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Okay, he didn’t actually break my leg, just messed up my left knee pretty badly.
Okay, he didn’t personally mess up my knee.
But it is an absolute fact that I didn’t limp before the Amon Amarth concert last week, and I could barely hobble after it. Read More
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I spend Labor Day weekend at Bumbershoot every year, and I recommend that you do too. It’s not too late – check out my guide for bringing the family here if you haven’t already. Since I’ve been at Bumbershoot all weekend, I haven’t written anything to post here today. I’m sure I’ll have something to say about it here (and if you look over at ParentMap and Nada Mucho, you might find something up already). But in the meantime, here is a picture I took last year at Bumbershoot. It’s Ryan Granger from the Grizzled Mighty.
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Giselle is right up there with Swan Lake when it comes to ballet fame. But I was still surprised when my oldest daughter gasped, “I have to see Giselle; you can take my sister to all the rest of them but I have to see Giselle,” and then proceeded to tell me the entire story. She practically levitated through both acts of the Saturday matinee. So it’s a little bit ironic Giselle was the most challenging piece for me this season.
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On a recent Wednesday night, while the rest of the family was upstairs reading bedtime stories, I snuck out of the house and met my friend parked car on the corner. We drove to Ballard, where a meet-up of over a hundred motorcycle riders restored some of the neighborhood’s old, salty character. Drifting uncertainly through a sea of leather-clad riders and parked bikes, we found the warehouse with the letter H painted on the side.
“I think that’s it. Doesn’t the name of the bar start with H?”
“Yes, this is it. See, there’s a sign.”
Next to the door of the warehouse was a white homemade sandwich board. Stenciled in black block letters was the word, “Opera.”
We were in the right place.
