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About 1 p.m. this afternoon, a Bronco XLT swerved out of control, clipped a few cars, and collided with Twice Sold Tales, at East Denny Way on Capitol Hill. CHS says the driver got out and headed up Denny on foot towards Broadway. Then at 5:30 p.m., MyBallard reports, a driver of a Bronco also lost control, smashed into a few cars, and ran into the bike shop at 56th Street and 24th Avenue. As we always remind you, two is a trend. If you see a Bronco, run like hell.

Gothamist has updating coverage on US Airways flight 1549 that has just crashed into the Hudson River, on takeoff from LaGuardia. Passengers are being rescued. A passenger has told CNN that everyone made it off the plane, which was due to arrive in Seattle this evening after a stop in Charlotte.

1997: in January, Bill Clinton was sworn in for a second term; in August, Princess Diana was killed in a car crash; and a film about a shipwreck, Titanic, was the top-grossing movie. In the vineyards of the Old World, springtime came early, summer was hot, and the harvest was wet. The wine gurus and the voodoo sages swirled and tasted, ruminated and spat. Bah, they said, don't bother. Bah, said Parker. Bah, said Tanzer. Bah, said the Spectator. Don't bother.

Those crazy kids at WET have put Ibsen's Hedda Gabler on a crash diet -- the subtitle is "A Pistol Fit in One Act" -- and added what they call "dance and circus vocabulary" to the mix. According to the Weekly,

The show is “movement intense,” says director Jennifer Zeyl; actors can and do literally run up the walls.

Just once, Seattlest would like to go to a show at Chop Suey and not trip on the single step down from the bar on our way to the ladies' room. When it's dark and the music's good, we get excited and forget to "please watch your step!" as per the handwritten sign posted to the right of said step... We hope no one saw us crash. Other than that mishap, we really, really enjoyed ourselves at the Grayskul/Hangar 18/Glue/XPerience/Grieves show on Friday night!

, dropped a couple weeks ago, and we've been listening to it steadily since.

Time, having surrendered to the whims of sound, had fallen away to some dark corner of the hall and in its place was a band on a mission to go out in style. We had no idea how long the final encore had gone on. We knew only that we didn't care. This wasn't some finale we wished would come to an end, so we could finally walk to our car, pausing for a moment to rest our tired legs before driving home, mind swimming, ears buzzing. This wasn't even a song in the traditional sense -- more like a supernatural joyride for the senses. Doug Martsch and and the rest of Built To Spill seemed to each be animated by something hardwired in the pit of their souls. Martsch, in particular, looked to us like a vessel or a channel through which these songs poured. His eyes, in fact, were closed most of the night while his voice, his hands and his fingers took care of business. A friend of Seattlest commented that Martsch's playing was "like butter on a hot dinner roll," and as strange as that comment was, we think we know what he meant.

Study up on Jesus.

Seattlest watches as a S.L.U.T. is born and Seattle Flickr users go nuts over a local art installation. A restaurant critic demands a Diner's Bill of Rights over a gnat next to her drink, and, in lieu of a Portlandist, Seattlest debates with itself over the identity of the Northwest's crown jewel. Seattlest also joins the guys from Fantagraphics for an ill-fated gun party in the woods.

It's a weekend full of "fests" this time around. A veritable festival of...fests. Including EndFest with the Smashing Pumpkins in a parking lot somewhere, Oktoberfest in Fremont with lots of tasty local bands and Decibel all over the place. Here's a video for Decibel participant Kill Memory Crash:

After decades of computing, Seattlest suffered our first hard drive crash last week, taking out our desktop. Well, in true defiance of best practices (Seattlest used to do IT work), we didn't have most of our files backed up, so there are years of memories trapped on a hard drive platter that stubbornly refuses to cooperate. The last few days have been spent ignoring that truth, instead focusing on Frankensteining a new computing rig (bring it on Vista!), but now that that's complete, we'd like to get some of our data back. Anyone know of a good data recovery service? Sure, Google brings up a few, but we trust our readership over some faceless search results page. Any tips would be appreciated. Help!

Summertime lunch (pasta, Frascati) with our Paris Pal, and Seattlest carries on about the failures of Velib as if it were the end of Western Civilization. (Velib is the city's brand new, one-way, hourly bike rental program; see "Paris When it Fizzles" entry on our other blog, Cornichon.) When we pass a Velib "station" near the Arc de Triomphe, we triumphantly demonstrate that American credit cards won't work. Then Paris Pal swipes his Amex...the gates of Paradise swing open and a 3-speed bike is released from its stanchion. Blazer and shoulder bag into the bike's basket, and we're off in the mid-afternoon sun, no helmet (this would never fly in Seattle), down the bone-jarring cobblestones of the Champs Elysées, right at Le Fouquet's, past the George V and the American Cathedral down to the Place de l'Alma and across to the Left Bank, passing directly above the Princess Di crash site.

This weekend the National Weather service is calling for mid-70s to 80 degrees. You may want to recover from heatstroke by rehydrating in an air-conditioned theater with other bepinkenned Seattleites, and their melanin-endowed friends savoring their little moment of schadenfreude. (Here's the Seattle Times cheat sheet on the various venues.)

Seattlest was recently in the market for an engagement ring. Knowing almost nothing about diamonds, settings, or the metals they bling on, we guessed that finding the right ring was going to be a long, arduous and intimidating quest. We were wrong. It wasn’t arduous.

The Blue Angels, who totally fucking rule, first performed at Seafair in 1952. And despite a crash last month that killed a Blue Angels pilot, they will perform at Seafair again this year.

Permit us to bloviate some on the death of David Halberstam today in a car crash, which is utter bullshit considering that the guy reported from fricking Vietnam and he dies in a traffic accident in San Mateo (the car that hit him driven by, in a terrible irony, a Berkeley journalism student) (actually, I'm an idiot, his driver was a Berkeley student, so there's no irony, just terribleness).

Yes, we think you will be able to spare some change, should you get panhandled by a newly-homeless Napavine family.

We just assumed this was to prep us for an earful of earnest agitprop about Rich World/Poor World divisions -- which we were okay with. We got Lolita-meets-Psycho-meets-Clockwork Orange instead. We realize this will suit some of you just fine. If so, skip to the end for ticket info.

Steve Jobs announced yesterday that he'll advocate eliminating copy protection for downloaded songs, also known as DRM. We asked our various music dorks what they think.

BEE: Re-Bar's spelling bee is back after last month's finals. Seattle Weekly writer Gavin Borchert won last time around, spelling words like "festschrift," "cockalorum," and "samadhi" correctly.

A local documentarian got nominated for an Oscar whenever they announced these things. We won't divulge his name, because who knows if he wants to be associated with something as stupid as the Oscars. If we ever get nominated blog of the year by the National Association of Illiterates, please, keep it on the dl.

What do George Clooney and local SF author Neal Stephenson have in common? The diamond age:

Diamond Age, based on Neal Stephenson's best-selling novel The Diamond Age: Or a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer, is a six-hour miniseries from Clooney and fellow executive producer Grant Heslov of Smokehouse Productions.

Continue reading "Set Your TiVo Now: Diamond Age Coming to SciFi"

OK, Seattle maybe you're not so bad. Or, maybe someone hasn't caught an incident here like this series of crashes on an obviously icy street in Portland (sorry, couldn't find it on YouTube).

We returned to the homeland over the holidays. Lugged skis and snowboards to the land of 3.2 beer, special garments, and the "Greatest Snow on Earth" only to find they had half the snow base compared to what we have here. Everything seemed backwards.

CRASH A PARTY: Tons of local corporate types will be dressing up, drinking up and embarrassing themselves tonight. Wear a tie, act natural, enjoy the open bar and shrimp platter.

MOVIES: The Grand Illusion is not only showing "It's a Wonderful LIfe" tonight, but it's also providing an opportunity to crash the Illusion's holiday party for the staff and friends. "Food, drink, merriment and presents," will be on hand and the 8pm screening is free.

Ever see a news story about this kind of thing and think "Holy shit what would it be like to be inside the store when that happens?" Now Seattlest knows someone who can answer that question.

Our bicycle hobo friend tipped us off to the Livejournal coverage of today's crash at 1st and Seneca. Somehow a driver managed to drive his car through the railing and over the cliff down to Post Alley 30 something feet below without killing himself or anyone else. We tried to take some dramatic action shots but the police have it all cordoned off. For better shots taken earlier by presumably the previously linked Livejournal blogger person see here and here.

Gothamist, among many others, is reporting that a plane has apparently crashed into a building on the upper east side--you can see the exact location on 72nd via Gothamist's Googlemap hack. Currently it is being reported as a helicopter that crashed into the building. You can see pictures at the Gothamist site (national news sites didn't have anything yet, but they've got screen captures from local news up on their site).

Andrew Wright is one of The Stranger's film critics -- and one of two with the initials AW. We hit him up for an interview in May, but it turned out he was kind of busy watching films to prepare for this year's SIFF. Post-SIFF, he was more than happy to answer our questions and give Seattlest a glimpse into one local example of a critical mind.