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Slate asked Dan Savage and six other "sexperts" what, despite their experience, they still don't get about sex. Savage's answer:

What I don't understand is ... gee, how people can be so willfully stupid about sex. Sex came first. Before marriage, there was sex. Before religion, there was sex. Before freakin' humans, there was sex. All human cultures, and all our fanciful religions, were constructed around sex, built to regulate and control sex, sanctify and elevate sex. But so many people want to start with culture or religion before they approach sex, as if the former can teach us all we need to know about the latter. Not true. We have to start with sex. I'm not arguing that we should do away with all regulations or controls, or that sex shouldn't be sanctified or elevated. But there are regulations and controls that are idiotic, products of a time when we didn't truly understand human hair growth—or physics or gravity or the movement of the planets—much less human sexuality, and they should be reassessed. I'm thinking of bans on prostitution, bans on same-sex marriage, the promotion of "normal" sexuality (meaning: no kinks), the cultural assumption that the ability to have sex without love is evidence of some sort of mental illness. In these areas, some of our attempts to sanctify and elevate sex run so counter to human nature that they cause nothing buy misery.
They also got answers from Ian Kerner, Em & Lo, Simon LeVay, Dr. Ruth, Andrea Nemerson, and Rabbi Shmuley Boteach.

Sonics minority owner Aubrey McClendon confirms what we all suspected from the start. In an interview with the Oklahoma City Journal Record, he says:

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As we've been saying from the start, these guys never had any intention of keeping the Sonics in Seattle.

Tonight's episode of This American Life is "What I Learned from TV," compiled from live performances on their tour of the same name. Pieces by David Rakoff, Sarah Vowell, and Dan Savage will be included. Seattlest went on March 7, when the live show hit the Paramount, and we can confirm that the Rakoff and Savage stories are solid. (We're also happy that Alexa Junge's piece, about her experiences as a female TV scriptwriter,...

My name is Marianne Short and I am the Vice President of Human Resources with the Seattle Mariners. I have tried to do some detective work here after I saw a blog that someone had sent me describing a situation that developed while trying to fill out an application at Safeco Field. I have narrowed the search down to you and hope I am sending this to the right person.

The Seattle P-I reports that Tay Yoshitani, who will succeed Mic Dinsmore, "was the Port of Seattle Commission's unanimous choice from more than 70 possible candidates generated during a 6-month-long national search." Does this mean he'll help the Port understand that it's not got a monopoly, as Bill Virgin was saying the other day?

If you're still in the dark this week (and you're presumably reading this at work), well, here are some shows to keep you warm in the evening. If you've got power, take it easy and kick back with your friends and family. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone.

On Saturday local comic book deity Fantagraphics is opening a retail outlet in Georgetown. It's their first one and it's going to be incredibly cool, but this is a "soft opening" meaning they'll be there and there should be some stock in the place, but don't expect them to be a well-oiled retail machine. Their grand opening isn't until December so, shhhh, don't tell anyone.

Tuesday 17th

Alright, since the debate over Buju Banton won't stop at The Stranger and has in fact infected the P-I as well, and since Seattlest has been named both generally ("other city bloggers") and specifically ("Seattlest") as a contributor to the cancellation of the Buju show at Neumo's, perhaps we should say something.

When Seattlest arrived at the Crocodile Wednesday night, there were a bunch of people standing outside the venue, desperate for a miracle. A member of our party asked one of the hopeful how much he was willing to spend to get into the show. "I'd pay up to $30," Joe Clueless replied. Laughing, our friend informed this dumb dude that the ticket he had to sell had been purchased off of Craig's List for way more than that. So he quickly sold said ticket to a lucky lady for $60, which he then used to buy the rest of us a round of drinks. God bless generous friends, excessive hype, supply and demand, and the Arctic Monkeys.

ConWorks has been bringing some interesting acts into their renovated lobby/stage space. The diversity in the inaugural lineup is nothing short of impressive, ranging from jazz to electronic music, from those with followings to the more obscure. The primary issue thus far has seemed to stem from a strong lack of promotion. Perhaps the art crowd is in the know, but knowledge of this set of events has yet to really percolate into the public. ConWorks, if you're listening, get to work on that.

Oh how the tides will change…

What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive's name is James Praefke. Go get him.

UK inviurnnmentalists City Hippy are calling out Starbucks on their promise to have Fair Trade coffee available at any store at any time by, gasp, actually trying to order the stuff from Starbucks baristas. City Hippy invites their readers to ask for a cup of Fair Trade coffee from their local Starbucks and post the results online. Bloggers write about it in your blog and tag the link "starbuckschallenge" at del.icio.us, non-bloggers can email either cityhippy@gmail.com or greenlagirl@gmail.com.

A friend has recently been trying to convice us to take a tourist flight on one of those Lake Union float planes. No, he hasn't done it, but he's encouraging us, apparently in the spirit of the canary in the mineshaft. "Come on, do it. It's only $50," he says, while unbeknownst to him it's actually $80. For fifty, maybe. For eighty, maybe not.

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