Ravings of a Random Mind...

Dear Kristi Merritt (and anyone who thinks she has a point with this stunt, below ) No, the Seahawks jersey, helmet, and football do not make you Russell Wilson, but then they aren't what make Russell Wilson, Russel Wilson, either. Russell Wilson is Russell Wilson because of WHO HE IS, not because of what he wears. Mexicans don't all wear sombreros, drink beer, and eat tortilla chips - you're thinking of Americans who celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Have you ever been to Mexico? Mexicans are light, dark, black, brown, white, Asian, African, European, Native - just like in the United States. Mexico is a nation of immigrants, just like the United States and Canada. Just like every other country in the Americas, it's population is a blend of peoples from EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLD. Also, did I mention that Mexicans don't all wear sombreros, any more than all Americans wear cowboy hats. So no, your sombrero doesn't make you look Mexican. It makes you look like a gringa ...

This last weekend I went to see the new Guardians of the Galaxy film with my friend JMc. Before the film, we decided to get dinner, and since he's new to Seattle - recently transplanted from London - and there are a number of places I haven't yet been to, I took the opportunity to suggest DragonFish . It was close to the movie theatre, and I'd always walked past it on my way to someplace else, thinking I'd make a point of going later. Of course, later never really happens unless it's on the calendar. I arrived early, put my name in for a table, and was seated outside on the patio. The weather was nice (I'd just spent the afternoon at the beach), the sun was still up, and it was quite warm for Seattle. When JMc joined me a few minutes later, we commented on the lovely weather, "How often do I get to sit outside in Seattle without a cover?" The waitress came by and took our first orders - we didn't really decide to do a sort of tapas, one plate a...

"It was September and there was a town... there was a circus... there was a railroad... and there was an elephant... Mary." This is the opening line of "Elephant's Graveyard", the current selection on display at the aptly named Balagan Theatre ["balagan" is Hebrew for "problem" "trouble" or even "Chaos"]. This Theatre, while entertaining, strives to make you think about humanity, humanity's place in the universe, and your place in humanity. Sol, Koko, Ruslan and I went to see the show this past Saturday, expecting to be entertained. It was, after all, a show about a town, a railroad, a circus and an elephant, right? Yes. And no. It starts off introducing you to the characters in the show, and they come across as all being very likable. These could be your neighbors, your friends, your family - even yourselves. The show is a solid piece, 75 minutes, no intermission. There is no clear break between the likable characters...