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“The Importance of Being Earnest” - Village Theatre A review.
The Importance of Being Earnest opened Jan. 22 at the Francis J. Gaudette Theatre.
If music had a color, at Fleming School of Music, that color might be green.
One morning on my way — yet again — to the grocery store, I saw Amazon Fresh in my Sammamish neighborhood. It reminded me of an e-mail I received a few days earlier announcing their online grocery order and delivery service. An hour later, after pushing my shopping cart up and down the aisles, filling it with the things my family needed for the week, and a few too many things we didn’t, and then standing in a seemingly endless checkout line, I decided to take a closer look at that e-mail.
As the first strains of music filtered into the theater, I felt a “tap, tap” on my leg.
There was almost a very ugly confrontation at a Fred Meyer store the other day — I’m just glad Fred wasn’t there to see it. Two guys who apparently had never met before came face-to-face in the frozen food aisle. The men stood staring at each other — thunderstruck — because they were wearing identical T-shirts, with the same wording emblazoned across the front: "World’s Greatest Dad!"
The iPod is a most beloved device. Owners of iPods are able to store a large portion of their music and, in newer models, video and photo collections on them and within reach, at all times.
Corey Colwell-Lipson knew Halloween would turn green. She just didn’t expect the holiday to change colors so quickly.
The chill quiet on Cougar Mountain was broken last week by the warmth and noise of a group of high school students, hard at work and chattering every so often.
When you’re in a state of panic, you can do things really well, such as run after a bus, think up an excuse or find a last- minute gift. Other tasks require a calmer approach. You don’t want to be panicky when you’re slicing a tomato, pouring hot coffee or preparing your taxes — and certainly not when you’re investing for the long term.
Election Day is fast approaching and we’ve all been implored to cast our votes on Nov. 4 ‚ “because it is our right and our responsibility to do so.” Additionally, we’re told our future depends on it! To be sure, this is important business and, as such, requires attention to detail in order to make the important choices. I would submit, the best way to make these choices is to do so from an informed position.
When I was a teenager, I remember watching TV at Dean Cartmill’s house. Dean was my best friend and one of the most even-tempered people around. Nothing seemed to make him angry. But on that particular occasion, Dean’s dad sauntered into the TV room and greeted us with “Hi, girls.” I didn’t think much of it. I figured he was just being funny.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
The idea for Village Theatre’s new musical “Saint Heaven” was born when Composer Keith Gordon met novelist Steve Lyons about five years ago at a cocktail party in New York. Lyons described the plot of a novel he was working on, and Gordon was immediately hooked.
In all its glory, fanfare and controversy, the 2008 Summer Olympics have finally arrived — and they’re online! NBC is broadcasting more than 2,000 hours of live events and 3,000 hours of On-Demand recorded video over the next 17 days, and you can watch it all on your computer! Suffice it to say, the digital smorgasbord of viewable events is a techie’s dream-come-true!
Autobahn. Lederhosen. Oktoberfest. Say “Germany” and that’s a bit of what comes to mind. Famous for speedy cars, stylin’ leather shorts and oompah music, Deutschland now leads the world in something surprising: solar energy.
“I’m tired of people complaining about Skyline. Shut the (expletive removed) up! It’s four years of your life! Deal with it!”
While recorded history stretches pretty far back, it doesn’t go back far enough to tell us the name of the person who invented the yard sale. Perhaps it was an early caveman named Og Yard. Maybe Og had decided to unload a bunch of spears and clubs he didn’t need any more by staging a cave sale — or maybe he called it a “spring cave-cleaning sale.” No, wait a minute! That’s preposterous. That had to be Og’s wife. No man would ever get rid of perfectly good spears and clubs.