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Seattlest's college didn't really have "protests," per se, so we're considering heading down to the UW campus on our lunch break to catch some of the student-organized rally to ask The Man for "LGBT training with The Daily staff and for a more inclusive campus community." Why is everyone so worked up? Read both the original pro-Prop 8 article by John Fay and our guest editorial, a response to Fay's article by Chris Kaasa; then, meet up with everyone outside the Husky Union Building at 12:30. Bra-burning optional.

We've been following the Dead Prez/Evergreen State College story here, here, and definitely here in our search to understand what actually happened after that hip hop concert. It certainly was not the beginning of a revolution, as Evergreen students have been protesting anything and everything since time began; it also wasn't The Man reenacting Tien'anmen Square.

(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.)

Saturday night's Man Man performance was going along just as we expected after seeing them just a few months ago. The Philadelphia band was tearing through songs in typical uninterrupted style, and the crowd was finally starting to really get into it. We saw a lone crowdsurfer, then we saw said surfer get tossed from the venue. Moments later, the band took a break to call for their friend's return. The ejection we saw wasn't the one of their interest, but their friend Tracy, who was "violently" thrown out. There wasn't much explanation other than what the band said, but we later heard that their friend was drinking from a bottle of booze smuggled into the crowd. In any case, the band tried to make a case for their friends return, pausing the show for around ten minutes with claims of never returning to Neumos, that it was all bullshit, etc.

We here in the Ist-A-Verse know that we're sensational, but it's very rare that we get a chance to be sensationalistic. This week, we've decided to have ourselves a little fun and try our hand at tacky tabloid headlines, using nothing more than our favorite posts from this week.

We came across two examples of Microsoft's less-successful marketing attempts yesterday. One from the '80s via YouTube:

Has Seattlest mentioned that we are in love with Sufjan Stevens? Yes, we love him, but it's totally not in a sexual way. Though we certainly appreciate his boyish good looks (and nicely toned arms), for us to touch someone with such wide-eyed childlike wonder would surely make us a pedophile. More than anything, we'd love to hold him close to our bosom, thereby protecting him from the cold, cruel world. Still, when a man attempts a project even he knows he's not going to finish---creating an album per state of the union, and on each chronicling the state's feel via extensive research, personalized lyrics, and elaborate folk orchestration---well, we kinda hafta fall in love with him. Especially when he chooses as his second state the place of our birth, and the big single off the album is about our hometown.

Seattlest just found out that John Hodgman's troubador-in-waiting and coonskin-cap-wearing songwriter extraordinaire, Jonathan Coulton, will be performing at the Jewelbox Theater (chez Rendezvous) after the reading at Elliot Bay. Those who've only read Hodgman's book and not attended any readings may not be so familiar with Coulton--who plays musical and straight-man counterpart to Hodgman on a variety of fronts--but his acoustic remix of "Baby Got Back" brings down the house every time.

It’s probably been more than a year since we hauled our butts over the bridge for some Dixie’s BBQ, and we are thrilled to report that almost nothing has changed. We lived in Bellevue a very long time ago and used to line up at least once a week in the parking lot under the 405/520 interchange for a heaping helping of luscious, generously sauced, falling apart beef brisket barbecue served on a wonderfully inconsequential bun (perfect for absorbing sauce but completely flavorless on its own, just the way we think it should be). Gene Porter, owner and Master of Ceremonies, used to, and still does, walk up and down the line (unless you get there at 11 when they open, or it’s raining hard, there is always a very long, annoyingly slow line) yelling and mumbling incoherently and offering tastes of The Man, the most ridiculously hot sauce ever made by anyone, anywhere. You can tell the newbies by the fright in their eyes, and the way they avoid making eye contact with him. You can tell the real aficionados who stop him to chat (he’s actually a very nice guy) and to ask what the hell is taking so long.

If you went to Neumo's on Friday and already loved Josh Rouse's music, you had a great time. If you went and did not love his music, he did not win you over.

Face it, you're getting old. Despite your best efforts, Father Time and Mother Nature are doing a number on your body, mind, and soul. You wake up to achey joints, you're worried about your 401k, and you spend your days working for "The Man" instead of following your dreams. So you go to the gym (or at least say you will) realizing it's a losing battle, read books to stay sharp, and try to not admit that you really don't get "that noise that the kids are into these days." Where did it all go wrong?

Monday Nov. 28

In another case of The Man doing something right, Red Bull has invaded Seattle, not to actively sell their overly-caffeinated wares, but to educate and showcase a crop of truly worldwide talent. Seattle is lucky enough to join such cities as Berlin, Dublin, Sao Paolo, and Cape Town as this year's host city for the Red Bull Music Academy, a five week program that brings a truly international mix of beat-enthusiasts together to learn about the historical, technical, and networking aspects of the music industry.

If you weren't mortally wounded from the bitter Oasis/Blur feud that tore our country apart in the mid-nineties, then check out Oasis tonight at the Everett Events Center. As of the last time that we checked craigslist, tickets can be had pretty cheap. Personally we like both Oasis and Blur, but we always did consider ourselves to be the Switzerland of rock fans.

If your Sunday agenda included nothing but complaining about how The Simpsons is past its prime or wondering how Desperate Housewives' Eva Longoria was snubbed for yet another award, it's time for a change of plans. This Sunday night, and every Sunday from now on, you should take yourself a quick nap and head out to Rebar for Flammable, Seattle's longest running house music night.

We are thoroughly unimpressed with the shows in town this week. We will let you decide if that's because there are no good shows or that we are a little dead inside. Despite the lack of good shows, there are some pretty hot new CDs out to satisfy your music fix.