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Counterpoint at Tuesday night's Garfield/Inglemoor game, played at Garfield's temporary home, Old Lincoln High.

It's Seattle Shakespeare Company's version of the wandering prince Pericles on Friday night for MvB, followed Saturday night by Britain's accordion-driven, Brechtian street opera trio with neo-castrati Martyn Jacques, the Tiger Lilies at the Moore, ladies and gentlemen.

Seattlest spent the morning begging our sister, who's moving herself, her furniture, and her dog over the Rockies today, to get some extra radiator fluid and watch her temperature gauge, because there's record-setting heat wave action on the other side of the Cascades.

Proving once again that Garfield grads are smarter than their private school counterparts, Marcelus Kemp today announced he'll stay in school for a year and improve his game, while Spencer Hawes announced he'll enter the draft and become the Robert Swift of 2007.

Vitals: 26 yo RHP. Born in Carson City, NV . 6-3, 210. 4-3, 3.61 career. 1-1, 2.75 in 2007. $384,523 salary.

Vitals: 26 yo RHP. Born in Carson City, NV . 6-3, 210. 3-3, 4.10 career. 0-1, 3.86 in 2007. $384,523 salary.

No, we can't root for the Huskies, but there are plenty of former kids who a few short years ago were playing in front of sparse crowds at some smelly high school gym, but in the next two days will play ball on a national stage:

Special Gonzaga correspondent Sean O'Connor reports that the Zags will make the tournament.

We’re not the only ones who noticed Redhook’s recent India Pale Ale facelift. They changed the brew’s name to "Long Hammer" and removed the reference to "Ballard Bitter." And as far as we can taste, didn’t change the beer’s recipe. Pyramid did the same thing last year with their IPA, appending “ThunderHead” to the acronym. Finally—someone’s applied the porn name game to beer!

Susan Paynter thinks all the talk about "freedom of speech" around Referendum 1 (the four-foot rule, etc.) is a ruse -- what the clubs really want to keep "legal" is prostitution:

If we want a vote, up or down, on legalizing prostitution, then, in the words of G.W. Bush, bring it on. But if, outside of Nevada, we still oppose the oldest profession when it is practiced on the street, do we ignore it when it's inside a club that may soon be built next to your house?

Dan Savage insists "There’s no prostitution at Rick’s, folks. Just hard-up guys with lumps in their pants tossing twenties at pretty girls." But Paynter quotes an older version of her own column and insists she knows what really "what really happens in the darkened corners of these clubs":

"Although touching is supposedly forbidden, in the less-lighted recesses of at least two of the clubs, men reported seeing 'dancers' opening patrons' pants, putting on condoms and, at the very least, rubbing private parts through men's clothing to the point of some tough laundry stains."

If Paynter's right, though, she undercuts her own argument: people who are really interested can already tell when someone's crossing the line between lap dances and prostitution, without brighter lights or a four-foot rule in place. And we suspect they don't need to spend $10,000 on lap dances to figure it out.

Have you read Wikipedia's article on the Alaskan Way Viaduct lately? Here are the two most recent versions of the opening paragraph. The first is from September 21, last revised by Bibliophylax:

In a piece last month, we called Fresno State, a team that lost to Nevada, Tulsa, and Louisana Tech last year, "not that good." Soon, the comment box was teeming with the indignation of uppity Fresno State fans, broadcasting their inferiority complexes widely by calling our piece "stupid ass" and "illogical."

With the Husky football starting this weekend, we thought it would be a good time to preview the season. Helping us out are our two college football experts and die-hard Husky fans, Happy Times Carl and Deputy Downer.

Eric Blehm’s third book, The Last Season, reconstructs the story of Randy Morgenson, a National Park Service backcountry ranger in California's rugged Sierra Nevada Mountains who heads out for a routine 3-day patrol in the summer of 1996, never to be seen again. Exploring numerous theories surrounding the circumstances of Morgenson's disappearance--suicide, accidental death, even starting over with a new anonymous life--Blehm retraces the ranger's steps, weaving together a story that celebrates the juxtaposition of the breathtaking yet unforgiving terrain of the high Sierra backcountry wilderness, and the people dedicated enough to serve it. Seattlest was unable to attend his reading at Elliot Bay a couple weeks ago, but we chatted with him a few days later about the process of writing a book that took eight years to research.

Q: What's up with gas prices? They shot up after Katrina, then they went back down again, but now it's ridiculous!

Last week the Minnesota Vikings shanghaied Pro Bowl guard Steve Hutchinson from the Seahawks by including a "poison pill" in his contract--a provision specifying that Hutchinson had to be the top-earning offensive lineman on the team; a provision the Seahawks couldn't match.

The Senate was asked to support the troops this morning via a defence spending bill that included money for soldiers in Iraq, Katrina aid and, of course, drilling for oil in the Alaskan wildlife refuge. Attaching ANWR drilling to a defence spending bill that must get passed was the brainchild of Senator Stevens of Alaska who has been trying to dig up the refuge for twenty years, a move that Senator John McCain called, "disgraceful" and "disgusting." This is probably his most fail-safe attempt to date and it failed. Screw you, Stevens.

When Starbucks announced they were getting into the CD selling business, we were quite pleased with the idea that the local chain could eventually de-throne 'no explicit content' Walmart as the nation's leading seller of music. We decided that we don't really care anymore after Starbucks decided not to sell Bruce Springsteen's latest 'Devils & Dust' since it contains lyrics describing a night with a hooker in the the song 'Reno.' While we are not encouraging (or even discouraging) spending a night with a Nevada prostitute, we do think the song is not especially offensive and that the CD is clearly labeled as having material inappropriate for minors. We think the company is well within its rights to refuse to sell material it finds offensive (perhaps why our human beat-box album never really got distribution there), we think it does further cement Starbucks' reputation as being not especially cool.

We’ve already told you about the alarmingly cute sea otter infant bobbing around in the Seattle Aquarium. But the Enhydra Lutris shenanigans don’t stop there. Odds are, if you plunk your butt on a bike with any regularity in the greater Seattle area, you've heard of the Sea Otter Classic. Commencing this Thursday and running through Sunday the 17th, it is the Season Opener of biking, the Burning Man for the "Two wheels good, four wheels bad" set, the Chain-Ring Rite of Spring…sorry, we’ll stop now.