The Kirkland Arts Center just launched a spooky-cool show by two up-and-coming East Coast artists. Alison Brady, from Washington, DC, is known for her hyper-real (and hyper-creepy) photographs. Sarah Knobel, from NYC, has made a splash with her surreal self-portraits (via photos and videos).
Let me ask you if this sounds familiar: You were president of the chess club (or your sister was). You lived for concert band practice or saw Star Wars 50 times (or have a brother who did). Or maybe you logged in 5,000 hours of Atari or wore that Michael Jackson glove to school every day, even after it was cool. You survived middle school, escaped high school, arrived at college and, finally, it came: validation. You found your tribe and realized you were not alone. For all you folks out there who at one point in your life were called a nerd or a geek, this issue is for you.
(Blow) Try to keep the giggles to a minimum as you learn how to gather glass on your rod, shape your punty and blow it during Seattle Glassblowing Studio’s six-week beginning glassblowing class. $645 for six classes. Seattle Glassblowing Studio, 2227 Fifth Ave.; 206.448.2181; seattleglassblowing.com
Despite the renown of its members, you probably haven’t heard of the Seattle Camera Club. Here’s why: Founded in 1924 by 37 talented Japanese photographers, the club thrived until World War II, when many of its members were sent to internment camps. The group disbanded and much of its work was lost, but the UW Libraries acquired some surviving collections, which are being exhibited at the Henry Gallery as Shadows of a Fleeting World: Pictorial Photography and the Seattle Camera Club.
ARTIST: Jonathan EvisonBainbridge Island–based authorBOOKS: The coming-of-age novel All About Lulu, which earned the 2009 Washington State Book Award, and the just-released West of Here, an epic tale centered on the 1890s founders of Port Bonita, a fictional Washington coast town based on Port Angeles.READINGS: Various area bookstores 2/15–2/19, including Elliott Bay Book Company (2/17). See westofherethebook.com for details. By Brangien Davis
Seattle actress Billie Wildrick is bouncing atop a trampoline, dressed up like a 1960s cheerleader in a retro blue and yellow uniform. With an all-American ponytail, she smiles and waves her pompoms. It’s part of a promotional photo shoot for Vanities: A New Musical (in which Wildrick is one of three female leads), a new production of the 2009 off-Broadway show that opens this month in Seattle.
When former King County Executive Ron Sims, now deputy secretary of the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development, launched the Healthy Incentives Program in 2005, he started biking to work. He lost an impressive 60 pounds and dramatically reduced his blood pressure, cholesterol levels and body mass index (BMI). “And he did all of this in a public way,” says Brooke Bascom, communications director for King County’s Employee Health and Well Being Program. “He did not ask employees to do something that he wasn’t willing to do himself.”
Whether people smoke it, bake it into a cookie or spread green butter on their toast in the morning, medical marijuana use—and the controversy surrounding it—is growing in Washington state. Cancer patients are using it to alleviate nausea caused by chemotherapy. AIDS patients smoke it to help regain their dwindling appetites. And grandparents who once warned their children of the dangers of pot are now relying on them to supply it for relief from debilitating ailments.
2/11–2/17 Listen here, skirts and palookas, it’s time to get off your keisters, put on your glad rags and high-tail it to the fifth annual Noir City, see? This year’s theme is kooks and goofs—crazies, got it? We’re talkin’ a coupla psycho twins (Among the Living, 1941, and The Dark Mirror, 1946), a sexy-creepy heiress (Angel Face, 1952), a hinky baby-sitter (Don’t Bother to Knock, 1952) and a sex addict (They Won’t Believe Me, 1947).
I attended the Seattle World’s Fair in 1962, and it shaped my expectations for the 21st century. I expected to live in a world of atomic cars, video phones and Space Needle penthouses. I can take pictures with my cheap Nokia cell phone, but other parts of that future remain elusive, perhaps for the better. Would we really be happier if road ragers had nuclear reactors in their personal Batmobiles?
If you find yourself downtown early next week finishing up your shopping, be sure to keep your eye out for the man of the hour, St. Nicholas himself. The Sorrento Santa will be making his annual rounds of the city on the Candy Cane Cruise, checking up on who’s been naughty and nice and handing out everyone’s favorite Christmas treat while he’s at it (1,000 of which will be made even sweeter with Hunt Club discounts).