(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.)
Seahawks (5-4) vs. Cooking (Deep Dish Pizza)
Lunatic Fringe
Corner of 3rd and Union last night, the air's full of crazies. The rabid anti-Hillary crazies, fueled by and fueling right-wing panic even as they convince the mainstream that she's unelectable because she's so polarizing ("Just look at us!"). The Ron Paul crazies, all suited and tied. The 9/11 crazies in search of evil conspiracies.
Maximum Interest in Miniburgers
The Windy City has awakened to the news that Americans love miniburgers. We're glad the food writers at the Chicago Tribune finally noticed.
Washington Husky Loses Super Bowl
In the future, when Vegas favors your Super Bowl opponent by a touchdown or more, it's best to consider that they're perpetrating some fraud on the betting public or simply don't know what they're talking about only after you've thought long and hard on the possibility that they indeed know exactly what they're talking about. You should, unlike Seattlest -- born and raised in the Windy City -- think long and hard on it before you finish a particularly drinky NFC Championship by seating yourself in front of Southwest.com. In retrospect, no way the Bears are winning that game, and even if they do it's ten below outside -- only the most jingoistic of idiots turns cars over and parties in the streets when it's ten below. There was no Shuffling in Chicago this weekend. It was more of a mad dash from one thermostat to the next.
Elsewhere in the Ist-a-verse
Texas is thawing, the Northeast is freezing, and a sort of natural order seems almost restored to the Ist-A-Verse. Almost.
Chicago. Oh, We've Met
The Seahawks and Bears have never met in the playoffs, however, Seattle teams have danced with the Windy City's finest in the postseason.
Elsewhere in the Ist-a-verse
Halloween is Tuesday, which means this weekend is really the time for all of the –ists to celebrate. And whether they’re designing super-spooky costumes or talking about the super-spooky upcoming elections, we’d say that they’re doing a fine job of it.
You Gonna Eat That?
Out-of-town friend writes that he loved slurping half-shell oysters at The Brooklyn on a visit last week. But wait, aren't the oyster beds closed because of the dreaded outbreak?
We're Not In Washington Anymore
Gotham. Motown. The Big Easy. The Windy City. The City of Angels… The Emerald City?
FBI Leader to Read Nixon Tapes at Rendezvous
Local FBI (that's Fantagraphics Books Inc) leader Gary Groth will read excerpts of the Nixon tapes Saturday night at the Rendezvous' Jewel Box Theater in Belltown, as part of the travelling theater series Verbatim Verboten. The premise of the series is an interesting one: word-for-word (hence the "verbatim" title) interview transcripts with famous people who thought they were speaking off the record.
What's in a Pronoun
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery than scripted website rewrites have to be the equivalent for the internet age. Alright, the Singularist guy seems pretty pissed off in this Windy City interview, but we'll take it anyway.

