A few weeks ago, we told you about the ScotteVest or SeV in a new section of the paper we call Find. In the excitement to discuss all the cool gadget-holding pockets the clothing line is known for, we neglected to inform you of a couple of other cool things about the company: SeV HQ and its CEO and founder Scott Jordan make their home here in Idaho. And Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak is on SeV's board of directors
GeekBrief.tv's Cali Lewis (she's a goddess to the geek set) caught up with Jordan in Ketchum, Ohio ... oops ... Idaho.
Just watch the video.
Today’s burning question of the day comes from BW publisher Sally Freeman. Though the question is innocent enough:
“Where do you take an injured bird for care?”
The New York Post has all the details, including the specs on the new Ken—which the toy giant swears is designed for adults. Hey, at least Ken comes with his own lap dog.
What's next? Gold Digger Barbie? Emo Skipper?
The New York Times published a piece today in its Green Inc. blog about the green revolution Bittercreek Ale House/Red Feather Lounge owner Dave Krick is leading from his Eighth Street restaurants.
We all know about Krick's hyper commitment to locally sourced food and some of us knew about the worm castings operation in the basement, but I'll be honest, I was totally in the dark about the low-power happy hours, when just about everything gets unplugged and candles light the way.
The deadline is fast approaching for you to win your fame and (some) fortune.
Two of BW's most popular contests—Bad Cartoon and Fiction 101—are coming up real quick like. So quick like, the deadline is Wednesday, Nov. 18.
The winners and almost-winners of the annual Bad Cartoon Contest will be published in Boise Weekly on Wednesday, Dec. 2. The winner not only gets lots of attention in that issue, but will also be Boise Weekly's featured Bad Cartoonist in every issue of Boise Weekly for a full year. And it's a paying gig to boot (it's not much, but it's better than a kick in the ass).
Think you're the baddest cartoonist around? Here's the fine print: The contest is open to absolutely everyone. Except Dick Cheney, who we're excluding just because we want to. Entry is free.
Those who do not draw, but write, can take a stab at the top prize for Fiction 101. Winners, runners-up and judges' picks will be published in the Jan. 6 edition of Boise Weekly. Unlike the Bad Cartoonist, the top wordslinger in Fiction 101 will not be beholden to BW for an entire year's worth of assignments. Rather, we'll just pay you a straight-up winner's purse—the amount of which depends entirely on the number of entries, but usually it's enough clams to buy you and a few friends a nice dinner and a pair of shoes.
The fine print: Each entry must contain exactly 101 words according to Microsoft Word. The story title does NOT apply to the overall word count. No poetry. No handwritten entries. Put your name, address and phone on the BACK of each entry. Enter as many times as you like, but you have to pay $10 per entry.
The deadline for both contests is Wednesday, Nov. 18. Mail entries (and checks, not cash) to Boise Weekly 523 Broad St., Boise, ID 83702. Or stop by BWHQ at the corner of Sixth and Broad streets.
Look closely. See that pink-colored ring floating in this shot glass? It's a slice of habanero. No kidding.
This little liquid gem is called the Montserrat Endorphin Rush. Champagne, sugar, habanero. Boise Weekly wandered in to Sweetwater's Tropic Zone a few days ago specifically for this shooter and as it turned out, one wasn't enough to do proper research. So we had another round. The longer you let it sit, the more habanero flavor leeches into the champagne. The real kicker, though, is the body high that sets in after shooting a few. (Hence the name.)
At only $2 a pop, it's not a bad way to get your recommended daily allowance of champagne and peppers. They're both food groups, right?
According to EZTV, a new steam-punk, sci-fi/fantasy, live-action Web series called Riese starts on Monday, Nov. 2
The empress and emperor are overthrown, a "power-hungry tyrant" takes over, everything is going to hell and then the title character and her wolf Fenrir show up to try and save the day. Intrigue, battles, persecution ... it's all there.
Maybe it's not so much sci, but seems firmly rooted in fi and fantasy for sure. Check out the trailer below.
Looks like the episodes will air at Riesetheseries.com.
Fall harvest always brings a cornucopia of new foods into my diet. Combined with the fall road trips, hunting trips, fishing trips and upcoming holiday excursions to see family and friends the variety of foods I tend to ingest over the next few months is enormous. While I have always loved traveling and eating foods, my gastronomical tract has not. I tend to get all stopped up. The exact cause is unknown as to whether it is stress, too much lactose, being in a sitting position for too long, or traveling across the magnetic lines of the earth too quickly.
I have always had this issue, even as a young boy. Whenever we went to grandma's house, somebody on day three or four would clog the toilet. I'm not saying who, but after an hour or two of working out a complex mathematical problem on the throne, the plumbing gods would decide to punish me.
I recall one traumatic incident as a young lad, after not having a BM for the better part of a week, my grandmother introduced me to the joys of the enema, a thrill not shared into my adult life.
When she first mentioned it I thought at first an enema was a new type of pastry she was making especially for the holidays. Her biscuits and dinner rolls were always to die for, especially when grandpa made the butter and molasses mixture to spread on them. I was eager to try her new pastry, the "enema."
In hindsight (no pun intended), it could have been her biscuits that bunched me up.
My first inkling that something was amiss came when she said it was in the bathroom.
"Why would you bake an enema in the bathroom grandma?"
She thought that was cute and grabbed me by the ear to drag me into the bathroom. Down on the ranch they had well water, and in certain parts of South Texas the water tends to come up with a powerful sulphur smell. To this day I imagine that water coming up from the depths of hell itself, full of fire and brimstone.
"You're going to stick what where?" I screamed.
There was no escape. She was between the door and me holding a red bag with a tube. She was a large woman and I was just a wee tot at the time. Yep, it was all fire and brimstone and a half gallon of water shooting out of my ass after her part was done. I can't remember if it fixed my problem at the time but it fixed a memory in my head for life. I still get all bunched up thinking about it.
"Mickey Avalon is postponing his scheduled November 1st performance in Boise until his new record is released in the 1st quarter of 2010."
Though they don't mention anything about refunds, KFCH notes that "previously purchased tickets will be honored at the door of the rescheduled date."
Don't know who Mickey Avalon is? Or just wanna bide some time until that vague, four-month window when he might be swinging back through town? Check out this profile on Avalon published in 2006 in the LA Weekly. It's one of the grittiest, soul-baringist pieces of rock 'n' roll journalism I've read in a while.
"Backstage after the show, Mickey Avalon strolls into the crowded dressing room like a middleweight champ in mascara and eyeliner. He pours a bucket of ice water over his head and lets out a joyful scream, then pulls two very young-looking groupies close, and the three of them start to kiss and grope one another. A nearby photographer grins and begins to circle around, shooting pictures, while a few feet away, a beautiful girl in a black designer dress kneels down onto the soiled carpet and vomits into a trash can, tears rolling down her cheeks."
Two paragraphs later and we're sitting at the kitchen table with Avalon and his Holocaust-survivor grandma. Yeah, heaaaaavy.
SuckUK is a Web site that may help take some of the sting out of having to buy gifts this holiday season for those of you, who like me, don't like the holiday season. We may not save a fortune, but at least anything we buy from there will put a smile—or a really puzzled look—on the face of those receiving a SuckUK gift.
They'd make great gifts, but I may buy a set for myself as well. A portion of each package price goes to the British organization Ctrl.Alt.Shift, a group "striving for social justice and global change. Using creative media such as photography, film, stories, illustrations and music, it aims to give a voice to the silent majority."
So I'm helping a good cause and I can just imagine the looks on the faces of my family when they stop by for Christmas and see my tree covered in golden grenades. I might just look forward to the holidays this year.