Yeah, we've got the same lame resolution as everyone else for 2008: Eat healthier and get to the gym more often. But, as we sit here drinking our first beer of 2008, a 6 month old homebrewed stout, we realized that we need a few beer goals for 2008. Following are a few things we plan to accomplish in the following year.
Beer Resolutions for 2008
Stalk of the Town: Nov. 16-18, 2007
Saturday, Tera will give herself a VIP tour at the opening of Aritzia. She will follow this potentially hectic event by introducing a friend to her newest wine obsession - Twisted Cork. Sunday she will trek to Qwest and root for Chicago, uh, eh, oops...Seattle. Yes, root for the Seahawks. Jack's heading to the Showbox proper tonight to see Canadian indie pop band Stars. Sunday, he's hoping to see Rex Grossman slip into old...
Norman Mailer Dead at 84
Web site just to see if any disaster had befallen us overnight that may take precedence over our literary venture. What we saw, buried toward the end of the day's headlines, was this:
GABF - The Final Frontier of Beer Festivals
So, you think you have been to a beer festival before? Maybe you went to Fremont Oktoberfest , or maybe you even went to the Seattle International Beer Fest this summer. If you really want to go to a beer festival, get yourself to Denver in 10 days.
New Beer in Town: Jolly Pumpkin
We were delighted to find out that offerings from Jolly Pumpkin Artisan Ales have hit the shelves in your better beer stores around Seattle.
Give Dad Beer For Fathers Day
We were all happy to hear about the return of this weekend’s Washington Brewers Festival at Saint Edward State Park. If you are looking for a last minute Fathers Day present, is there anything better than taking your dad out to drink beer all day (While watching people throw kegs)?
April Brews Day in Bellingham
April Brews Day is a benefit being held at Depot Market Square in Bellingham. They will have at least 11 confirmed breweries attending to sling their tasty beers.
Seattlest Book Club: The Worst Hard Time
Off to the right there is our dad's family. It's 1934, Kansas. They've been beaten by the dust storms. They're all packed up and headed to Arkansas, where they'll last two weeks. They'll stop on the White River, contract malaria from mosquitoes, and trek back to Kansas. They'll only survive because our grandfather will get $1 a day from the government for grading the dust dunes left after storms into elevated roads.
Seattlest Book Club: The Worst Hard Time
Seattlest has been through our fair share of earthquakes, and while Jonathan Raban's book Surveillance gave us a quivering reminder of the Nisqually quake, we understood the optimism inherent in his ending. Seattle is still there; shaken, likely forever changed, but still there. We know quakes can be insanely devastating, but they don't scare us nearly as much as what we discovered in grad school in central Illinois: tornadoes and wind storms. The first time we set foot in the plains outside Champaign-Urbana, we were gripped with a paralyzing terror that we would simply float up off the planet, untethered by mountains, water...hell, even a small hill would have helped. Our brain would conjure far-off mountain ranges from cloud formations, and we would engage in the explicit delusion that they were indeed there, comforting us with their solidity, mass, and means of escaping the never ending flatness. We lasted a mere three and a half years there, and ran screaming back to the West Coast.
Jonathan Raban On Open Source Last Night
Christopher Lydon's Open Source did a show last night, "One Nation, Under Surveillance," partially inspired by Jonathan Raban's new book Surveillance and his article in the Guardian, "We have mutated into a surveillance society -- and must share the blame."
Yesterday was Tim Egan Day
The Seattle Public Library hosted 'A Salute to Tim Egan' last night at the inconvenient hour of 5:30 PM.
Speaking Tour: 12/13 - 12/19
>>>Hugo House, 7:30pm. Screenwriters Salon: Geoff Miller and Mark Handley invite you to bring your questions about format, technique, structure, dialogue, writing characters, and how to use your catering gig to hand your script to celebs. $5 general/$2 students. Free to members.
Youtube Wreckage Of American Idol In Seattle
There's a Great American Story about young, would-be stars packing suitcases and heading for Hollywood. People obviously still do that Hollywood thing, but, really, why go through all the bother of chasing a dream when it shows up at Key Arena once a year with an American Idol face on? In 2006 you can even half-ass your shot at the bright lights. Actually, now, thanks to Youtube, we can half-ass the story of your half-assed shot by just posting a few videos instead of writing about the thing.
Something Tells Us Blackstock Didn't Write The Title Of This Book
You don't really need to have an opinion on whether autistic art is accidental art or if that means anything. You don't have to recognize Seattle as a nexis of outsider art from the galleries to the stones stacked in Fremont. You just have to check out this short interview in the Morning News with Gregory Blackstock and then page through his book of visual lists that includes various feats of sorting like "The Great American Wasps," "The Miscellaneous Tools," and "The Noisemakers."
Michael Medved Confidential
The Harvard Exit hosted one of those first come/first serve free screenings of the new Dan Clowes/Terry Zwigoff film Art School Confidential Monday night. The theater had a special row of seats reserved for the beleaguered hard-working employees of the local funny book factory that published both the screenplay and the original comic book series from which the film derives its material... or so the poor schlubs were led to believe. PSYCHE! Turns out all the reserved seats were somehow snagged before Fanta publisher/founder/mogul Gary Groth arrived with his posse. The Harvard Exit staff asked if everyone in the reserved row was with the Fantagraphics crew, and that's when we noticed, sitting at the end of the aisle, a certain local Christian Fundamentalist/Right Wing propagandist/movie hater... the infamous Michael Medved!

