July 2009
"Green" Journey: From Apathy to Fundamentalism to Middle Ground, Sheldon Rosevear Has Been There. Finally, He Has It Right
Contributed by Sheldon Rosevear; Photography by Breonie Baylov
I cannot tell you when it was, exactly, that I became “green.” I think that it has always been in my bearing, existing as a kind of sensibility. Somewhere along the way this sensibility grew into an ethic that took on an almost zealous imperative and I witnessed myself becoming more and more extreme in both my behaviors and the expectations of others. With time, I have relaxed on this a bit and have found a healthier, more balanced perspective that has worked well but lands me in an interesting place. I’m beginning to believe that it may not matter.
Wine Rising Over The Moon
Contributed by Ryan Winfield Thompson; Photo by Gabriel Thompson
I recall being perched up like a hopeful dream at that rocky restaurant in Monterey. What was it called? Cliffside maybe, or is that just how I remember it? She sat across from me, smiling, nervous, devious, and all at once the loveliest thing I had ever seen.
Subterfuge Launch Party at the Sorrento Hotel
Contributed by Molly Bennett; Photography by Sarah Takako Skinner
If you felt a little different on Thursday and you live in the Seattle Metropolitan area, don’t worry- you were just experiencing a contact high from the anticipatory energy exuding the party people as they eagerly awaited the Subterfuge Launch Party at the exclusive Sorrento Hotel on Madiso
One Brush Stroke at a Time: The Story of Dick & Jane
Contributed by John Bennett
It's hard to talk about Dick Elliott without talking about Jane Orleman. Their lives and their art are inextricably interwoven. And it's hard to talk about their art without talking about their life together, because as much as any artist or poet or writer I know, their art is their life. What they've accomplished is rich and bountiful and has gained them, incidental as it may be, national reputations.
If Bears Were Bees
Contributed by Molly Bennett
I’m guilty of contributing to the biggest roadblock impeding the success of up-and-coming band, If Bears Were Bees; I made the tragic mistake of using the dreaded “emo” word to describe them. To be clear, and to ensure that this article gets read to the end, they are not.
Miguel Alvarado
Contributed by Breonie Baylov, Editorial Photography by Thor Radford, additional photos by Sarah T. Skinner
It is the dawn of an 18-hour day for Miguel Alvarado, who awoke this morning to his i-phone exploding with urgent emails. He needs coffee.
At Uptown Espresso, a barista talks to herself while sketching carbon and hydrogen molecules for her chemistry class. She’s doesn’t notice Miguel is waiting to order. But Miguel isn’t annoyed; in fact, he asks the barista about her project when she finally makes his double tall Americano-no sugar. Somehow, Miguel is easy-going despite a schedule that would stress a yoga acharya.