.

West Seattle Farmers Market opens this weekend

We’re nearly halfway through spring and closing in on summer, which means opening dates for Seattle Neighborhood Farmers Markets are cropping up everywhere. This weekend marks the 2007 premiere for the West Seattle Farmers Market, leading the pack of seven opening dates from now through June. The West Seattle market features over 35 Washington State farmers and small food processors each week, which means lots and lots of cherries and veggies and cheese, oh my.

Make a little stop off there Sunday, if
you feel so inclined. I know I will; I’m a big fan of farmers markets. I’d like to say I go to stock my fridge with wholesome, organic, fresh produce, but let’s be honest here. I go for the free lunch I get from samples and the oodles of home-baked goods. I’ve never been one to pass-up the chance to buy a Rice Krispie treat that could feed a small village–a small village in my belly!

Look for these farmers markets opening in your neighborhood (in order of opening day):

West Seattle: Sundays, 10-2p.m., April 29th – December 30th
Columbia City: Wednesdays, 3-7p.m., May 2nd – October 31st
University District: Saturdays, 9-2p.m., May 4th – December 29th
Broadway: Sundays, 11-3p.m., May 13th – November 18th
Lake City: Thursdays, 3-7p.m., May 17th – October 4th
Magnolia: Saturdays, 10-2p.m., June 2nd – October 13th
Phinny: Fridays, 3-7p.m., June 15th – September 28th

Spines at SeaTac

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I’ve been out of town for the last few days, and going in and out through the airport I found myself faintly disturbed by this pile of things in Concourse A. According to the airport they’re called “Clouds and Clunkers” by Peter Shelton. But aside from being, you know, clouds and clunkers, a lot of them look remarkably like gently weathered pieces of spinal cords, just tucked into a corner (and hung from the ceiling) like the remains of the victims that the airport has claimed in the past.

Where Everybody Knows Your Drink

It’s morning. You’re cranky, not yet completely awake, and severely under caffeinated. You and your equally sleepy love walk into Fuel Coffee on North 45th Street in Wallingford with your coffee mugs and matching half scowls.

“You want your quad Americanos? White chocolate and sugar free vanilla?”

You don’t even have to order. Moments later (as few moments as takes to pull eight shots of perfect espresso), two steaming mugs are set in front of you.
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Edward Scissorhands at the Fifth Ave

The 5th Ave [site] is one of my favorite places to see a show for various reasons, one of which is that if there are any bad sightlines in the house I haven’t found them yet. This is good news for the staging of Edward Scissorhands [site], as being able to see this very-visually focused show is a key to enjoying it.

The stage set for Edward Scissorhands is very clever: there is an excllent use of varying opacity screens and light projections to create such diverse settings as a creepy forest and the night sky during an electrical storm. Skillful lighiting conveys clues to the time of day and the time of year for each scene and for those scenes with physical items for setting, the show’s designers wisely have chosen to create a few finely crafted pieces that frame each setting, directing the audience’s eyes into filling in the details.

The play tells a story almost identical to the film on which it is based, although there are some changes–the opening prologue shows us a regular little boy playing with knives that make an ideal lightening rod. His death inspires his grieving father to make his own Frankenstein creature, one with scissors for hands. A group of kids from the nearby town come to play a Halloween trick that doesn’t end well and the scissor-handed Edward is left all alone. The scene shifts to the unnamed suburban town where we are introduced to its families (Boggs, Monroe, Upton, Evercreech, Cotti, and Grubb) in a dance entitled “Suburban Ballet” thaqt would be brilliant if it were a few minutes shorter. Edward emerges and observes; he is found by Peg Boggs, She wins his trust and takes him in, settling Edward into her daughter Kim’s bedroom. Edward falls in love with Kim’s image but she seems to have no interest in him until the final number of the first act, an extremely well executed scene in which specimens in a topiary garden dance exactly like one would imagine topiary would dance, while Edward and Kim open their hearts to one another.

Act two begins with Edward’s success as a barber; this is followed by what I considered the best number of the show, a scene in which a predatory Mrs. Monroe attempts to seduce an anxious Edward while Mr. Monroe moves in and out of the scene, the only one in the theater not feeling the tension between his wife and the unusual boy next door. The choreography here is spectacular, combining elements from all sorts of dance disciplines and adding in some fresh new moves as well. Soon it is Christmas and all is bright and beautiful until Kim’s boyfriend, jealous of her affection for Edward, coerces our hero into getting drunk. Someone hurt and Edward runs away to the graveyard where the boy Edward from the prologue is buried and he reunited with Kim. They share a tender moment that is ruined when the other townspeople arrive and then Edward is gone for good. The show ends with a flurry of snow.

It was unclear to me which actor was performing which role, as the members of the company have all learned multiple roles and the program doesn’t say which one was onstge in each role. This makes it hard to single out individual performances, which is a shame. All the roles were well-played, but some were more remarkable than others and all of the dancers managed to convey a greath depth of feeling with their movement, reciting their “lines” with ther bodies with as much skill as one would hope to hear from an actor’s lips. Overall, this was a fine performance and I would recommend it for most fans of dance or the film. I’m not sure how interesting it would be to people unfamiliar with the film, one of the play’s few weak points is that the lack of exposition allows for a number of unanswered questions, like how is that Mrs. Boggs is so immediately accepting of a strange young man with scissors for hands. Edward’s story is that of an outsider longing very much to be an insider, but the other familes seem to accept him so quickly it’s hard to remember that he’s not really meant to be one of them. Finally, while the dancing itself was always above par, a few of the dance routines seemed to go on for far too long, particularly “The Suburban Ballet”, “The Boggs’ Barbecue” and “The Annual Christmas Ball”.

Compliments must also go to the orchestra which combined members of the Edward Scissorhands tour with local musician; they played the score so flawlessly that for the first few minutes of the stage I wondered if it was a recording. The music for the play was partly composed for the stage and partly taken from Danny Elfrman’s score for the movie and does a fantastic job of supporting the work of the performers and adds to the depth of the stage set. In fact, I liked it well enough that I would buy the soundtrack if made available.

Edward Scissorhands runs through May 13.

in other blogs: secret show, kiss, news, parade goes on

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photo by Kathleen Bennett [flickr] via our group pool [#]
  • Move along, nothing to see here. U.S.E. aren’t playing a secret show at the Comet on Friday. [lineout]
  • Saved by the bell. Seattle’s hot new makeout spot. [seattledailyphoto]
  • How many Seattleites does it take to change a lightbulb? And several other Onion-worthy news items for the Seattle Follies. [defectiveyeti]
  • It’s back: “overwhelming support” outweighs $102,000 in debt, and SOaP responds to their adoring public by reconsidering their plan to relinquish control of the downtown parade. [p-i]
  • Some people are happy about this [slog]
  • Others find the decision dreadful [qseattle] and some of the coverage bizarre [qseattle]
  • Others have seven reasons for not commenting. [capitolhillseattle]

Score cheap seafood at Duke’s

I don’t know about all of you, but for me, the prospect of dining out for cheap is right up there with whiskers on kittens and brown paper packages, tied-up with strings.

My income doesn’t usually allow for me to enjoy all of the restaurants Seattle has to offer–you won’t find me too often at Waterfront Seafood Grill, El Gaucho or The Met. But, I’ve found a few ways around eating anywhere else besides that mobile taco cart on Western Avenue. And my favorite option–Duke’s Chowder House’s email club. So yeah, the restaurant’s not exactly four stars. But, it is seafood, and it does have a few good waterfront locations with patios (Alki, Lake Union and Greenlake), in addition to a killer happy hour ($3.95 appetizers and $4.50 cocktails).

As a member of their email club, I feel like I receive either a $10 off coupon, free clam chowder, or a two-for-one dinner in my in-box at least once a month. Two-for-one is huge since most of their menu prices fall in the $15 to $25 range for an entree. And, it allows for me to throw financial caution to the wind when I’m two deep on the $8 cucumber mojitos and want a third. When I’m enjoying my dinner at half price, then I don’t feel so bad.

Sign-up at your local Duke’s or here. (You get a free dinner right-away.)

Bureau of Unexpected Discoveries: Trolley Hill Park

I love Seattle. I love Seattle for it’s temperate weather. I love Seattle for all of it’s green spaces. I even love the clouds in Seattle (although I have been so happy to see blue skies!) I’ve lived on the ease side of Queen Anne for about a year and a half now, and everytime I walk up Taylor/5th Ave., I pass this cute little park with all the P-Patches. For all the times I’ve passed it, I’ve never gone into Trolley Hill Park, named after all the trolleys that used to run up and down Taylor and 5th Avenue. Until last night. The soon-to-be husband and I went for a walk up to Tully’s on Queen Anne Ave and on the way back down we decided to check out everyone’s gardens. It was still early, so there wasn’t too much to see on the garden-front, but we did discover a trailhead that led through the Northeast Queen Anne Greenbelt up to MacLean Park. We haven’t walked it yet, but I can’t wait to. Discovery Park and all of the other green spaces in this city are great, yet they all seem so far on foot. It’s just nice to know that there’s a little bit of nature in my own backyard.

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