Feeling nostalgic for a time when men and elves coexisted? Why not move into The Lothlorien Apartments, conveniently located on University Way NE? “The Lothlorien Apartments are home to U of W faculty and staff, professionals and a limited number of (primarily graduate) students.”*
I’d add a picture, but you couldn’t handle the disappointment. Elven architecture has degenerated considerably since the last age.
* How do they enforce this? There’s no way this is UW housing, and while undergrads aren’t exactly a protected class, this seems weird. Maybe they price them out?
Sometimes a few votes can make a big difference – a little-known election takes place in two weeks, and the only Seattle polling place is the main branch of the library (1000 Fourth Ave), hours from 10:30-7:30. The King Conservation District Board of Supervisors manage a biggish budget overseeing restoration and other projects, and is targeted by conservative activists hoping to keep the board friendly to developers. There were only 2,500 votes last year, so you can make a big difference. Max Prinsen is the green choice. Bring a friend!
I try not to post too many videos, as I rarely look at them on other people’s sites and generally find them not worth the effort. This one, though, is delightfully weird and arty w/o making me want to die, so I thought I’d put it up. It’s ten minutes, which is several months in internet time, but well worth watching, especially if you like Chris Ware’s comix (though it’s not his work)or smart, edgy animation:
For those of you not attending to Facebook, Jessie’s surgery went pretty much perfectly yesterday. No bones, nerves or parathyroid glands were harmed in the process, and they took a potato-sized chunk of too-much-thyroid out of her chest. Resting happily, home today or tomorrow. Woot!
Playing Rock Band 2 for the last time in at least a couple of weeks, Jessie and I made Vlasta sing the Dead Kennedys classic “California Uber Alles” tonight. I explained that the DKs were a classic San Francisco punk band, one of the most revered, irreverent, smart, weird, etc. She thought for a moment and said “Now they get to add a new member.” Wow. So true, so true.
Have you ever heard an 11-year-old girl sing “War Pigs?” Hilarious. Best part: Every now and then, during lulls in the vocal tracks (which are epic, as my aching fake-guitar-ravaged hands and forearms will tell you), she would occasionally scream “WAR PIGS!” into the mic. Good times!
Coda: Reading in bed tonight, Jessie turned to me and asked “Who sang War Pigs – was it Nazareth?”
The Baffler is back! This awesome political/commentary magazine fell apart in ‘07, but just like Jesus and zombies, it won’t stay dead. Check out what they’ve got and send a few bucks their way for a reasonably priced subscription if you’re so inclined.
You said it, sister