Roslyn, Washington was the quasi-inspiration for Twin Peaks, and I would move there in a heartbeat. If I didn’t have to, you know, work for a living.

When you’re coming back from wine country, it’s a most excellent pit stop. It’s a queer pocket of low pressure, rural Washington combining equal parts hippie, weirdo, redneck, po-dunk, and surreal. If someone told me James Blaylock was the mayor and Stephen King was the sheriff, I’d believe them.

More on that later.

This week I have a food lead in the Seattle Weekly about one of my favorite taverns, Hattie’s Hat. Read it here. After years of nothing but green lights from brain to keyboard, I’m enjoying being edited, really. This article is the first time I’ve really felt the E-ffects and A-ffects of having an editor. Sometimes an article starts out as one thing, then needs to morph into another. You have to cut your favorite pithy saying or turn of phrase. Or, you’re a nerd like me, and you do too much research or interviewing and can’t possibly fit it into 800 words. Such is life.

The Daily Show had the funniest, borderline inappropriate mini skit the other night that you simply must check out. If you are a member of the Stephen Hawking fan club. I’d like to think that most of you reading this are….such. (no ending sentences in bastard predicates!) (See the clip HERE, under “Hawking’s pick-up lines.” I tihnk I have my new ringtone.)