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TODAY IS WORLD REFUGEE DAY! The International Rescue Committee is hosting a benefit night of poetry, music, dance and crafts from our local refugee community at the Seattle Center, and John Hilde's Made In China (a documentary about his father's childhood in pre-WWII China) is screening at the NWFF with proceeds going to Mercy Corps' work in the devastated Sichuan province of China. Be a good neighbor and enjoy these artsy celebrations of diversity and tradition!

We've been hitting shows on the Seattle music scene for about four years now, and if there's one thing we can say with certainty, it's that Seattle doesn't need more musicians, it needs ones. Such may be the consolation of learning that next week, the Seattle chapter of Paul Green's School of Rock opens. If Green's now famous "school" can help create a new generation of musicians whose influences go deeper than Green Day, that alone will be an achievement.

As a soukous band plays and the audience noshes on couscous, red rice, and chicken, all doused with a hearty amount of spicy peanut sauce, a man sways to the music while carrying a fluorescent light to the center of the floor. We whisper to our companion for the evening, "I think it's started."

Conventional wisdom says these days ain't happy ones for pulp-and-print publications. Circulation's down. Ad revenues are down. Everyone wants to read online. So nearly every newspaper, magazine and television news program has a host of blogs these days, to compete with the millions of self-described experts, autodidacts, conspiracy theorists and Chuck Norris-aficionados who propagate the blogosphere with their own brand of citizen journalism (read: poor spelling and poorer grammar).

If you are very lucky, old friends will on occasion fly across the country to visit you. They’ll sit on your couch and tell you which of your college chums became a body builder. When necessary, they’ll gently remind you whatever dating mishaps have recently befallen you, nothing could top the Beckett-quoting fool you were smitten with freshman year. These friends are to be treasured, given fresh towels and mints on their pillow. The morning after they arrive, when they make not a peep about your tiny bed or your 5’5” shower head--well then, then they should be given popovers. Steaming hot, fluffy popovers. Preferably with cheese and fresh jam.

A while back, we posed some questions and then got some answers about WaMu Theater. A Seinfeldian what is the deal? kind of thing. Well, we're finally going to find out for ourselves whether the joint is a "concrete cave" with poor sound, or an innovative concert hall. Either way we're super-excited about this show.

When we first glanced at the headline on Boingboing we read "Teacher resigns after giving 13-yr-old student Eightball," and we thought, "Well, no shit. Man, Boingboing is really reaching these days." It actually reads "a copy of Eightball," Eightball being a Daniel Clowes/Fantagraphics comic book. Clowes is, of course, a badass who wrote Ghost World and is currently running in the New York Times.

Sunday afternoon turned out to be a terrific time to hit the Fremont Oktoberfest: at one o' clock it was still gray and cloudy and the crowds hadn't arrived. For $5 extra, we ended up with a total of eight tokens, good for eight 5-oz. pours.

You may see incumbent councilwoman Sally Clark at a local candidate forum, but you won't see one of her opponents, Bob Brown.

Remember the cover of Nirvana’s Nevermind, the album that made the band—and the word "grunge"—a household name? A naked baby, swimming blithely in pristine water, reaches for a dollar bill—a dollar bill that's on a large fish hook. The image is memorable for its ironic, dangerous, clear message. Courtney Love didn't catch the meaning. Director AJ Schnack does.

Apparently, Clay Bennett wants to talk again. Now, we don't know squat about owning sports teams, so we won't presume to give Mr. Bennett advice on how to negotiate with this waterside shanty-town. But one thing we do know is Love, specifically the requisite sweet-nothings that lubricate this most powerful of human conditions. And, as far as we can tell, this is what this Storm/Sonics thing is all about: Bennett and Seattle coming to an understanding relationship so that they know what to expect when they hop into the civic sack together.

Summertime lunch (pasta, Frascati) with our Paris Pal, and Seattlest carries on about the failures of Velib as if it were the end of Western Civilization. (Velib is the city's brand new, one-way, hourly bike rental program; see "Paris When it Fizzles" entry on our other blog, Cornichon.) When we pass a Velib "station" near the Arc de Triomphe, we triumphantly demonstrate that American credit cards won't work. Then Paris Pal swipes his Amex...the gates of Paradise swing open and a 3-speed bike is released from its stanchion. Blazer and shoulder bag into the bike's basket, and we're off in the mid-afternoon sun, no helmet (this would never fly in Seattle), down the bone-jarring cobblestones of the Champs Elysées, right at Le Fouquet's, past the George V and the American Cathedral down to the Place de l'Alma and across to the Left Bank, passing directly above the Princess Di crash site.

Laser Rocket Arms hates it when we call them "the new Husker Don't."

No, Seattlest didn't quite make it to everything on the checklist we created last Friday, but we did manage to stay out past midnight on both weekend evenings, proving we've still got it after all.

Okay, okay. So Pride is actually going to happen. Even now, on the precipice of this extraordinary weekend celebration o' gayness, all our friends have no effing clue what's going on. If they, in all their gay glory, don't have a clue, we figured maybe you don't either. But Seattlest is here for you in these tough times and that's why we're gonna break it down all easy-like and tell you what we think is worth bothering with.

After being out of the loop for a while, we were interested to read that Washington will have a presidential primary on February 19, and that the City Council races are set (Rasmussen, you are going down).

We've always gotten a strong High Fidelity vibe from Pitchfork. Duh, right? The music geek relationship is hardly subtle. But now that Blue Moon booker Jason Josephes is spreading these recordings he made in Minneapolis with Pitchfork founder Ryan Schreiber back in '97 we can't even think of the music moguls at P'fork and not imagine a dank basement with matresses crammed against the walls, a mic hanging from an exposed two by four and John Cusack tapping away at a Casio singing about a naked transexual with nothing but margerine for eyes. You can hear the fat in her thighs...

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

National film festival correspondent Kyle Anderson on Seattle's other one

--Hegelian dialectics are no problem for the Stranger's Charles Mudede, but Doobie Brothers lyrics are Greek to him.

This weekend there are a lot of shows that we recommend you avoid, not that you're going to listen to Seattlest and tear up your tickets or anything, but if you previously had no idea these were happening this weekend you can pat yourself on the back for successfully avoiding any mention of them so far. First Fishbone is playing Studio 7. Stay away. Second, Jello Biafra is in town. Not there's anything wrong with Jello, exactly. Let's just say he draws a particular crowd. Finally, the Gypsy Kings are at the Paramount.

might be the Best Best of the -ists ever. We're exhausted just thinking about it.

KING 5's Investigators have their panties in a bunch about the racist and pornographic emails Port of Seattle police were sending on Port time, using Port computers. In their story, they can hardly bring themselves to present the liberally pixelized graphic evidence. Again and again. It turns out, "over a two-year period, 32 officers -- nearly a third of the entire force -- either received, saved, or passed on more than 175 inappropriate e-mails, including sexually explicit and pornographic images and racist videos and jokes."

--Turns out 1% of the best hotels in the world are in the Seattle area.

The holiday spirit was in full-swing Friday night at The Crocodile, as Three Imaginary Girls hosted a jolly evening of karaoke, preceeded by a special performance from the U.K.'s Jim Noir and solo sets from members of Tiny Vipers and the Fruit Bats.

The NY Times ran an article (select only) that shocked the baking world--alleging that you can make amazing bread without kneading.

--Where did Rem Koolhass go after building our "leave-a-trail-of-breadcrumbs-or-you'll-never-get-out-alive" library.