She must be wondering what I am doing in the bathroom. As am I. She is not alone. She is not alone in wondering. I always am, usually. I am always wondering what I am doing. Is not everybody? I mean wondering what they are doing? Everybody does not give a shit what I am doing, which is why I am alone in wondering it. Does she? He? They?
Yesterday evening while you may have been relaxing at the beach, or sipping a chilly margarita on some shady porch, Heather Logue was helping the children by perspiring her face off in the sweaty JewelBox Theatre and laughing at the unfortunate choices some celebrities have made—both in life, and in word usage.
To enter Outside In/Inside Out: The Inner Life of Jack is to submit to an immersive experience. To commemorate Jack Straw’s 50th, local artists Ellen Sollod and Johanna Melamed have transformed the entirety of Jack Straw Productions New Media Gallery into a camera obscura, inviting in the outside world and turning it on its head. Coupled with a quirky and ever-shifting soundtrack, the entire experience proves initially disorienting but ultimately provides a visceral and many layered glimpse into the workings and history of Jack Straw Productions.
The Star sat down with Night and Day Film Noir Series’ curator, Brandon Ryan, and discussed what he aims to do with the series, why he feels particularly drawn to Humphrey Bogart, and the unfortunate circumstance that the movie making process ended up driving some of the century’s best writers to self-destructive excesses.
Whither Seattle’s erstwhile progressive credibility? Jeff Stevens opines.