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This weekend Seattlest was standing outside of Jules Maes in Georgetown trying to explain to someone which part, exactly, of the Rainier Cold Storage compound across the street was about to be torn down. It's the Stock House which is north of here a bit--it's, uh...no. Ok, it's down there near the...no. Not thirty feet from us and directly across the street there's a sign that says "Stock House." Yep, that's it.

There's been a lot of hype about this disc--Clarkson fired her management and pissed off Clive Davis in the process of making it--and you can bet pretty much every reviewer will mention that somewhere in their assessment. We're sheep, so we thought we'd open with that and get it out of the way. We'll be honest. Nobody's going to be giving Kelly Clarkson an award for being a great lyricist, so just get it out...

Comes as no surprise to discover that a website called TheGiantHamburger sells a do-it-yourself "16-inch giant hamburger kit" for $19.95 plus postage. All you need is 10 pounds of ground beef and one or two friends.

The long-awaited stalks of bright red local rhubarb arrived at the farmer’s market a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t until last weekend that we finally hit on a rhubarb dessert worth mentioning. Sure, we’d made a rhubarb cornmeal cake that was pretty good, and our friends insisted that our rhubarb compote atop rice pudding was quite pleasant, but we weren’t satisfied.

Dammit, she auditioned in Seattle. Can't we claim her?

Through April 21, tickets $12/$10 students/seniors

[Seattlest apologizes for the lateness of this post. We've been fighting off illness. And dragons.]

Howard Schultz is probably enjoying his first relaxing day in a while today after the Starbucks shareholder's meeting yesterday. At least, he finally had a chance to explain to everyone just what the hell he was talking about with that whole memo thing. You remember the memo--we're talking about the one where he complained that Starbucks had lost its way in the name of growth and had become a cookie cutter retail chain that was squeezing the romance out of caffeinated beverages. When he was dictating that memo it must have occurred to him that he'd be standing on the stage inside McCaw Hall someday soon explaining it. Yesterday was the day.

the "sterile" and "cookie-cutter" nature that Schultz bemoans.

AUTHOR, AUTHOR: In Bich Minh Nguyen's memoir, Stealing Buddha's Dinner, a young family escapes from Vietnam shortly before the fall of Saigon and relocates to Grand Rapids, Michigan. "In her recreation of a world populated by family ties, Ritz crackers, and Judy Blume books, she has captured the 1980s with perfection," says Kirkus Reviews.

Valentine’s day is complicated. So Seattlest likes to celebrate with something simple, something unobtrusive, something like shortbread. Shortbread is plain enough to please everyone, and when lovingly prepared, delicious enough to impress them too. Chummy coworkers? Shortbread. Been on a few dates, but not official? Shortbread. Shortbread says: I like you, but in a noncommittal sort of way.

On Friday, December 29th at 10am, KEXP will begin counting down the top 90.3 albums of 2006 (does that mean 90 good albums plus one only a third of which is any good? We don't know). In the meantime, until December 26th you and everyone you know can vote for your own top five albums of the year.

We rifled through Sunday's New York Times Arts Section cover piece about Starbucks thinking that if we looked hard and fast enough we'd find a punchline in there somewhere. When it turned out that no punchline was forthcoming we wrote it off to some kind of East Coast joke that was over our heads. Not even Gawker made any mention of the article so it couldn't have been legit and, well, we've spent thirty two years learning that just because Seattlest doesn't get a joke doesn't mean there's no joke there.

Thirteen teams turned out for Seattlest trivia last night at the Old Pequliar. Want to see how you'd do? Here are all the questions. We'll post answers later today, along with a list of team standings and anything else interesting we find to say about the event.

October is here! That means candy apples, inappropriate costumes, and tons of live music.

Suicide Girls is five years old, which makes these young starlets some of the grande dames of alt-porn. You can celebrate with them tonight, when they bring their controversial burlesque show to Neumo's.

Lordy, we are getting old. Midway through day 2 of Bumbershoot, we were dragging hardcore. The crowds, the drunk white guys, the terrible fashion---it was all getting to be too much. But then we nutted up and carried on with our high-octane music intake.

You've been in a meeting all morning. Exactly how many coworkers have to pontificate on the benefits of the new TPS reporting system before they let you out of there? All of them, apparently, even though everyone in the room knows you're moving to the new reports. "Um, excuse me, but can we go over the submission system again?" "Which part of it?" "All of it. I just got here." It looks like a few people have weird jaw aches, but they're actually reaching for cynide teeth. Come noon you're going to bust through those revolving doors like a bat out of hell and head straight to the nearest convenience store for a frosty Pabst Ice.

We check in on local dominatrix/columnist Mistress Matisse's blog every once in a while -- oh, who are we kidding, we subscribe to her RSS feed. Who doesn't want to hear true tales of sex work?

This has been a rough week for your -ist pals, though you wouldn't know it from the great posts all over the network. Plagued with server problems, our tech team (led by the great Neil Epstein) toiled around the clock to solve the glitches as they arose. Seriously, we've said, typed, and thought the phrase "server problems" more in the past week than we have for the last 35 years combined. Why not say it a few more times, just for fun? For example, SFist is sure the San Francisco Chronicle wishes they could blame server problems for this error. But this San Francisco man that appeared on "The Daily Show" is, sadly, no glitch in the system.

Memo to the Showbox: If you are going to open your doors two hours before any music, please let us know that in advance. Otherwise, we will assume you're following standard operating procedure (doors an hour before opening acts) and will arrive accordingly. And then you end up with a grumpy crowd on your hands who have just been given an unexpected extra hour to drink. No one wants that.

Actually, we have a crush on Crush. How could you not fall for someone who made you the most magnificent microscopic-diced rhubarb compote, a bright pink rhubarb sorbet on a crunchy almond cookie with a creamy ricotta cheesecake, a tiny, crisp lavender meringue, light as air, covered with a sweet-and-sour rhubarb jam and an ethereal anise hyssop foam, and served it to you all on one plate?

Sometimes history provides the right man for the times.

Last Saturday, Seattlest attended what may be one of the final public screenings of Not Straight Forward, a documentary film by Jenny Ting, about Seattle’s lesbian dating scene. Saturday’s screening was the icebreaker to a broader evening of burlesque, feather boas and dancing, provided by Girl4Girl Productions. Seattlest didn’t stick around for these festivities, but the film sure was super. (Thanks for asking!)

Some may call it the Rainy City, the Emerald City, or the Jet City, but around here, we call it like we see it: Seattle is the Coffee Capitol. To say that Seattlites love their lattes is a gross understatement. Without coffee, it’s unlikely that much would happen in this rainy, emerald city, and there would undoubtedly be fewer jets. But while much has been said of our noble brew, less has been noted of its companions, the muffins, scones, donuts, buns, bagels, breads, and biscotti that accompany it down the gullet. Next to every great cup of coffee belongs a great pastry, and Seattlest aims to deliver.

Seattlest fell fast in love with Nortec Collective's Tijuana Sessions Vol. 1 the moment we heard it. We were finally coming down off our Ozomatli high (insanely good salsa music, smooshed together with really good hip-hop and the best live shows we've ever seen) and stumbled across it, thanks to Amazon's recommendation engine. We love really good, complex, electronic music such as Amon Tobin, Prefuse 73, and Squarepusher. We are also, independent of that, big fans of music from northern Mexico (aka norteno). This is due partly to exposure to that area and its music via members of our family living in San Diego for many years, but mostly thanks to our longstanding affair with salsa music that started in early college and led us on a rampage of latino music consumption thereafter.

Seattlest has a favorite cookie. And we'd like to tell you all about it.