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on the City Council's discussions for SLUT expansion leaves us just a little ticked. After characterizing service expansion as "daydreams," Curl gives plenty of space to skeptics like Tom Rasmussen, who says: "Streetcars are nice; I like riding them. But we don't have a streetcar system, we have a bus system."

We want to know where's the scariest place to live or hang out within Seattle city limits. (Sorry, Skyway and White Center. Check again after annexation.)

For those of you just tuning in, yesterday we wrote a little piece about the steam pipe that burst in New York. Apparently it pissed a bunch of people off, and we have to concur that actual true (non-sensationalist) details have been slow to trickle in over here. Everything we've read the last couple of days focuses on a "geyser of steam and debris," which seemed like an overblown fearmongering catchphrase at first, but is now starting to sound like that may be exactly what it is.

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.

Blue Door is part confessional crisis, part historical saga -- or part Philip Roth's The Human Stain and part Alex Haley's Roots. It's showing in the smaller Leo K Theatre at the Rep, which features continental seating (no center aisle) and jumpy Rep subscribers. We sat down 10 minutes early and stood up 8 times to let people in and out. Holy crap. Don't let anyone tell you older people are all ruled by the pull of gravity.

Despite their utterly forgettable name—“Who are we seeing again?” asked our companion for the third time—Scissors for Lefty give good show. We arrived at Chop Suey last night way early* in time to catch some of the soundcheck before the band played their tight-ass set. And what we heard both times was well put-together: sweet synth lines, catchy guitars, and Brit-leaning hooks up the wazoo. Cribbing from the Strokes one moment and verging into Pavement territory the next, the fact that this SF quartet is unsigned in the U.S. (in Europe, they’re on the venerable label Rough Trade) astounds us. While they didn’t play the soaring “Mama Your Boys Will Find a Home” [YouTube], they did close with “Ghetto Ways” [mp3], a radio-ready single if we’ve ever heard one.

NE 52nd Street, University District, Seattle

Seattlest loves coffee. We would never do anything to hurt coffee and we're pretty sure the feeling is mutual. We were raised up in coffee, like Southerners are raised up in the church.

Another month, another free Scion-sponsored documentary at the Harvard Exit. This time around (tomorrow night), it's Favela Rising.

The official word from Starbucks is that they're cool with the Ghetto Latte. "Customization is a fundamental attribute of the Starbucks Experience. We provide condiments to our customers so they can make their drinks to their liking and we appreciate their patronage. We trust our customers to make the choices that are right for them," Starbucks Gossip reports.

Seattlest must have too much money or something. Or, alternately, no wonder Seattlest doesn't have any money. We can't remember the last latte that was served to us, but there was a time when the espresso and milk flowed like wine. When it finally crossed our mind that we were spending all our Oly money on hot milk, we started ordering Americanos. Then drip. We are not far from, "How much for a handful of beans?"

Tonight is a night of hard choices. Sure, it's more on the scale of where to see Snakes on a Plane then how to replace the viaduct, but it's a hard and important decision nonetheless. That decision? Do you attend the ghetto-fabulous debut of Bootylib at the Baltic Room or the 80s fabulous Prince vs. Michael at Rebar?

As with any other Winter Olympiad, perennial favorites took most of the focus. Figure skating (at least the falls were funny), speed skating (had its moments), and the skiing events (*yawn*) received the bulk of NBC's melodramatic coverage, but this year could prove to be the breakout year for Seattlest obsession curling, just added to the Olympic roster in 1998. With the help of some nudity (and some unprecedented US success), the sport managed to break free of the late-night coverage ghetto and have some time in the spotlight.

The bane of musicians and artists around the country--the lack of adequate health insurance-- has compounded Suval's bad situation, and the 'Seattle Music Cares' benefits are an attempt to help her out. Tomorrow's show at Neumos will feature Jesse Sykes and Phil Wandscher, Matt Brooke and Jen Ghetto, Faith & Disease, Rocky Votolato and Black Nite Crash. Special guests will include Suval herself, who may even attempt to sing.