This large basement space, with its raised platform stage, lovely lighting, and complimentary hot tea bar, makes for an intimate, snuggly, fuzzy-heart music experience. If you've spent any time at Olympia, Anacortes, or Eugene house shows, this will be a very familiar-feeling venue.
Glad you were okay after that scary incident, Barbara!
"microwaving the leftover buffalo wings" is much closer to my personal experience in these matters. Indeed.
yes! I went there yesterday for the first time and got that oh-so-rare buzzing "this is the place" feeling. Such a delightful & well-curated treasure trove. RIP Arvey Paper!
"sure, I'm paying $30k per year for an undergrad fine arts degree, BUT MOM: I have my own WASHING MACHINE"
Barbara, you rule. Keep writing this column. Wm. Steven Humphrey, please keep supporting this column. Lady commenters in the HOUSE.
Ah yes, from the same themed-restaurant era that brought us "Coon Chicken" on NE Sandy (now Clyde's Prime Rib). Charming.
In February I deleted my 6-year-old account with about 500 friends on it. I was becoming an oversharing/overposting case study for virtual interactions replacing real-life interactions, among other things (including the 'too many acquaintances from high school' thing) and it made me feel like a tool who was out of control of my own basic actions and lifestyle. On top of that, I was reading 'Lean In' by Cheryl Sandberg (Facebook's C.O.O.) and it dawned on me that my Facebook profile, the virtual life connected to it, and the subsequent deterioration of privacy--and my complicity in all of it-- were helping this woman and her colleagues remain very, very wealthy.
So I deleted that old profile and took a 2 month break... and it ruled. I didn't miss anything major, I was able to reconnect with friends in meaningful ways, and I felt generally more relaxed with an increased sense of privacy. But then, despite the above-stated epiphany, I created a new, tiny account so I could view some events and groups-related features on Facebook. And some of my real-world friends have found me, fb friended me, and the cycle begins anew.
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