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All of you who are going to be outside in Seattle tomorrow (Sat. 3/3) should attend my nice little chat about Vanishing Seattle. It starts at 2 p.m. at the Klondike Gold Rush National Historic Park, 319 2nd Ave. S. Be there or be fool’s gold.
The owners were business smart. Very smart. You will never go broke in Seattle making people think they’re in a special, exclusive club that is cooler than everyone else. That is money in the bank. The fear of being provincial and dull is so powerful, there.
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Remember, we’ve got a free Vanishing Seattle presentation at 2 p.m. Saturday in the Klondike Gold Rush National Historic Park, 319 2nd Ave. S. in Pioneer Square.
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donald levin's holdings range from cancer sticks to hockey sticks.
The Toronto Globe and Mail has confirmed the rumors (mentioned here a few weeks back) that Donald R. Levin, owner of a minor league hockey team in Chicago, is interested in owning a new or moved National Hockey League team in Seattle.
Levin’s interest in the Seattle sports world has been known for a while. Last July, KIRO-TV reported Levin was looking into potential Bellevue sites for a new NHL arena. But the Globe and Mail story says Levin’s willing to be roomies with Chris Hansen, who wants to build an NBA arena in Sodo.
Besides the American Hockey League’s Chicago Wolves, Levin is the principal owner of the privately held D.R.L. Enterprises.
It’s a mini conglomerate built around Republic Tobacco. Levin built that from a single smoke shop in the Chicago suburbs. From there he moved into wholesaling, and eventually into manufacturing.
Republic’s properties include JOB rolling papers* (bought from the original French owners), Drum and Top “roll-your-own” tobacco (bought from R.J. Reynolds), and assorted other brands in assorted countries.
Levin has funneled some of his cancer-puff profits into businesses with brighter futures; principally industrial leasing (including aircraft, though I don’t know if that includes Boeing aircraft) and licensed sports gear and merchandise.
And, according to the Chicago Wolves’ website, Levin has “made nearly 20 motion pictures distributed in the U.S. and overseas.”
The Wolves’ site doesn’t identify them, but the Internet Movie Database lists 12 films produced or executive-produced by Levin from 1983 to 1995. They include:
In other words, he sounds just like our kind of guy.
* (PS: Yes, I am aware that rolling papers are sometimes filled with a substance other than tobacco. If you can find a relevance from that fact to this story, go ahead.)
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…the last places in America where books are still a dominant part of the culture, consumed, discussed, pondered, and critiqued with gusto.
Update #1: The Komen Foundation backed down from its previous blackballing of Planned Parenthood cancer screening services—or did it?
Update #2: In yesterday’s rant about the Komen fiasco, I mentioned how the organization had attracted negative comments even before this. But I failed to provide a good link to those previous criticisms.
Here’s such a link. It goes to the trailer for Pink Ribbons, Inc., a National Film Board of Canada documentary investigating the group. It opened today in Canadian theaters; a Stateside run starts in March.
Director Lea Pool’s film (based on Samantha King’s 2006 book) had, of course, been shot, edited, and scheduled long before this week’s right-wing cave-in by Komen management.
The film’s gist: Komen management allegedly cares a lot more about promoting itself, attracting corporate partners, selling branded merchandise, and, of course, raising money than it is about detection, treatment, or “the cure.”
All-new item: A Seattle gun merchant announced a Komen-authorized pink handgun. Komen management now denies any authorization, involvement, or even pre-knowledge of this.
More sordid details keep emerging about the Komen Foundation cave-in to the right wing sleaze campaign against Planned Parenthood.
At least one top Komen official had resigned in protest over the scheme. Other insiders report Komen bosses had been maneuvering behind the scenes to rewrite its bylaws, to explicitly allow defunding PP’s cancer-screening programs.
Komen’s leaders, who appear to be the sort of folk who only listen to conservative-only “news” media, actually thought this would settle down.
Then again, people who’ve followed the Komen organization before all this have described an outfit that spends relatively little on screenings, treatments, or research, and a lot on marketing and corporate promo tie-ins and forging ties with conservative power players.
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Now for your dose of randomosity:
Besides my current contract job deep within the belly of the publishing beast (now on week 12 of what was to have been 7.5 weeks), I’m coming off of a horrid and still undiagnosed chest thang that had me coughing and hacking like hell.
So I’ve been spending most of my non-working hours resting, not preparing blog posts.
Here are some random links I’ve been saving up.
A state of being defined by lack, self-oppression and ultimately the judgment of others.
Horror author and Seattle music-scene legend Wilum Hopfrog Pugmire is out of the hospital and back home, tired but apparently on the mend.
a teenage pugmire as 'count pugsley'
Before he gained national cult fame as “the world’s greatest living Lovecraftian writer,” Wilum Hopfrog Pugmire already had several other claims to fame.
He’d played the costumed mad scientist “Count Pugsly” at the Jones Fantastic Museum in Seattle Center.
He’d published Punk Lust, a literate and intimately personal zine chronicling his life as a queer Mormon, doing restaurant work to support his obsessions with punk rock, horror fiction, and Barbra Streisand.
He’d been a constant figure on the local music scene, sometimes appearing at events in goth-white face paint with ruby red lipstick.
Finally, in recent years Pugmire’s horror fiction has risen in stature, from a few short stories in scattered anthologies to full-length, limited edition books.
He hasn’t been very visible lately. He was stuck at home, taking care of a dying mother.
Now he’s the patient. He’s reportedly now in a Seattle hospital, dealing with a worsening heart condition.
Several days ago he wrote a blog post announcing his retirement from writing. In it, he described his condition as follows:
I have been extremely ill for over a month, and it doesn’t seem like I’m gonna get better any time soon. Tonight has been one of the worst nights. I think my ailments are a combination of heart disease and lingering bronchitis. One of my ailments is coranary arterial spasms, which happens usually when I recline in bed and try to sleep–they jerk my body and produce a little yelp, making sleep impossible so that I am a zombie moft of ye time.
I know no more about Pugmire’s condition at this time. Will Hart, at the horror blog CthuluWho1, is keeping track.