Every four years, Seattlest settles in on the first Sunday evening of the Olympics for a heart-warming few hours in front of the TV with our female gymnastics team. It's tradition, like apple pie and hot dogs. These girls ooze America, with their ponytails, cherubic smiles, and noses like buttons.
Alicia Sacramone is Left-Handed; Not Taking Any Crap
Olympic Fever Peking
That feeling of oppression, smog, and soy sauce in the air can only mean one thing; the Beijing Olympics are underway.
Doth the Bell Toll for Thee, Microsoft?
"Mac vs. PC" by Etchasketchist, with permission. Cool!
P-I's TV Critic Is Changing Channels
We just read Melanie McFarland's farewell column and we're a little choked up. It's good news for her -- she's off to become a TV editor at IMDB. But we're out a reviewer who likes all the right shows for all the right reasons.
War Made Easy Held Over @ NWFF
Despite being narrated by Sean Penn, it's fairly lo-fi -- a cool-headed interview with media critic Norman Solomon intercut with film and video footage to illustrate salient points on how gullible/acquiescent the American public is when it comes to run-ups to war and how supine the media generally is until after the fact, when lone, contrarian voices are celebrated as if "we knew it all along."
Get Out This Weekend: "Geography" at OtB
We're not yet convinced that the current War on Plastic Shopping Bags/Global Warming will stand the test of time, but we sure are intrigued that everyone everywhere seems to be trying to make the eco-friendly message stick (do you really think NBC's "Green Week" is destined for the history books? Neither do we.).
Seahawks (3-2) vs. Cooking (Jambalaya)
(This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.)
Farewell, D.L. Hughley
When it was announced that NBC would be airing a new show from Aaron Sorkin we were filled with much joy.
Afternoon With the Doc
Little-known fact: Dizzy Gillespie's last performance was in Seattle.
Burning Questions: Last Night's Trivia Quiz
Thirteen teams turned out for Seattlest trivia last night at the Old Pequliar. Want to see how you'd do? Here are all the questions. We'll post answers later today, along with a list of team standings and anything else interesting we find to say about the event.
Olympic Curling Wrapup
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.
Apolo Anton OhYes!...Wait, it's Ohno, isn't it? Yeah, it's Ohno
If you're watching the Olympics we sincerely hope you're at least tuning in to the CBC and not NBC. We accidentally saw some of the men's halfpipe competition on the Costas chanel and it was, like, so rad. The camera angles were so funky fresh that it was impossible to get any sense of how a competitor was actually riding. Ok, most people don't know what a good ice dancing routine looks like either, but you don't film them with an under-ice cam do you? We're willing to bet more viewers are knowledgable about the finer points of snowboarding than they are about ice dancing. It's the Olympics, not a bunch of bras hitting a kicker in the back country and filming each other puking and bouncing off rocks. Please, NBC, leave the camera theatrics to the videos. Alternately, please do something, anything, to make ice dancing watchable. If you have to show entire routines via so-and-so's skate-cam, we're down.
Jay Farrar at the Tractor
Think the new Bright Eyes album is hot sh*t? Then you should go see one of the godfathers of the alt-country movement play tonight and tomorrow night at the Tractor over in Ballard. Jay Farrar was the lead singer in Son Volt and Uncle Tupelo, two bands that evoked the heartland before you had ever heard of a trucker hat. There is as much pain in Jay Farrar's voice as a 'Joey' marathon on NBC, and you can listen to his stories of coal miners, farmers and steel workers, which will give you a nice perspective after sitting in your cubicle all day. Tonight's show is sold out, but you can buy tickets for tomorrow's show at TicketWeb.

