Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hold your noses and vote, GOP/Tea Party—there is no man on horseback on the horizon







Steve Schmidt, on MSNBC: 


"Four years ago with Democrats, the tension in that race was which of two historic candidates the Democratic party voters all liked. who were they going to put forward in the general election contest? They liked both of them. They would have been happy with both of them. The longer this goes on, Republican voters are saying, 'We don't like any of them, we want somebody new in the race.' And that new person isn't going to appear in the race."
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Election night rumination: BHO is going to win; Mitt Romney is desperately out of touch; Rick Santorum is in touch, but insane

By Jack Brummet, Editor-in-chief



Since Pablo Fanque, our National Affairs Editor and political whiz is M.I.A.(after promising to live blog the Michigan and Arizona primaries), I wanted to mention a couple of things.

In his speech tonight, Rick Santorum once again shows he has what it takes to connect with the voters.  I disagreed with nearly every clause of the speech, but he has a way of reaching out that Mitt Romney will never achieve.  Listen to the cadences and delivery of Mitt Romney's victory speech tonight.  It sounded like his basic $35,000 speech to an insurance convention. 

This should have been Mitt Romney's night. And he blew it.  He came from way behind in his home state to triumph.  But he never even talked about Michigan, or growing up there, or his deep connection to the people of that state.  He didn't mention it at all.  There was no real joy in his speech.  It felt like a candidate that resented he'd been forced to work so hard to win.  He should have laughed and expressed his great delight that his home state pulled through for him.  And he did not.  I don't think Mitt Romney's a scary guy, but I do think he is seriously out of touch, as we've seen over and over again in his foolish, unscripted, utterances. Mitt needs a new speechwriter.  He needs to think about retail politics.  He needs to read Chris Matthews's masterful book on political strategy, "Hardball."

Tonight President Obama delivered a masterful speech to the U.A.W. in Washington (the other Washington).  It was brilliant, inspiring, and it reached out to the voters. . .and connected.  BHO, like Romney, needs to remember to connect.  And he can; it's second nature to him.  Unfortunately, this is the only clip that's online at the moment.  If you get a chance, check out the entire speech.  The crux of it was that "you, the American people, did this."  He didn't talk about his brilliance as a manager; he talked about how people pulled together.  The President is back.  Now, it's on to November 6th!


If you get the chance, look for the entire speech...
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Now, with 8% reporting, the gap is closing in Michigan (Santorum still leads, by 1%)

Santorum 40% 28,537

Romney 39% 27,968



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Ex-Senator Rick Santorum leads by 4+% in early returns from Michigan

By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Editor



























We've been a little down since it looked like Ex-Governor Mitt Romney might actually pull off a victory tonight in Michigan after trailing in all the polls earlier.  In the very early reporting from Michigan tonight, Santorum leads Romney by four+ points (40.8% v. 35.6%).

1% of the precincts reporting:


Santorum 3,622 votes       - 40.8%
Romney 3,162 35.6 votes  - 36.8%
Paul 1,074                       - 12.1%

Gingrich 1,361                 -   7%

Why do we want Santorum to win?  a)  We would love to see him run against BHO; b)  it's kind of fun to watch the Romney campaign unravel; and c)  a Santorum win should make Super Tuesday a whole lot more interesting.
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The Russian Moon Base

Depiction of a Soviet moon base from a 1961 Russian comic, artist and provenance unknown. . .


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ATIT Reheated: Alien Lore No. 29 - Nazis on the moon

According to the lore, Germans landed on the Moon as early as 1942, using "exoatmospheric" rocket saucers. The Nazis had several models of rocket craft-- fifty and 150 feet in diameter, as well as a turbine-powered saucer 220 feet in diameter that was intended for interplanetary travel. The largest craft was had ten stories of crew compartments. It was about 130 feet high.

Another part of the lore tells us that "beyond the shadow of a doubt there is atmosphere, water and vegetation on the Moon, and man does not need a space suit to walk on the Moon. A pair of jeans, a pullover and sneakers are just about enough. "




The story continues that everything NASA has told the world about the moon is part of a deliberate disinformation campaign to keep the moon club exclusive. Obviously, these physical conditions make it a snap to build a Moonbase. And guess what? Naturally, there are a few on the moon!

Shortly after landing, the Germans hopped out and began tunneling under the surface. By war's end, a small Nazi research base was established on the moon.

By 1944, the Germans had people, materiel and the first robots at the lunar construction site. When Russians and Americans secretly landed on a joint mission with their own saucers in the early fifties, they spent the first night as guests of the Nazis in the underground base.

In the sixties a massive Russian - American base had been completed. The rumor says the Moon now has a population of 40,000 people. After the end of the war in May 1945, the Germans continued their space effort.

According to one Renato Vesco, Germany was sharing a great deal of the advances in weaponry with their allies, the Italians, during the war. At the Fiat experimental facility at lake La Garda, a facility that fittingly bore the name of air martial Hermann Goering, the Italians tested advanced weapons, rockets and airplanes, created in Germany. The Japanese also received the benefits of the Nazi technology.

In July of 1945, two and a half months after the war ended in Germany, a huge German transport submarine brought to Japan the latest German invention--two spherical, wingless flying devices. The Japanese put the machines together, following the German instructions, and created a ball shaped flying device without wings or propellers. But, nobody knew how it worked! Fuel was added, the start button of this unmanned machine was pressed and it disappeared with a roar and flames without a in the sky. The team never saw it again. The engineers were so freaked out, they dynamited the second prototype and chose to forget the whole incident.



According to the authors of the underground German documentary movie from the Thule society, a very advanced, 220 foot diameter "dreadnought" was chosen for a trip to Mars. A volunteer suicide crew of Germans and Japanese was chosen, because everybody knew that this journey was a one-way trip with no return. The large intensity of the electro-magnetogravitic fields and the inferior quality of the metal alloys used then for the structural elements of the drive, was causing the metal to fatigue and get very brittle after only few months of work. The flight to Mars departed from Germany one month before Patton's and Montgomery's armies overran Berlin. Hitler must have decided to go down with the ship, having passed up the chance to head into the heavens.

This saucer had a crew in the hundreds, because of the low level of automation and electronic controls inside the saucer. Most of the systems were operated like those on a U-boat of that time (a lot of manual knobs and handles). Because the structurally weakened "tachyon drives" were not working with full power and were not functional all the time, the trip to Mars took eight months. An initial short trust towards Mars was probably used to break the gravitational field close to Earth. After that, the craft was coasted for 8 months in an elliptical orbit to Mars with its power turned off. Later trips to Mars by the joint Soviet - American craft in 1952 and a Vatican craft (!!!) reached Mars in only 2 - 3 days, in 1956, because their drives were working and more robust.

No one seems to know how the Germans were able to regenerate air for the hundreds of crewmen inside the craft for eight months. Quite probably they were using the sort of advanced life support systems that had been developed for submarines.

The saucer landed hard on Mars in January, 1946. They sent a radio message indicating they had landed, and were now stranded. The story seems to end there.
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Painting: Karl Marx

By Jack Brummet

[Acrylic and japanese ink on silk, 2' x 3', circa 2004]

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Shaggy Dog Story No. 7 - The Prayer

By Jack Brummet, Folklore Editor


[This is a shaggy dog story, collected in the UK in the early, 2000s].


Listening at the bedroom door one night whilst my son said his prayers I heard him say, "God bless Daddy and Mummy, Grandad and Grandma, Uncle Albert and goodbye to Rolf my dog". I thought it a little odd but forgot about it until the next morning when, on opening the door to go to work, Rolf shot past me straight into the road and into the path of an oncoming car. I ran to him straight away but he was as dead as a door nail. I thought a lot about my sons prayer during the day but in the end put it down to coincidence.

A few weeks later I was again listening to him saying his prayers when I heard him say, "God bless Daddy and Mummy, Grandad and Uncle Albert and goodbye to Grandma".

I waited in anticipation the next day to see what would happen. At four o'clock just as I was beginning to think what a fool I was the phone rang. It was my father to tell me that my mother had just died. From that point on I was convinced that somehow my son could foretell misfortune. I made a special point of listening to his prayers every night from then on.

About six months passed, and then when listening to his prayers, I heard, "God bless Mummy, Grandad, Uncle Albert and goodbye to Daddy". I was mortified, scared out of my wits. I dare not confide it to my wife, she would only laugh at me. I had terrible nightmares that night and woke up haggard and drawn.

I thought about staying home out of harms way but realized that if I was going to die it could happen anywhere. On the way to work I took great pains to stay out of danger, keeping well away from the curb as I walked to the station; picking the middle section of the train as possibly the safest if there was a crash; waiting until there was absolutely no traffic anywhere near before crossing the road and the like. I didn't dare leave the safety of the office at lunchtime and sat drinking coffee and worrying myself sick. At five o'clock I left for home taking all the precautions I had used that morning. By the time I got home I was all in, I even had to ring the doorbell because I no longer had the strength left in me to search in my pocket for the key.

My wife opened the door with a scowl on her face and I staggered past her saying "I've had a really awful day, I feel totally drained, physically and emotionally. "My wife replied bitingly "Don't give me your hard luck stories I have had a really bad day, it started when the milkman dropped dead on the doorstep!"
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Mitt Romney reaches out to voters, saying, yeah, I like NASCAR. . .well, the owners

By Jack Brummet


Ex-Governor Mitt Romney was asked by a AP reporter the other day if he follows NASCAR, and Romney responded, "Not as closely as some of the most ardent fans. But I have some great friends who are NASCAR team owners."

 "I don't know people who fish but I know people who own yachts," tweeted Brad Woodhouse, communications director of the Democratic National Committee.

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Saturday, February 25, 2012

Weekend Edition/ATIT Reheated [from 2009]: Visiting Red's Greyhound Bus Depot In Kent, Wash.

By Jack Brummet, Green River Valley Editor


This photo of Kent's Meeker Street, about three blocks west of the Bus Depot,
was taken in 1945, about 15 years before the events described here. Meeker

Street didn't look much different at all, except the cars were newer.

[Ed's note: I have had this story half-written for a year now. I wanted to find photos of the Bus Depot. None seem to exist. I had always hoped for more details...more information on what it was like...what actually transpired there. Unfortunately, neither my 88 year old mother, or 78 year old father in law--who were denizens of the joint--have been able to further illuminate the story.]

Before rural and suburban areas around Seattle had a metropolitan bus and train system; before they created the Howard Hansen Dam that would prevent the Green, Black, and White Rivers from flooding the valley in which I grew up, we had The Greyhound and Red's Bus Depot. After my father died in 1964, the Greyhound was how we got around. . .if we got around. Getting around was going to Seattle on the bus at Christmas to window-shop and have a sandwich or sundae at The Copper Kettle, or the Paul Bunyan Room at one of the now defunct Seattle department stores.

Red's Kent Bus Depot, located on Meeker Street, two doors in from Central Avenue, was a magical, male, perfect small town place. Being the bus depot in a 3,000 person [ed's note: in later decades, it would become an 85,000 person city] town meant that you were a hub of activity.

Red (a/k/a Gordon Mageness) ran the cafe and Bubbins sold tickets and managed the Greyhound side of the operation. Bubbins even wore a green eyeshade, a vest, and a garter on his crisp, white long-sleeved shirt with a perfectly double-knotted Windsor tie. I don't have a picture of Bubbins, but he looked like an older, shorter (!) Harry Truman, well-haberdashed, a little cranky, and very business-like.


A chocolate malt served in a glass identical to those used at Red's Bus Depot Cafe

Red was unusual in Kent for being a life-long bachelor. He had been married early (to whom????), and I remember often visiting our relatives in the Hillcrest Cemetery and we would stop at the joint grave of his children, who either died at birth, or early in life. I remember the elaborate gravestone, in bronze, with lambs on it. [Were they twins? How did they die? Who was his wife??]. No one ever talked about his wife. I don't know what happened with their marriage. Red was the only man we knew who was a bachelor. All I could figure out about being a bachelor was it meant you could own a speedboat, belong to the Elks' club, and go to the barbershop every day for a trim and a shave. He was surrounded by friends at work, ate dinner at the Elks, and even owned a chunk of a racing filly. . .bachelorhood looked OK.



From the time I was about eight years old, Red would frequently have me run over two blocks to Dunham's for iceberg lettuce, tomatoes or onions, or to have Ray Dunham grind 12 more pounds of sirloin. These missions were always good for a quarter and a vanilla malt.

Red's cafe menu listed hamburgers, cheeseburgers, tuna-fish and toasted cheese sandwiches, soup, chips (regular and barbecue), cottage cheese and canned pineapple wheels nestled in fronds of iceberg lettuce, floats and sodas, ice cream cones, sundaes, hot fudge sundaes, banana splits, milkshakes (served in a tall glass along with the "extra" in the metal container), Boyd's coffee, tea, grapefruit, orange, and tomato juice, milk, bottled soda pop (only beer came in cans), and Green River on tap [ed's note: Green River was developed in 1919 by the Schoenhofen Brewery of Chicago as a non-alcoholic product for the Prohibition era. It was popular for many decades as a soda fountain syrup, and for many years, trailed only Coca Cola in popularity].

Watching Red make milkshakes was a sensuous experience. He slapped a spotless and gleaming stainless steel container on the counter and used a polished scoop (that sat in a container under a trickle of warm water) to dig three generous scoops of vanilla ice cream from a three gallon tub, pumped in a stream of chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry syrup, followed by a righteous pour of whole Smith Brothers milk (the dairy my friends Jim, Kathleen and Frances's extended family owned) and a scoop of malt, if you sprang for an extra nickel. He walked over and snapped the metal container into the pale green shake machine with a decisive click, flipped the switch and the medium-pitched whirring began. After an indeterminate, but always perfect, period of mixing, he poured it into a tall glass, and left the rest on the counter.

If you fancied soup, he opened a single-serving size of Campbell's and dumped it into a proprietary Campbell's soup heater. There were usually a few cheeseburgers and grilled cheese sandwiches cooking on the flat steel grill, along with a pile of onions sizzling in a pool of golden fat. Next to the ancient (even then) manual cash register, were candy bars, cigars, snoose, combs, rain bonnets, nail clippers, aspirin, cigarettes, mints, Callard and Bowser's butterscotch, Cadbury's chocolate, Big Hunks, Dots, Junior Mints, Three Musketeers, Baby Ruths, Butterfingers, Almond Joys, Mountain Bars (made in Tacoma), and gum. Across the floor was a rack of newspapers and magazines: Time, Life, Post, Detective Magazines, the women's magazines (Family Circle, Good Housekeeping, and the like), tabloids, Popular Science and Popular Mechanics. I don't think he carried any skin magazines. Playboy had recently debuted in the 60's, but this was more or less a family cafe. He probably kept the Playboys in the mysterious back room).

The bus depot's decor was minimal: a few tattered travel and bus posters, a black and white television, and a large portrait of F.D.R. My father-in-law Pete acquired the FDR poster when the depot closed down. It now resides in his den. There was a black and white TV on the wall (I never saw a color TV until I was in 11th grade at a friend's house).

The place was a fascinating mix of blue collar and white collar. Lawyers, merchants, dentists, and judges sat side by side with furnace repairmen, framers, sheetrockers, roofers, and like my Dad and Norm Peterson, Bill Cavanaugh, Al Corkins, Al Simms, and Al Conwell. I remember seeing my future father-in-law--Pete Curran-- there, along with his brother and some of their law partners. They were the guys wearing suits. My dad and his brethren wore overalls, or blue work shirts and jeans. . .usually spattered with paint, mud, or engine grease.

The mayor of the town showed up on occasion--Alex Thorton, who owned a car repair shop a few blocks down Central Avenue. I remember seeing Lou Kerhiaty, who owned the town's Ben Franklin (a/k/a Dime Store), and the Yahns, who owned Edline-Yahn funeral parlor. Kenny Iverson. a friend of my dad's, was the shortest man I knew. He was the only one of our friends who wore a suit. He was a salesman. Of course, the lawyers and funeral directors also wore suits, and some of the businessmen and druggists, and bankers. But most our our family's friends were strictly blue collar. Red presided over a fascinating amalgam of blue and white collar folks.

Although United Parcel Service was founded in Seattle in 1907, I never remember seeing a UPS truck. In those days, Greyhound was what UPS later became. Every bus coming from Seattle and elsewhere carried packages destined for Kent. Auto parts, chemicals, mail order clothes, gifts, and tools all arrived in the Greyhound cargo holds. If you needed a package sent or delivered, you either used the Post Office (as it was then called) or you used Greyhound. They didn't deliver, however. You went to the Bus Depot to pick up your packages: carburetors, bolts of muslin, cartons of books, seeds, and farm implements.

I remember being in the Bus Depot on November 22, 1963. . .and the fellas asking me who would be President now. There were no tears at the bus depot that day, but there was a stunned sort of hush as people watched events unfold on the black and white TV hung on the wall. I knew the name Lyndon Johnson somehow. The bus house gang were Democrats, but Scoop Jackson/JFK defense/blue-dog Democrats. I was awarded a soda for knowing LBJ's name.

The dark oak back-bar was even by the early 1960's looking ancient, with dark heavily-veined, and probably smoke-encrusted wood. The glass-fronted cabinets lining the back bar were filled with soda bottles that looked like they hailed from the 19th century. There was Nehi Soda, NuGrape, Honey Dew (made in the Seattle area), a brand of Sarsaparilla, Orange Crush, RC, Dr. Pepper, Shasta soda (another northwest brand), Bubble-Up, Kickapoo Joy Juice, YooHoo chocolate, Seven-up, Pepsi, Coca-Cola, and Schweppes Ginger Ale and Bitter Lemon.

Three beautiful leather dice cups with yellowed ivory dice sat on the bar for low-key gambling. If you wanted to roll the dice for lunch, Red was always game. You got a free lunch, or paid double if you lost. I think the odds were pretty even if you were a regular; it was something to do.

If you were friends with Red (and who wasn't?) in the back room there was a jug. He just might invite you in the back for a "snort." The jug was a half gallon of Canadian Club, or Jim Beam. I can't remember how it was dispensed--did they mix it into the standard drink I remember all adults I knew drank (the 7 & 7)? Among my people, hillbillies one generation removed from the hills, a drink meant a Seven & Seven, a/k/a, a Seagram's Seven mixed with Seven-up. Or beer. But beer was not really considered an alcoholic beverage. Some of my friends fathers left for work with a six pack in their pickup. When they came home, it was gone, replaced by a fresh "sixer." And they had probably also stopped into the Pastime, The Blinker, The Club, The Moonlite Inn, or The Virginia, to snort one or two on their way home.
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The closing of the bus depot - In the late 1960's, The Bus Depot closed. Seattle and King County had passed "Metro," a sort of latter day WPA project that finally cleaned up Lake Washington (and did it very well), helped build the dam, and fund a comprehensive King County bus system (and tried to get a subway system passed...the failure of which is one of Seattle/King County's great mistakes). With the coming of Metro buses to Kent, there was no longer a need for a Greyhound bus stop there. If you were taking a bus to a distant place (I took the bus to NYC three times), you took Metro to Seattle and connected at the Greyhound Bus Terminal on Stewart Street. Metro offered Red a job at the Metro offices in downtown Seattle, and he took the job. In later years, I often stopped into their office (I think it was around 3rd and Marion) to say hi to Red, who sold monthly bus passes from a window in the lobby.

That's about all I can recall. There is only so much a ten year old's memory can dredge up through a forty-five year old filter.

Other stories about Kent, Washington that have appeared here:

Square Dance At Valley Elementary
Foot Washing Baptists & The Catholic Devils
Cruising the Renton loop with a keg of nails
My Pathetic Political Career
Growing Up In Kent, Washington: Tarheels, Hayseeds, Hillbillies, and Crackers
Uncle Guy, more hillbilly cred, and living a good life
Fishing With The Old Man
Uncle Romey
It Can Happen Here: Japanese Relocation Camps, 1942-1946
More on the El Rancho Drive-in in Kent, Washington
Snack bar ads, intermission countdowns, and the El Rancho drive-in
Four more images of Kent, Washington in the 40's and 50's
Kent, Washington's Meeker Street 1946
Too good to leave in the comments: Scooter and the Hell's Angel Heavy chug-a-lugScooter and $2 all you can drink beer day at the Sundowner circa 1973
My Grandma's tavern in Carnation, Wash.
My Dog Slugger
Hucking Eggs in Kent, Washington
Home-made Hillbilly Toys
Square Dance At Valley ElementaryFoot Washing Baptists & The Catholic Devils
Hillbilly Cred
"Chicken Thieves Busy in Kent And Vicinity"
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Friday, February 24, 2012

Titanium Sporkestra played a short set at Seattle's Smash Putt tonight

About half of Titanium Sporkestra dropped in and performed a short, surprise—to us—set at Smash Putt tonight. . .it was good.  This is a short clip of "Ring of Fire". . .  /jack


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Tall Things, Part 8: The world's tallest thermometer

By Jack Brummet, Travel Editor



The world's tallest thermometer is located in Baker, California, in the Mojave Desert.

Actually, calling it a thermometer is a misnomer.  It doesn't have fifty gallons of mercury in a glass tube.  It is an electric sign, posting readings from an analog thermometer, but just a little taller than the ones you see outside of banks and shopping malls. 

The sign is 134 feet tall, in tribute to a record 134 degrees Fahrenheit recorded in adjacent Death Valley in 1913.  The "thermometer" weighs 38 tons and is held together by 125 cubic yards of concrete.  It can display a maximum temperature of, duh, 134 degrees.

The thermometer is planted right next to a Bob's Big Boy restaurant.  You can see it from Interstate 15 in the  Mojave. 
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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Boom! — The U.S. drops 20,000 pounds of pure sodium into a lake 130 miles east of Seattle (circa 1947)

In 1947, the U.S. government dumped 20,000 pounds of sodium into a lake 130 miles east of Seattle. This video shows the US War Assets Administration disposing of steel drums filled with 20,000 pounds of pure metallic sodium by dumping them into the alkaline lake, Lake Lenore.

If you've ever seen a demonstration of sodium and water on YouTube, or in science class, you know what will happen.  Except, the time I saw this in a chemistry class, they used a couple of ounces. 

This YouTube footage is spectacular.


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The weirdest mirror you will ever see - a safety first mirror

By Jack Brummet

I bought this mirror years ago at Archie McPhee in Seattle.  Here is a photo of the mirror, and details of each panel.  Oddly enough, the shark and plane crash panels are the most hopeful; no visible damage has been done to anyone. . .yet.  It seems likely that either the mirror itself, or the images themselves come from Mexico.









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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Santorum: Satan has his sights set on the USA




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Monday, February 20, 2012

Faces No. 270 - 15 Scratchboard Faces (and reversed)

by Jack Brummet
[a) Scratchboard for Dean and Mary; b) scratchboard digitally reversed]



click to enlarge images
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Spring Training Has Begun!

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Poem: Foghorns

The lighthouse and foghorn at Alki Point in West Seattle


By Jack Brummet

Foghorns

I hear three foghorns moaning  tonight,
Probably at Bainbridge Island,
Point No Point, and Alki.

I can't detect a pattern.
The foghorns sing to each other
Back and forth across the murky Puget Sound.

There will come a time
When we will likewise
All sing to each other.
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Saturday, February 18, 2012

Send Titanium Sporkestra to Austin for HonkFest!

This video was made for the Sporkestra's 2012 Spring fundraising campaign. Please visit www.TitaniumSporkestra.com for more info and to donate money!  Send these guys some money—they are a Seattle treasure.  /jack



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Thursday, February 16, 2012

Over-50 middle fingers (including Johnny Cash, Stan Lee, George W. Bush, Mickey Rourke, Nelson Rockefeller, Willie Nelson, Ben Bernanke, and Katy Couric)

Compiled By Mona Goldwater, Signs and Gestures Editor


This batch of middle fingers come from both reader submissions and a few we found and saved off for a rainy day. . .  /Mona





Ben Bernanke


Willie Nelson


Stan Lee


Donald Rumsfeld

Nelson Rockefeller





Mickey Rourke

Keith Richards

Katie Couric

Johnny Cash



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