More than 25,248 marijuana plants have been confiscated from their home on the nicely irrigated land in Issaquah, known as Taylor Mountain. With a helicopter overhead and a SWAT team on the ground, in total the Eastside Narcotics Task Force spotted and removed three outdoor pot-growing operations, worth an estimated $5 million yesterday. In addition, drug enforcement agents also located a deserted camp, believed to house up to four people tending to the weed along the slopes of the Department of Natural Resources state-owned land. It's not every day that police reports end in such irony.
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Cops and prosecutors believe they have enough dirt on more than a dozen Central Area drug dealers to send them to jail. But they're not going to prosecute--not yet--under a new community policing tactic that offers drug dealers amnesty for their crimes if they enter job training programs.
Today federal law enforcement agents announced that after a 14-month investigation they have dismantled a large Seattle drug trafficking ring, one that's been dispensing methamphetamine and cocaine into the state from Jalisco, Mexico. And here we were worried about Mexican-borne swine flu.
Ryan Leaf, the star quarterback who led Washington State to the 1998 Rose Bowl, is in jail in Bellingham. He was arrested while crossing into the U.S. from Canada; Leaf is suspected of breaking into a college student's apartment to steal prescription painkillers, as well as a host of drugs charges.
Every dog has its day. You may remember Jack, a black lab/Dalmatian mix who ate a marijuana stash in Seward Park a month ago, and became super-famous, with his story featured in on the local news, as well as in the Huffington Post, the New York Times, CNN, and the Chicago Tribune.
...try the bill for treatment for ingesting levamisole. Blog belltownpeople pointed us to the King Country Public Health Office notice that alerts the cocaine set that someone's been cutting their happy powder with an animal antibiotic (originally used as a de-wormer) that knocks out your immune system: "One individual needed extensive surgery, and another resulted in a hospitalization cost that exceeded $100,000." Paranoid but health-conscious drug users are warned to trust the government about this dangerous development, and be on the alert for cocaine that makes them feel like they're gonna die--but, you know, in a bad way--or if their worm infestation suddenly vanishes.
A month ago, the Seattle Times told us a Honduran crack syndicate had been operating within the forested sketchiness of Kinnear Park, before realizing Belltown’s traditional function as the area’s go-to drug market.
ZIPCAR OPEN HOUSE: Drop in at the grand opening of an actual downtown office for Zipcar--in the old Dept. of Licensing location at 3rd and Union. The open house runs until 5 p.m., and if you stop in and join Zipcar today, there's no annual fee for your first year. We're told there's also a prize wheel where you can win driving credits and other goodies, plus free snacks. We use the Zipcar ourselves, and we're happy to hear that the City of Seattle is joining them in a car-sharing arrangement for city employees.
CAN'T CATCH A BREAK: Nami Mun's novel Miles From Nowhere is about a Korean-American woman in the 1980s who lives out our worst nightmare (underage sex worker, junkie, homeless, it goes on). Seattlest MvB says that the main character is "an affectless screen on which bruises from beatings and ulcerated needle tracks appear without histrionic wailings and gnashings of teeth," and praises Mun's "contemplative eye." Mun will be reading from her book at Elliott Bay Book Company tonight.
"Whatever you do, don't do heroin, man."
Rudolph Valentino. Ray Charles. Jerry Lee Lewis dancing on pianos, for God's sake! Dance in Seattle had anything but a boring 20th century. We were prowling around the internet this morning and discovered that today is the anniversary of the date the city banned a really bizarre but popular 1920s and '30s fad called "dance marathons" within its city limits. That was enough to pique our interest, and we've spent the day researching what was happening in the world of dance during the 20th century. Here are some of the highlights, thanks in large part to our favorite local history website: HistoryLink.org.
Robert L. Jamieson has a big, big problem with the way things are down in Belltown and a pretty strong idea of who's to blame:
We understand you're upset, Belltown. What, with all these drug deals going on right outside your high-rise condos. You've video-taped and photographed the deals going down, you've created a YouTube channel and taken your complaints to local blogs and newspapers...and still it doesn't stop. Maybe that's because the drug dealers and users in Belltown were there long, long before the condos and well before the neighborhood was given its trendy name.
At least, we think this picture counts as evidence.
It was only four days ago that a friend of ours mentioned that shoes hanging from a power line meant it was a "safe" area for dealing drugs, or that it had to do with gang territory. He couldn't remember exactly. We thought that was stupid. We've always thought it was simply the work of some shithead bully.
An armed man was forcibly subdued in the lobby of a downtown hotel this weekend after an alarmed ex-girlfriend alerted staff that the man had a gun and intended to use it. The altercation, which involved as many as four employees, escalated into a full-fledged wrestling match as the suspect became violent and refused to hand the firearm over.
As mentioned on Slog yesterday, Seattle Public Utilities (SPU) has recommended that the City of Seattle remove the self-cleaning public toilets located in and around downtown Seattle.
parody of a musical in the first place, with enough cheesy lines, bawdy humor and exposed flesh to sate more or less any appetite.
We have to be honest: We were slightly annoyed when we read the email promoting Seattle School's (of Motel fame) latest event. Anything that calls an organization "insanely exuberant" and says that it is putting on one of the "craziest film events in the history of the city" is trying pretty hard to sound zany and exciting.
While out and about the other day, we ran across these items. Now, seeing shoes hanging from wires is nothing new, of course. Like you, gentle reader, we've been seeing them everywhere ever since we can remember. What is new, though, for us is seeing a pair of boots up there. We're kinda surprised we haven't seen this much sooner. Also, we are thankful that the utility crews hadn't gotten around to taking them down before we finally photographed this important cultural artifact.
In this corner, we have the accused, Amanda Knox, Seattle's girl-next-door and alleged participant in the murder of one. Google News hits: about 1,811. In the other corner, Risperdal aka risperidone, one of the most widely used anti-psychotics in the world, approved for schizophrenia and bipolar disorder and marketed off-label for the "irritability" associated with autism, Asperger's, ADHD, and being teen-aged or elderly, and related to the deaths of at least 1,000 people (according the...
All mass transit is not created equal; here in Seattle, a city with buses and, well, nothing else, unless you're specifically talking with someone about monorail or lightrail or streetcars (you know, mass transit), when you're talking about supporting mass transit, you're talking about supporting buses.
Towards the very end of last night's People Talking and Singing, as the clock ticked past 10:00 and John Roderick announced he'd play another song and take a few requests from the audience, our butts chimed in: "Hey, this is starting to go on a little long."
In central Illinois in the 1990s Seattlest was a wee little college freshman exploring the twin wonders of new music and new drugs. Nirvana, for example, was making some music we got really into, so much so that we learned of Aberdeen, WA, even though we'd never been to the West Coast, much less the Pacific Northwest, or Washington, or Seattle. At nearly the same time we encountered our first vanity steroid users. Some guys in the dorm--non-athlete guys--worked out a lot and then sat around in front of mirrors with their shirts off. "Steroids" they whispered to one another, "I'm starting a cycle." It went around the building like a bootleg tape. "So-and-so's hooking me up." And by second semester there were a lot of little, big men lurching around, popping zits and raging from time to time.
A few weeks ago, Nobel Prize Laureate and co-discoverer of DNA Dr. James Watson blew through town, reflecting on how he's stayed away from stupid people, then delving into his now-customary slurry of sexist patois. Apparently he waited until he got across the pond to London to pull out the big guns:
The 79-year-old geneticist said he was “inherently gloomy about the prospect of Africa” because “all our social policies are based on the fact that their intelligence is the same as ours -- whereas all the testing says not really." He said he hoped that everyone was equal, but countered that “people who have to deal with black employees find this not true.”
We have a message for 15-year-old us: "You are a fuckface."
When you become as popular on the local music scene as "Awesome", it’s good to give back to the community, and do a little something for the kids. Hence Here's What Happened, which the band describes as a children’s show with an adult brain.
The post we wrote yesterday about Rick Steves ("Rick Steves. The man lives in a pleasant world.") seems reasonable if you only know the man through his travel shows on PBS. He was on the Town Hall stage for all of about four seconds last night before destroying that illusion. Actually, he lives in a few different worlds; one here, in Edmonds, Washington, U.S.A., and another in Europe where he spends a third of every year, and the conflict between those two equal something other than "pleasant." Steve was pissed last night during his "Travel as a Political Act" talk. It was an angry, wrathful travel guru working the microphone--A much different animal than the "This is reeeealy great" PBS guy in sensible shoes.
Yesterday the CDC released the news that one of the smallest subsets of people who kill themselves saw an 8% increase from 2003 to 2004.
For all young people between ages 10 to 24, the suicide rate rose 8 percent from 2003 to 2004 -- the biggest single-year bump in 15 years -- in what one official called "a dramatic and huge increase." ... The biggest increase -- about 76 percent -- was in the suicide rate for 10- to 14-year-old girls.That sounds alarming until you read that the overall rate is still fewer than one per 100,000 population. But the smaller the set, the less of an absolute change is needed to make percentages seem to skyrocket -- and to grab headlines.

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