Results tagged “walking”

This Seattlest has nothing against fitness but we just don't get deliberate, gratuitous exercise. We think that it's folly to make an effort to work at working out. Exercise should be , an unwitting byproduct of daily activity, no matter how small the singular act. It should come from electing to take the stairs, for example, or walking down to the corner to pick up that cheeseburger. A little goes a long way.

Seattlest first heard about the Raveonettes from a troubled, neurotic friend. He recommended their '03 release , which struck us as analogous to that friendship: addictive and harping on the same two or three themes.

Coming home from work on the bus last night, we got to thinking about how even getting to vote on a light-rail package this year is going to be an uphill fight. The dire prospects for light rail anytime soon pushed us to extrapolate the costs to our psyche of waiting during the ride home.

Yeah, we've got the same lame resolution as everyone else for 2008: Eat healthier and get to the gym more often. But, as we sit here drinking our first beer of 2008, a 6 month old homebrewed stout, we realized that we need a few beer goals for 2008. Following are a few things we plan to accomplish in the following year.

There was no Seattle Freeze here, as people drank, smoked, and chatted all night long with a mixture of friends and strangers. A lot of people claim that the death of this block is part of the slow death of Capitol Hill culture. In contrast, Seattlest sees last night's festivities as evidence that the spirit of Seattle is alive and well, and that it's going to take more than the demolition of a few buildings to kill that.

Walking down 15th the other afternoon, we were a little Hitchcocked out by the sight of a crowd of crows (or ravens, the comments section is of two minds about which) assembled on a neighbor's house and lawn. Naturally, we immediately suspected said neighbors of being witches. (Not that there's anything wrong with that. Live and let magick, we say.) A woman got out of her car while we were taking the picture and,...

First things first: the Tegan and Sara show at the Triple Door tonight is sold out, but we did see a lot of SRO happening last night, so you might take your chances. Or simply show up at the Queen Anne Easy Street Records at 4pm today for their in-store appearance. Either way, they come highly recommended by us, and you might as well make plans to see them at the Showbox on December 3.

Pearl Jam’s singer and most frequent songwriter will be releasing a solo album bunch of songs later this year. Without the four guys who, surrounding him, comprise the one band that survived the grunge explosion/implosion and still rocks today. It seems he and Sean Penn think so much alike (politically? Madonna-ly?) that Vedder recorded a near-recordful of songs for Penn’s latest directorial effort, Into the Wild. (Eddie contributed to previous Penn projects I Am Sam and Dead Man Walking.) Here’s the theatrical trailer:

Seattlest decided to check out the new Tap House Grill yesterday evening. They opened earlier this week in the old Planet Hollywood location right next to Fox Sports Grill, on 6th Ave. between Pike and Pine.

Outside Key Arena last night, there were a few religious protesters with big signs urging passersby to repent of their evil ways, but inside the venue was a packed house eager to see The Police for their first tour in twenty years. The crowd definitely skewed older (and drunker), kinda like your parents at Oktoberfest, and the stage was sparsely set for the band's three solitary figures. As always, Sting was in one of his sleeveless t-shirts that rode up in the back, all the better to show off how well he's aged, thanks to approximately nine thousand hours of yoga a day. The show kicked off with "Message in a Bottle," complete with a greeting of "Hey Seattle, how ya doing?" to which the crowd, on its feet, responded enthusiastically: "OH MY GOD, STING IS TALKING TO ME AND HE KNOWS THE NAME OF THE CITY IN WHICH I LIVE!"

Is working for beer really work at all?

If you love stouts, like we do, you are going to want to hop in your car/get on the bus/ride your bike up to Uber Tavern in Greenlake for a taste of the 2003 Silver City Imperial Stout.

When we got to the Crocodile last night, the Norwegian invasion was in full swing, with singer/songwriter Thomas Dybdahl [deebdoll] holding the audience in the palm of his hand. He's low-key and instantly likable, and a crooner of bittersweet verses about girls who have baggage ("Adelaide" and "Cecilia") and middle-aged men who need to break out of their routine ("Henry").

Yesterday, we caught a snippet of the news about a search and rescue effort near Snoqualmie Pass that left us shaking our heads. A woman who was snowshoeing with two friends went missing, and the account we heard on KOMO (which is the same one on their site) was that she got tired and turned around early to head back to the car while her friends continued on for a while. When they got to the parking lot, she was nowhere to be found.

We were going to write about style after one of our valued commenters (and one of our three readers) took Seattlest Dan to task for carrying an umbrella. We envisioned inking one of those grandiloquent "A Moral Defense of..." columns that one sees written in defense of some generally unpopular concept; however, dumb things like work and its attendant personal-time-sucking qualities derailed us.

Local novelist Pauls Toutonghi wrote in with his thoughts about the death of Nobel Prize winning author Naghib Mahfouz.

The final full week of SIFF is upon us. It's time to get some last few films before the sun sets on this year's fest. This week's got a couple great music events as well: Friday night, Portastatic will be on hand to perform a specially-commissioned live score accompanying circus freakshow-themed silent film The Unknown (more about that in a few days).

After bringing in the new year with an exercise of excess (well, unless you're Seattlest), you likely created a new resolution to take it a bit easier on yourself. Well, it's been the better part of a week and the weekend is approaching, so it's time to realize that you made that resolution in haste, and you should be more realistic and adjust accordingly. Excess is fine, so long as it's in the right groups (and no, we don't mean Canadian-style, but if that's what floats your boat, go nuts).

No comments, just schedules. (Because we're lazy, that's why.)

Werner Herzog and David Cronenberg---the names alone are enough to make a crowd of film fanatics gasp. That's exactly why local den of cinema-geekery Seattle International Film Festival Group is spotlighting each filmmaker's work with screenings next week at the Seattle Art Museum; first Herzog and then Cronenberg.

The summer’s dearth of classical music is finally over. In fact, there’s so much happening around town we may have trouble fitting it all in without overwhelming you.