WTF, Seattle? Part VII. (Community Supported Agriculture)

Seattle, as you might expect, likes its organic food.

There are a plethora of farmer's markets. Seattle's top tourist destination is a farmer's market. Big name Seattle chef Maria Hines (who I have a major food crush on) has two Oregon Tilth certified restaurants (I don't know what that means, either, but supposedly it's really hard to get that certification).

Therefore, it follows logically that community supported agriculture is a big whoop. What is that, you ask? It's when you buy a 'share' of a local farm, and get a shitton of locally-grown organic veggies/fruit every week.

Check out what I got this week for $20: carrots, rainbow chard, red oak leaf lettuce, red beets, strawberries, chives, garlic scapes, and fresh garlic.

A $20/wk share of veggies/fruit from Helsing Junction Farms

Yeah, I'd prolly spend $20 on sh*tty tomatoes and apples that taste like dirt at the supermarket. I'll be getting similar boxes of stuff for the next 17 weeks.

This WTF is one I embrace. Like, WTF, why don't they do this everywhere?

PS. The strawberries are delicious, if you were wondering.

Happy 4th of July.

A crappy cell phone photo of Seattle's firework show, dubbed "boobs and sparkle bush," since that's basically all that was showcased.

One instance of boobs and sparkle bush, in front of the Space Needle on Lake Union.

Robin S. gets her second moment of fame.

I really, really want an effing 90s dance party. And no, not 90s pop/rap. I want 90s dance music. Break out the Haddaway, La Bouche, and Real McCoy.

I fairly recently freaked out when my all time favorite 90s dance song "What Is Love" was sampled by Eminem.

Even more recently, Jason Derulo sampled Robin S's 1993 hit "Show Me Love" (not to be confused with 90s Swedish pop star/current dance music star Robyn, who also had a 1997 hit called "Show Me Love").



Jason Derulo's version was probably made to make people laugh at?/with? him while dancing.



In short, the point of this post was to get you to throw a real 90s dance party. And invite me, plz.

PS. Coco Jamboo.

I smelled dead people

Well, actually, no I didn't. That's what I would've smelled if I'd gotten a whiff of the Amorphophallus titanum (that's right, that's its name) a day earlier. It is also known as a carrion flower/corpse flower, since it smells like rotting flesh. Apparently it reeks so bad that sometimes people vomit at its stench, and its aroma can waft a radius of 3 blocks.

But it only smells that bad for about a day. Some residual stinkiness can be smelled a day later. Alas, we were even after that baby stench. But we did get to see how giant it was!

The blooming Amorphophallus titanum (right) and Megan (left).

Detail of the flower.

It is disfigured, but not quite amorphous.

Deflowered?

That's all for UW's amorphous giant penis flower. At least for about the next eight years, when it'll possibly bloom again.

Seattle's top street murals: Part 6

(Also, 1, 2, 3 ,4, and 5)

You can find this one on the partially boarded up building  at 2nd and Yesler. Who doesn't like giant sea monsters swimming around?

Neumos

After over 2.5 years of living here, I finally made it to a show at Neumos. (I know, I'm laaaaame.)

The Peter, Bjorn, and John show was sold out, but the crowd was super blaaaah. I guess it was because it was a Tuesday night, and the opener put us all to sleep.

The most exciting part of the crowd was the college-aged girls:
Girl 1: Is the bassist the one you like?
Girl 2: No, I like the other one.
Girl 1: Oh look, he's coming over just for you!
Girl 2: (after a break in songs) Oh look, he changed his shirt! He's so into fashion!

Despite the general lack of enthusiasm from the crowd, PB&J played a great show. They're quite funny. I especially liked their funky/harmonica-y version of "Nothing To Worry About".

PB&J play at Neumos.

ANDDDDD they ended their second "encore" with the very apropos Lay It Down.

Oh hai, central cinema!

Central Cinema.
8/10 on my bangin' scale.

Who doesn't want to watch old/usually bad movies while stuffing their face? In fact, you can stuff your pie-hole with pie, which is what I did while enjoying "The Room" this Thursday at my new favorite movie theater in Seattle.

The movie was scheduled to start at 9:30, so we didn't try CC's dinner. Instead we sampled an array of snacks-- a pitcher of flowery (but not bad flowery) beer, popcorn with REAL butter, a hot dog (dubbed a pig in blanket) with aioli sauce, and blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream.

The pie was warm, but was also really thin. It was kind of like an actually good hot pocket, come to think of it. They baked each order separately, kind of like a big, oval ravioli made of pie crust, and filled with sugary blueberries. Not what I was expecting, but still tastier than anything you'd get at a regular movie theater.

Central Cinema: Where a Langston Hughes Film Festival and "The Room" share ad space.

 Mostly this place gets an 8/10 because they choose awesome movies. Who doesn't want to shout until they get hoarse, and throw spoons at a movie screen? Also, if you get there early enough, you'll get booth seating.

Up next week at CC: Vanilla Ice's "Cool as Ice" (I wonder if they will sell more vanilla ice cream), complete with hecklevision. What is that, you ask? It's when you get to be snarky via text message, and everyone sees your snark like subtitles at the bottom of the screen. That's probably worth the $6/$8 day of ticket price. Good thinking, Lisa!