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Easy to make fun of this place, what with its silly name (no connection with South Carolina radio station WHYM or the New York restaurant Whym) and Fifties decor, but hard to ignore its pride of place: the clean, well-lighted prow of Belltown sailing northward, 24 hours a day, into the intersection of First & Denny.

Who knew?

During tomorrow night's three hour nation-wide Starbucks closure, local coffee shop Caffe Vita will be giving away free coffee and espresso drinks. Yes coffee fiends of Seattle--so that's basically all of you--that's good free coffee, just because the big chain that you feel slightly embarrassed about going to is closed. Lovely!

Seattlest is still getting our bearings after spending the last few weeks of 2007 on the east coast, but one of the most surprising things we've seen is commentary lamenting the closure of the Taco Bell on Broadway.

While there is plenty of good beer in Seattle to keep us busy, it is always nice to head out of town to visit some of the brewpubs spread around the Pacific Northwest. We try and do a trip as often as we can, which usually turns out to be one trip every three months or so.

Excavators are our favorite pieces of heavy construction equipment. They are the most churlish. They throw destructive tantrums with their Trogdor-like arm as their hydraulic motors exude that sweet sweet mechanical whine. On the other hand, we hate that they frequently, callously, and disrespectfully knock down things we like. In this case, Seattle's lost another fine 24-hour joint. We've had many a slooooowwwwwwwwww wee-hours plate of greasy fries there; friends of ours ended up on a first date there. Where will silly late night memories get lubricated with bad coffee now?

We don't mean to steal Mary's thunder; however, her photograph moved us to write down some of the thoughts we've been having about the Ballard Denny's closure. We knew it was coming; however, just like the presence of vampires in Sunnydale, we didn't actually want to think about it. The light, the clouds, the darkness of the trees, and the Shell sign way in the distance all punctuate the loneliness of the now-derelict sign.

Our sophomore year boyfriend was mid-grope when we heard our first Spoon song and stopped paying attention to him entirely. While the relationship proved futile (shocking!) our love for "Change My Life" remains as solid as ever. Is it hormone-fueled nostalgia that keeps our Spoon flame burning? Or is it just Britt Daniel?

If you're unfamiliar, the quintet, based loosely in Lyons, Colo., started out with some exquisite renditions of old-timey standards like "Red Rocking Chair." , however, opened up a whole new can of worms when the g'Earls, as they call themselves, tried their hand at writing brand-new old-timey tunes. Banjo player Abigail Washburn (who's toured recently with banjo master Bela Fleck) writes sad and lonely, heart-wrenching tunes about longing and self-identity, while fiddler Raya Gellert's tunes are more hoe-downy. KC Groves tends more toward Dolly Parton-ish sentimentality, while Kristin Andreassen's compositions run the gamut.

Londonist are starting to think their city is getting just a little bit too expensive, when even Christian Slater can't afford to go out there. And there's no escaping, as local singer Lily Allen discovered when she was barred entry to the US. The British mapping agency caused further bad karma, by blocking a 3-D representation of London in Google Earth. But the smiles returned to Londonist's faces as they interviewed Baroness von Reichardt, who has completely covered her house in mosaic tiles.

REMINDER: This Saturday, Annuals open the show for Blonde Redhead at the Showbox and we just might have your tickets right here.

This year, Moisture Festival, everyone's favorite local showcase of variety performers and circus freaks, is growing up. This Friday and Saturday, Moisture Fest is hosting four very special "late night" burlesque shows at ACT Theatre. The shows (at 7:30 and 10:30) feature clowns, can-can dancers, vaudeville and, of course, burlesque.

Admittedly, last night we were not expecting much from The Presets. Seattlest had already spent a great deal of our evening surrounded by dudes in baseball caps and girls who were trying too hard (thanks a lot, Scion), so we really weren't in the mood for a late night set at Chop Suey. We had heard good things about the Australian electro-rock duo and felt obligated to attend. But now we're glad we did: the band was in fine form, the crowd was way into it, and the drinks were strong. Wethinks those three factors may somehow be related.

We posted yesterday on the push to unionize Starbucks cafes in Manhattan and a few emails and a few suspicious late night phone calls to Seattlest’s home phone from “private number” and we’re ready to give you the other side of the story. Actually we looked for this stuff before we posted yesterday, but couldn’t find any response from Starbucks on the issue of unions or critiques of their health care packages. Don’t acknowledge nuthin, won’t be nuthin.

Still hedging your bets about New Year's Eve? For what it's worth, here's what we're doing.

One of Seattlest's all-time favorite macros comes from the 1958 movie Auntie Mame. The morning after a very very late night, Mame (Rosalind Russell) stumbles about her living room, eye mask in place, while her overeager nephew Patrick makes way too much noise. To which she says: "Please, dear. Your Auntie's hung." Trust us, you'll use it next time you are hung.