Results tagged “bigpicture”

Wow! Today's Friday the twelfth, and that leaves you all of twelve shopping days till Christmas. Which sort of sucks, since you're probably a little nervous about the state of the economy and whatnot and thinking that maybe fattening up the old savings account is a wiser move than buying a new Wii Fit. But insofar as gifts are an unavoidable fact of the holidays, we here at Seattlest thought we'd offer you some clever gift ideas for the holidays with an emphasis on both your budget and what you can do to help grease the wheels of the local economy just a bit.

No one on Seattlest has yet touched this story about a 14-year-old girl from Carnation, Wash., whose parents starved her and severely restricted her water intake for over three years. That's because it's one of those horrifying, haunting stories that allows no room for snark; even platitudes like "horrifying" and "haunting" seem emptier than usual, because they don't even begin to touch what it must have been like for this girl to be so abused. It must have been a living nightmare.

YOU BETCHA: As far as Seattlest is concerned, there really is nothing worth doing tonight aside from watching the Sarah Palin show. Will she deliver endless bullshit answers full of noun phrases that seem to have nothing to do with one another? Will she address that "Putin flying over Alaska gives me foreign policy cred" absurdity? Will Joe Biden totally slaughter her, or will he make some "woops" remark that actually makes her come out looking like the more poised option? There is so much on the line, but mostly there's just so much entertainment value. We'll start you off on your drinking game plan: drink when Palin says "You Betcha!"

Tonight's the night: The smartest trivia players in Seattle gather at the Old Pequliar for eighty questions. At stake: cash -- all the entry fees, doubled by the bar. Seattlest James is hosting, because it's the first Tuesday of the month.

Central Cinema, over at 21st and Union, is showing the Super Bowl on its big screen. This Sunday, 3pm. The biggest football you've ever seen. We've checked the Big Picture's website, and it looks like Central Cinema has this idea all to itself.

The only real negative: the sound system isn't as good as the rest of the theater's presentation, especially during the too-loud "how to rent this theater" promos that show just before the film.

Prop. 1, the roads and transit measure. Supporters say it will help solve our gridlock problem. Anti-tax opponents say"no it won't" and environazi opponents say "roads are killing the planet, it's transit-only or nothing." Tomorrow's election day. Here's how Seattlesters are voting.

About three lives ago, when we were living in a scientific research station in Ecuador, we watched The Postman (Il Postino) with a group of Westerners. After the movie, which is one of our favorites, we were sitting there, wondering why the room had suddenly gotten all dusty, when a privileged teenage British hipster/tourist named Aelys (pronounced like Alice, but her parents preferred the Welsh spelling) announced that she hadn't liked the movie because it was too slow. Charlie's Angels 2, she liked, but not this.

Next up was Juno, the latest comedy from Jason Reitman. We loved his first feature, Thank You for Smoking, and had heard nothing but good buzz about this flick, which is kinda Knocked Up meets Superbad, if Judd Apatow stopped focusing so much on male friendships and paid more attention to the pregnant girl. As the titular acid-tongued, preggo high schooler, Ellen Page keeps on getting better and better, and the rest of the cast (JK Simmons, Allison Ranney, Jennifer Garner, and Jason Bateman, reunited here with his TV son, sweet baby Michael Cera) ain't no slouch neither. A couple minor quibbles: if anything the film is too cute by half. We don't need pop culture references for the sake of pop culture references: "No, It's Morgan Freeman. I'm here to collect some bones." And we certainly don't need a quirky folk song introducing every goddamn scene (Wes Anderson much?). Still, the film was ultimately very moving -- we always appreciate it when a foul-mouthed movie turns out to have some heart.

They can handle uncertainty--it is a professional requirement, in fact--but they tend to avoid speaking about their research unless they are very certain about something. (At least the good ones do.) Increasingly so, the precision and certainty of science are being put on trial on a public scale never before experienced. And to a degree, the admirable tendency of scientists to demand certainty is in conflict with our need as the public to potentially act on less inviolable evidence.

Mike Min, local Genius of Iron Composer and Seattle School fame, has assembled a soundtrack of "every nook and cranny of weird and gorgeous Seattle," seventeen tracks to be best experienced traveling around town by bike.

We successfully navigated the B-word over the weekend without seeing John Moe do his McSweeney's dance, which is not very neighborly of us. It's something we would love to see and hopefully he performs again sometime soon, although that seems unlikely because he's got this whole book thing going on as well.

Dansk Stil was well worth attending Tuesday night, which many did despite the technical difficulties in getting our post up. The film was engaging, funny, and generally very human, exploring how the Danes have taken in and made aspects of hip-hop culture their own. The fact that there was a demonstration by some of the Danish b-boys and a quick performance by Cancer Rising proved to be the icing on an already satisfying cake. (Here are two scenes from the film: One Two)

Seattlest's radio only has two buttons; one for KUOW and one for KEXP, and we only use those when our iPod's battery gives up the ghost 2 minutes into a drive. Or if Moe's on.

, one of Seattlest's favorite films from 2005, you don't have much by way of options. Until recently, it was playing at the Uptown Theatre. You could wait for it to be out on DVD; its post-Oscars release is not until March 21st. Nah, don't bother: director Noel Baumbach's third full-length continues to play both locations of the Big Picture, the cushiest theatres in town. We do so enjoy having a cocktail with our film, and oh! what a film it is.

Seems like everybody and their mama has been raising money for the Red Cross or other agencies helping in hurricane relief efforts. Even Seattlest's local karaoke dive bar was taking cash for the cause last Sunday night. What follows is by no means a comprehensive list, but just a smattering of upcoming events by local businesses where your money can make a difference:

There are many that show unlimited disdain for the corporate adoption of a subculture for marketing purposes. A more pragmatic approach allows one to take advantage of these corporate activities while keeping awareness of the marketing at work. There are definitely cases where a coporation can show respect for their inspiration, just as there are cases where they don't.

Well, it's certainly no Brew and View, but The Big Picture, Seattle's upscale movie theater-cum-bar suits us just fine. The self-described "boutique meeting and event facility" is located on 1st Ave. in Belltown, but last Friday, they opened an additional venue. This one's on the Eastside in Redmond Town Center (on the second level, across from Macy's). So after a long hard day working at Microsoft, or after a long hard day protesting Microsoft, you can head over there for a film and a drink in some of the comfiest theater seats in town.