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Over at the Seattle Times, Sheila Farr was knocked out by Camille Seaman's show, The Last Iceberg, at Photographic Center Northwest. You can preview some of her photos here. Like Edward Burtynsky's photographs of quarries and trash heaps, there's a troubling aesthetic at work. Reflected in the dissolving grandeur of Seaman's ice-scapes is global warming. Says Farr:

A member of the Shinnecock Indian Nation, born in 1969, Seaman records images that suggest a twilight-of-the-gods scenario at the melting polar ice cap. She points it out in the title of her eerie 2006 "Valhalla." Craggy frozen figures seem to be left standing after a production that has played out and ended badly — reminiscent of an earlier age when mastodons were caught in a cryogenic wind, summer daisies between their teeth.

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Here are things you don't want cops to find when they search your apartment:

Four computers, two printers, a scanner and an industrial machine that makes identity cards...$17,500 in cash, dozens of credit cards and fake driver's licenses, and keys to unlock many of the apartments and mailboxes in [your] upscale apartment building...a book titled "The Art of Cheating: A Nasty Little Book for Tricky Little Schemers and Their Hapless Victims," as well as a newspaper article on "How to Spot Fake IDs."

So what a stroke of bad luck for Snohomish High grad Edward Anderton, 25, and his live-in girlfriend Jocelyn Kirsch, 22. The above items are exactly what cops found when they searched the couple's Philadelphia apartment, suspecting that they were involved in an identity theft and forgery scheme.

BOOK CRUSH: Librarian Nancy Pearl´s latest book is Book Crush, a guide to books you loved when you were growing up. How does she know? Head over to the launch party and find out.

Seattlest was a master Bride of Pinbot player back in college. We don't plan on reliving the glory days any time soon, but we just might head over to check out Shorty's 9th annual pinball tournament on Sunday.

Eric Blehm’s third book, The Last Season, reconstructs the story of Randy Morgenson, a National Park Service backcountry ranger in California's rugged Sierra Nevada Mountains who heads out for a routine 3-day patrol in the summer of 1996, never to be seen again. Exploring numerous theories surrounding the circumstances of Morgenson's disappearance--suicide, accidental death, even starting over with a new anonymous life--Blehm retraces the ranger's steps, weaving together a story that celebrates the juxtaposition of the breathtaking yet unforgiving terrain of the high Sierra backcountry wilderness, and the people dedicated enough to serve it. Seattlest was unable to attend his reading at Elliot Bay a couple weeks ago, but we chatted with him a few days later about the process of writing a book that took eight years to research.

We had no intention whatsoever of going to see MI:III, but Microsoft took us for free on Friday morning to Crossroads in Bellevue, so we figured what the hell. Maybe it'd give us a chance to write a bad review, which is always fun. The theater was packed with Microsofties--a fairly tough crowd, it turns out. After the preview for The Break-Up, we're gonna go out on a limb and say many denizens of the Evil Empire are on Team Jolie. On the plus side, it was possibly the shortest wait for the ladies room we've endured in a crowd that size since our last trip to a Seahawks game.

Ok, we'll just admit up front: we killed your puppy. No, it's worse. We didn't really... well, ok, we didn't like The Matrix. Even the first one. There, we've said it. So we weren't exactly jonesing for a new Wachowski Brothers joint. We do, however, like Alan Moore, and we like when movies try to be subversive, so off to see V for Vendetta we went last night. (Moore wrote the graphic novel on which the movie's based, but he requested that his name not be associated with the film). We took it in at the Cinerama, where we joined a host of folks that most clearly trust Los Hermanos Wachowski. Black clothing and skull imagery and general hip geekiness and geeky hipness abounded. They cheered and sqeeed their way through most of the summer blockbuster sequel previews: lots of love for X-Men: The Last Stand (not surprising given the crowd), almost as much love for Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest (a little surprising, no?), and even some busses for ol' Tom and MI:III (really? Tom? Still?). Though no applause for Superman--people seem to be withholding judgment on that one.

A post in Tuesday's DCist mentioned a campaign in the other Washington to adopt a bland song named "Come to Washington" as an official "city anthem." Then, in a follow-up post, DCist nominated nine other, better songs. Readers voted for their favorites and suggested a few more. The current fave seems to be the Magnetic Fields' awesomely evocative "Washington, D.C."