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And a happy Friday the 13th (first of the year) and Mariners home opening day to all of you!
It’s called “Control-based Content Pricing,†and the basic idea is dynamic pricing of video content, based on the preferences of the user at any given moment—essentially setting different prices for different functions of the TV remote.
'water wood' by bette burgoyne; via roqlarue.com
Today, go out and celebrate Pi Day (3/14). Tomorrow, learn about pies of the past.
I’m participating in a History Cafe session about old Seattle restaurant menus. It’s 7 p.m. Thursday at Roy Street Coffee (the off-brand Starbucks), Broadway and East Roy on cantilevered Capitol Hill. It’s sponsored by KCTS, HistoryLink.org, MOHAI, and the Seattle Public Library.
Try writing the same line of dialogue three different ways: 1) the quippy version, 2) the version that simply conveys the meaning of the line, and 3) the emotional subtext of the line. And then try to find the version that combines 2) and 3) as much as possible. You might find you end up with a line that’s more quotable than the witty version you originally had.
The parking garage on Second Avenue between Stewart and Virginia was completely demolished in two days.
In order to minimize traffic disruption, the whole job was scheduled for a single weekend. Even then, at least one lane of Second was open to traffic at all times.
Four jackhammer and shovel rigs converged on the site; first knocking down the front walls, then moving in for the rest.
By late Sunday afternoon, all that was left was rubble and some old painted signage revealed on the side of the building next door.
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619 western's exterior during the 'artgasm' festival, 2002
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When I first started MISCmedia as a registered business in 2000, I rented a private mailbox from a new shop in Belltown, The Home Office. (UPS shipping, fax service, and top ten lists—all under one roof!)
I knew it was my kind of place when I saw the welcome mat outside the door. It read HI, I’M MAT.
That line actually referred to the store’s founder, Matt Hale. He was a charming, genial, soft spoken fellow.
His store was, and is, on the ground floor of the Seattle Heights condo tower. A few years back, Hale sold the store and took a doorman gig at the building’s front desk.
He was walking home from that job on Aug. 3 when five thugs attacked him, really bad.
His attackers haven’t been identified or found.
Hale’s been in Harborview ever since.
Until Wednesday night.
That’s when he showed up at a neighborhood public safety meeting in the Labor Temple, to rousing applause.
Hale went back to Harborview after the meeting. He’s still got a long road ahead of him.
But he’s got a lot of us on his side.
UPDATE: David Nelson has a more thorough roundup about Wednesday night’s event, and about neighborhood businesses who’ve chipped in to help support Hale’s recovery.
pride parade viewers at the big popsicle
(A relatively long edition this time, bear with.)
Another summer, another Seafair Torchlight Parade, the oldest, biggest, and (alas) clothed-est of Seattle’s three big summer parades.
It’s been billed by some local wags as a taste of the suburbs in the middle of town. But that’s not quite the case. A lot of the “forgotten Seattle” shows up too. Working families, even with children. Public school children even.
Some attendees chose to forego the standard T-shirts and shorts uniform.
Teachers’ union picketers showed up to appeal to the family friendly crowd, campaigning for increased school funding and fewer state-mandated tests.
Then the parade itself got underway with its new title sponsor, Alaska Airlines (replacing rival Southwest). In keeping with nostalgia for pre-TSA era air travel, Alaska featured an all-flight-attendant drill team.
Mr. Drew Carey was a thorough professional, shaking hands, kissing babies, selling soccer scarves.
Then, at last, came the real entertainment. The drill teams.
The marching bands.
The floats.
The Clowns and the Pirates.
Yes, the parade could become “hipper” (even while remaining G rated).
But why should it?
Squares need some celebration in their lives too.