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"Day 30: Beating The Heat" by dn , from our Flickr pool

Last night, fanless in our excessively hot apartment, Seattlest resorted to sticking our head and shoulders in the freezer for a good five minutes. We then sat on the floor holding a cold bottle of water against the back of our neck. We're terrified of turning on the stove, lest we just burst into flames. All this, and we grew up in Florida, where these temperatures would be considered charming spring weather.

We didn't go to a single concert at the Showbox last year. Ok, so we saw Obama at the SoDo, but that's not nearly the same thing, even though there were bands preceding the politics. It's most unusual for us to have a Showbox-free year, that's for sure.

This Sunday, they return to Seattle for the fourth time (they most recently played Bumbershoot), with the Hold Steady at the HUB Ballroom at the UW. Art Brut's newest effort singles like "Modern Art" and "Bad Weekend," but it still delivers some memorable songs like "Direct Hit" and "Nag, Nag, Nag, Nag."

If you're having trouble getting used to the gray days of fall, head over to Salon Dewi this weekend for a UV-infused pick-me-up.

While you are now officially unable to see Hootie and the Blowfish this weekend in Roslyn, WA (get well soon, Hoots), next week offers a great show at the High Dive. And it's on a Wednesday night, so you don't have to contend with the mongrel hordes and/or white-capped frat boys that inhabit the Fremont environs every weekend.

When Seattlest received that fateful email from a friend, our immediate reaction was a roll of the eyes and an audible, drawn out, "Bull shit." No way would the one and only Beastie Boys play the legendary but very wee Crocodile Cafe. No way. Then came the Ticketmaster link all but confirming it. The Croc's website kept mum, not listing the show at all. Supposedly The End had been talking it up, but we wouldn't know since we haven't listened to that station since discovering KEXP years ago. A click of the mouse fractions of a second after tickets went on sale and we were in. Many of our friends and most of the Seattle area weren't as lucky. A quick check on Craig's List and Ebay showed that scalpers had done some of the immediate damage. Venting ensued.

Nowhere is racial bigotry more starkly communicated than during coverage of the NFL draft.

Boys:

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What would you do if your salary was suddenly slashed to only $1.1 million??? Fire a bodyguard or two? Heat the pool only to 85? Drink Bollinger instead of Cristal? The mind boggles at the indignity of it all.

Not many Seattle sports icons can call themselves champions. Mandatory All-Star participants, yes. Champions, no.

The most electrifying athlete in Seattle history is trying to get back into basketball.

Call Rumsfeld! The United Kingdom is exporting weapons of mass distortion to the U.S.! [Insert laugh-track]

Seattlest likes to think of itself as an optimist, give or take a few necessary lapses. We’re generally a happy, hopeful bunch. But let’s face it: winter is well on its way; Harriet Miers, wherever she is, is still wearing that terrifying eye makeup; and on top of it all, there’s the flu. Unlike the majority of news sources, we’re not talking about this avian business (although that’s apparently around the corner too), but rather the annual garden-variety stuff—the sneezing, coughing, hacking, and gagging; the aching, sweating and general nastiness.