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On the topic of kaiten sushi, we go, well, round and round. Instant gratification in grabbing dishes upon seating, but hard to know how long they’ve sat on the conveyor belt. A festive feeling, but no natural interaction with the sushi chef. Unlimited gari (pickled ginger), but no self-serve green tea like in Japan. Cheap, but sometimes questionable quality.

Baby, it’s getting cold outside. Not that we need that excuse, but the nip in the air has us craving something volcanic. Time for some soon-doo-boo chigae.

At this point in our learning curve, we'd rather spend our time taking a lot of photos than tweaking them to death on our MacBook Pro. Give us infinite possibilities and we're paralyzed.

Our single favorite taste characteristic in a beer is possibly smoke.....or hops.....or coffee. Well, for today it is smoke.

David Mamet must be pretty damn good, because the Strawberry Theatre Workshop is reviving a play of his that's so obscure, it doesn't even have a Wiki page, and yet the thing is fantastic.

Somehow an article about the IWW and Starbucks slipped through our comprehensive web of Google alerts yesterday and we didn't find it until today when Starbucks Gossip linked to it. Sorry about that. Baristas at a few New York Starbucks and one in Chicago affiliate themselves with the IWW. It's a story we've heard over and over for the past three and half years now and it's not going away any time soon, despite the union's failure to get much traction among the baristarati, a crowd that is generally perceived as more than a little leftist. Apparently there is some difference between an indie cafe barista and a Starbucks barista.

There's a national transportation bigwig in Seattle today pledging flood relief and the like. Transportation secretary Mary Peters is a Bush appointee, though, so if the rebuilding of NOLA is any indication Rainier will probably erupt before the flood-damaged areas around it are repaired.

It may be one of the subjects the P-I used to deride the City Council lately, but we're happy to see someone paying attention to a form of recreation in this city that doesn't involve fleece, lycra or gortex. Skateboarding exists in the collective mind of the city government - That's a good thing.

All music all the time wears us out, so we decided to hopscotch around Bumbershoot this year and take advantage of the talks, arts performances, and art exhibits.

Lo and behold, we love lotus!

After seven years, drumcentric rabble-rousers the Infernal Noise Brigade have called it quits. This weekend offers you two last chances to see the politicomusic group in action.

MySpace's bag of evils to date includes all manner of sexual assualts, rapes, molestations, and the like. If the news promo is likely to make you send the kids to bed early, MySpace has probably perpetrated it at some point and, ironically, is probably perpetrating it against your very own offspring, via the computers you installed in their rooms at the very moment you're watching the report. Cut the cable! Board up the windows! Stash a loaded 9 in the Tupperware drawer near the back door! MySpace is stalking the streets!

On your way home from work today don't grab that massive Sunday Seattle Times from the yard and toss it straight into the recycling bin. Usually, yes, if you don't get to it on Sunday it isn't worth reading, but at least pull the section with the "Is ecosabotage terrorism?" article out and bring it into the house this time. It's worth reading. Once upon a three months ago the Seattle Times was the local king of referring to all manner of arsonists and politically-motivated sabateurs as "ecoterrorists." Maybe they've had a change of heart.

Seriously folks—and by "folks" we mean the writer-producers of Grey's Anatomy who likely will never read one word of our caustic, bitter prose—seriously. You gotta give us something to work with here. A recapper's job is a lonely and not very exciting one, and is made exponentially lonelier and less exciting when the object of our recapping is, how should we say...devoid of any action. When the most captivating event to take place in an hourlong drama is a self-done haircut done by one of the characters, you know you're in for a long night. Not that we didn't enjoy the episode, cause we did. It's just...if you're really gonna resort to the theatrics of personal minutiae at least make them ones involving Burke busting a move. We're just saying. So here we go.

Dead tree magazines continue to bleed value as witnessed by the recent sale of Spin for a case of Pacifica bottles and some old cassette mix tapes (ok $5 million). Was Blender the culprit as suggested at the Stranger, or is Pitchfork and the like eating the lunch of all the paper rock magazines?

It looks like the Summer Nights concert series is going to move to Gasworks Park this year after last season's flop on the other side of the lake and we say it's not a moment too soon. Gasworks is a fantastic park that has been underutilized for as long as we've been in the neighborhood. It's such a great space and it's so wasted on the handfull of kite flyers, slack liners, skateboarders and resting Burke Gilman runners that you find there on any given day.

This weekend, Seattlest will be representing at a high school basketball game, a chamber music concert, a church in Burien, and Alderwood Babies-R-Us, respectively. For the full 411, see below.

There's often a snobbish stigma attached to cover bands. Some such outfits focus on a specific genre, or era, or simply the lowest-common denominator. Others pay tribute to a single band or individual. Transcending 'em all are the Detroit Cobras, who, Tuesday at Chop Suey, will surely kick some election-night ass.

Saturday night offered quite the dilemma for indie rock fans: Should one buy tickets for the KEXP Benefit show at Neumo's or Franz Ferdinand at the Paramount? Luckily, Franz was also playing the following night, which allowed Seattlest to attend both shows and not miss a thing.

Are you dieting? Looking for a non-chemical, non-habit-forming appetite suppressant? May Seattlest suggest...the King County Online Food Inspection Reports.

Seattlest would like to treat it as more than a coincidence that our Mountaineering First Aid class started last night. It dovetails nicely with a weird sense that although it's frustrating that we can't do more than donate money to the Red Cross for the displaced hurricane victims, we can at least be prepared to help out should the shit go down here. (And as for the "mountaineering" part of it--you'll be thanking us when we shore up your broken bones with a splint made of twigs.)

The tagline for the Seattle branch of the Dorkbot group is, "People doing strange things with electricity." Usually that entails something pretty benign like video displays, robots or "teledildonics." Less often are bolts of lightning shooting through the CoCA gallery, but that's exactly what you may find there on Sunday during Tesla Night.

How is that Seattlest has not only never read, but never heard of the novel that The Seattle Weekly based their issue around this week? We read a lot; books and the like. We love regional novels. We love science fiction novels. We love ecological science fiction novels! Of course there's a regional, ecological science fiction novel out there somewhere. There are probably a hundred of them: little vanity press affairs or handwritten manuscripts getting tattered on the yurt floor. But something people actually read? Why wasn't Seattlest informed of this "Ecotopia" (and is it worth actually reading)?