capitol records via wikipedia
washington dept. of natural resources via kxly-tv spokane
With the recent and forthcoming disappearances of so many, many unsnobbily cool places on Capitol Hill, it was perhaps only a matter of time before Canterbury Ale & Eats on 15th Avenue East went away.
Unlike many other closures, though, this is not predicated on the end of its building. The Canterbury’s on the ground floor of an “affordable” apartment building run by Capitol Hill Housing. The building’s staying put. It’s just the Canterbury that’s going, when its lease expires at the end of this year.
It’s a long story that apparently has to do with a long-running dispute between CHH and Stefanie Roberge, who’s owned the Canterbury for the past 13 years.
There’s already a “Save Our Canterbury” website.
And, yes, the place is indeed worth saving.
It dates back to the mid-1970s, but was designed in that “Olde English” kitsch style popular among college-student dive bars at least a decade before that. There’s even a full suit of armor in the entryway.
The space wends its way through several adjoining rooms. These contain shuffleboard, foosball, and pool tables, and a classic arcade video game or two and a real fireplace.
The bar food is bar food, not “pub grub” or “cuisine.” The drinks are good n’ stiff. It has microbrews these days, but they’re not the focal point.
Moreover, it’s a place without airs or pretensions. Artists, students, construction workers, jocks, office clerks, nurses from nearby Group Health—all these and more can be found there on any given evening.
Let’s keep it that way.
alex nabaum’s 'the evolution of china'
kentaro lemoto @tokyo, via daily kos
via jim linderman on tumblr
via nutshell movies
For the 27th consecutive year (really!), we proudly present the MISCmedia In/Out List, the most venerable and only accurate list of its kind in the known English-speaking world.
As always, this is a prediction of what will become hot and not-so-hot in the coming year, not necessarily what’s hot and not-so-hot now. If you believe everything hot now will just keep getting hotter, I’ve got some Hostess Brands stock to sell you.
There was a spot on lower Fourth Avenue downtown on Sunday afternoon where the cheers from the gay marriage celebrants at City Hall and the cheers from the Seahawks fans in CenturyLink field were equally loud. And, with the Seahawks game a total rout, the cheers from both sources were about as frequent.
The City Hall scene was a big, one-time-only, spectacle of civic self-congratulation (the sort of thing Seattle does as often and as chest-thumpingly as possible).
But at the heart of this circus were the 137 couples who were legally wed, at five different chapels set up in the building, by a corps of judges working off the clock for free (including the aptly named Judge Mary Yu). Only the couples and their immediate guests were let inside the building.
Then the couples all got to descend the big exterior stairs and be congratulated with cheers, signs, and music.
Where there are mass weddings, there will be mass receptions. One was held at the Q bar on Broadway. Another was at the Paramount. The latter had its main floor all in flat seatless mode, with tables and tablecloths, and complimentary cupcakes and candies and wine and cider, all donated by local merchants.
Then the celebrity well wishers came on stage. Singer Mary Lambert, then Mayor McGinn, then State Sen. Ed Murray and fiancee (left).
A singer named Chocolate came on to sing a dutifully soulful rendition of “At Last,” leading the ceremonial “first dance” for all the couples.
At this time of year, when superficial wishes of love and joy are repeated to the point of meaninglessness, let us all heed the example of these couples, all all their gay and straight supporters who worked to make this happen, and to all before them who strove to have their love officially recognized in this way, and all who will marry (or simply know they can) in the days and years to come.
steven h. robinson, shorelineareanews.com
The queen of Euro-softcore was no sexual “swinger” in real life. Instead, she preferred other earthly pleasures, such as the pleasures of cocaine, alcohol, and tobacco. The first destroyed her finances; the latter contributed to her final physical decline.
She appeared in dozens of films (including The Concorde: Airport ’79, Private Lessons, Madame Claude, Mata Hari, the 1981 Lady Chatterley’s Lover, and particulalry Claude Charbol’s underrated Alice or the Last Escapade).
But she’ll be forever known for Emmanuelle. It played in Paris for 13 years. It still “inspires” in-name-only sequels and ripoffs.
There’s a key scene nobody remembers toward that film’s start. It’s when Emmanuelle is left alone in an idling car on the streets of Bangkok. Screaming child panhandlers surround the car and pound on the windows. Kristel looks like she wants to implode.
In this wordless throwaway scene, Kristel communicates that Emmanuelle is a creature of delicate tastes, with no patience for the harsh realities of the romantic places she visits.
It’s 10/4, good buddy!