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• Lake City’s legendary, recently-closed Rimrock Steak House is saved! Well, maybe.
• Starbucks gave away download codes for a “free” ebook. The document turned out to exclude the novel’s ending, telling readers they had to get the paid version to learn what happens.
• Get ready for Sleepless in Seattle, the Musical. In preparation for years, it’s set to open in L.A. next summer.
• The Longview longshoremen’s strike might be ending.
• J.P. Patches, who announced his retirement from public appearances earlier this summer, will make his last one this Saturday at Fishermen’s Terminal.
• Darn. Just when we were getting used to Dennis Kucinich, turns out he’s probably not coming to stay.
• The Republicans have a master plan for winning the White House. It has little to do with actually fielding a mass-appeal candidate (or even a sane candidate), and everything to do with voter suppression and making the Electoral College even more unfair.
• Earlier this week, we discussed an LA Times essay asking where today’s great recession documentarians were. Well, here are two more places to find them—Facing Change and In Our Own Backyard.
seattle times announces the new team's name (1975), from historylink.org
The effect of the Nickelodeon series “SpongeBob SquarePants†on little kids’ attention spans was tested on, well, almost nobody.
1931 model bookmobile, from historylink.org
Back to the present day, thankfully….
The place to be on a perfect mid-September day was the NEPO 5k Don’t Run. It was a series of art exhibits, installations, performances, and conceptual pieces strung along a three-mile route from Pioneer Square to the top of Beacon Hill.
The name came from the fact that the organizers couldn’t get a permit for a running event, which would have required a lot of street closures.
Besides, if you ran you’d miss the smaller, more intimate art along the way, such as Ollie Glatzer’s four Thread and Nail pieces installed on telephone poles.
Some of the art walked along with the walkin’ audience.
And some of the art involved the audience in little games, such as Encounters at the End of Hing Hay Park.
Unfortunately, the event’s official program did not list all the performers, including this dancer who worked with a twenty-foot train in the back of her costume.
(Update: Carrie Clogston’s blog Gingham and Gold identifies her as Keely Isaak Meehan.)
Once the walkers crossed the Jose Rizal (12th Avenue) Bridge, it was a sharp left turn onto the I-90 Trail. That’s where Amy Ellen Trefsger (also known as “Flatchestedmama”) performed A Good Reminder to Sign Your Work, a series of poems delivered via semaphore.
Erin Shafkind turned parts of Equality, a permanent work in the park (co-designed by my ol’ pal Rolon Bert Garner), into mini versions of the Mad Homes installation seen previously this summer on Capitol Hill.
Laura Dean and Ryan Worsley’s Flock of Disproven Theories Written as Facts comprised original black and white drawings pasted into hardcover books, which dangled from trees with plaques describing these theories dangling from the books. This work also included the Don’t Run’s only overtly political statement, as seen above.
Josh Peterson’s Tree-Map re-used audio chips from novelty greeting cards, which played sounds as triggered by the breeze.
As the trail turned left, walkers were instructed to take a soft right onto 18th Avenue South. This longest stretch of the Don’t Run was on a normally quiet residential street, where old and abandoned-looking houses sit next to ultramodern designer homes. Sarah Galvin read narrative poems in front of an unoccupied house. Behind her in the front yard, anonymous performers portrayed a dissolute man (drinking from a gasoline can), his quietly crying wife, and their grass-eating daughter.
Ken Turner’s Red Dot Genuflection Station invited the non-runners to place red dot stickers (the mark of a successful gallery sale)Â on an obelisk entitled Little i. It symbolized money as today’s only standard of success.
Mike Pham, clad in gold lame tights, smoked and drank and pranced on the roof of a ’50s Chrysler in L’apres-midi d’un Pham.
Another re-imagined vehicle was this pedal car, adapted from a 1982 Toyota pickup. By the 18th Avenue stretch, the pedalers needed a little help.
In another unannounced attraction, don’t-runners honked a series of old fashioned horns installed along a pipe at a child’s eye level.
Finally at the foot of 18th, one block actually was closed off, and don’t-runners were asked to run to the finish line—in slow motion.
Jessie Wilson’s You Are Here invited the gathering throng to place badges on a wires labeled with the spectrum of human emotion.
The end of the line was NEPO House (“open” spelled backwards). It’s the actual home of artist Karla Glosova and her family. Glosova has staged exhibits and events in and outside the house for more than a year now. This time, it held music acts and little performance shticks well into the night.
A splendid time was had by all.
And if it turned anyone on to the idea of urban walking adventures, well I’ve got a little something that can help in that regard….
scene from antiwar protest downtown, march 2003
After all the recycled bluster about the police and the firefighters and especially the troops, about the valiant politicians and the flag waving celebrities, about the need to never forget the horrible day which begat the horrible decade of the endless wars and the mass intimidation and the institutionalized fear mongering and the ugly racism and the corruption of democracy, what more is to be said?
Quite a bit.
We can remember the World Trade Center’s Seattle architect, Minoru Yamasaki (1912-1986). His local works include Puget Sound Plaza, Rainier Square, the Pacific Science Center, and the IBM Building (based on his early WTC design work).
Yamasaki didn’t live to see the towers attacked. But he knew the consequences of war-inspired fear and prejudice.
It was only the intercession of an early employer, and the fact that he was working in the northeast at the time, that got him exempted from the WWII internment of western Americans of Japanese ancestry.
We can remember the opportunities for international cooperation to build a safer world. And how those opportunities were deliberately quashed by the Bush-Cheney regime.
We can remember the Patriot Act, the TSA, the “total information awareness” domestic eavesdropping scheme, the media’s ignoring of an initially strong antiwar movement, and all the big and little ways the regime waged war on its own citizens.
We can remember the Americans troops still in harm’s way in Afghanistan and, yes, in Iraq. And those who didn’t make it back. And those who are back home but seriously harmed physically and psychologically, and who have received insufficient care.
We can remember the thousands of Iraqis and Afghanis who had nothing to do with the original attacks but died in the ensuing wars and occupations.
We can remember we still need exit strategies from both occupations, strategies that will protect Iraqis and Afghanis of all sexes and ethnicities.
We can remember the terrible damage wrought on the U.S. budget by war spending, combined with the millionaires’ tax cuts and the rest of the neocon economic misadventure.
And remembering all that, we can say, yes, “never again.”
Never again will we be manipulated by fear, either by foreign civilians or by our own leaders.
Never again will we let peace and reason be treated as dirty words.
Never again will we invade first and ask questions later.
Never again will we strike against entire nations over the horrendous crimes of a few dozen individuals (most of whom had never lived in either invaded nation).
Never again will we allow fear of “Islamic” fundamentalist repression to become an excuse for “Christian” fundamentalist repression.
Never again will we sacrifice our freedoms under the excuse of protecting them.
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The summer doldrums in news-type postings seem to have ended. Enjoy.
Don’t try to fight irrationality with rationality. It will only make you more frustrated and the other person more defensive. No matter how many well-constructed arguments you offer, you won’t make headway until you understand the underlying motivation that is driving the other person.
The Muscular Dystrophy Association parted ways with Jerry Lewis, and cut its annual telethon this year down from 21.5 hours to six.
The two moves are inter-related, of course.
Abandoning the real overnight marthon format for simply a long special meant a lot of the broadcast’s elements had to be cut down.
The MDA show traditionally consists of four basic elements:
When the show’s running time was hacked down this year, three of those parts could be reduced in both frequency and duration.
But the corporate plugs still had to all go in.
Thus, the entertainment segments had to be further hacked down.
No more time for Lewis to cut it up with his classic movie-star and song-and-dance pals. Just quick intros to songs and standup comedy routines, delivered by perky and efficient cue-card readers.
So, the 85-year-old Lewis was unceremoniously dumped, for the sake of speed and modernity.
The organization’s next step: dump the demeaning “Jerry’s Kids” typing, and depict its beneficiaries as complete, respect-deserving humans (most of whom are adults), who simply have a medical condition.
Can the outfit take this leap?
Tune in same time next year.
College football season is among us. This means I need to remind some of you:
The University of Oregon is the Ducks and is in Eugene. (It is also known sometimes as “Nike U.”)
Oregon State University is the Beavers and is in Corvallis.
I attended (briefly), and am still fiercely loyal to, the latter. Once a Beaver, always a Beaver.