As the first Friday of July falls squarely on July 4 this year, art galleries in Bremerton have focused their exhibits quirkily around the Independence Day theme, and will be debuting with receptions that day.
Galleries on Bainbridge, including Bainbridge Arts and Crafts which recently received a $1 million endowment that made headlines, will be waiting it out, hosting their first Friday parties during the second week July 11 due to the nuttiness of the island’s Grand Ole Fourth celebration.
Free admission for old-time movie.
Ron Sher and Co. plan to host movie nights atop the old J.C. Penney building each weekend this month, starting with ‘Top Gun’ July 11.
The glow of city lights in downtown Bremerton envelope the old J.C. Penney building at night.
But it seems almost a lonely glow.
King Vidor’s 1928 silent film satire “Show People” reminds me of something like those “Scary Movie” flicks of today.
Those features (more like DVDs as they don’t even come out in theaters most of the time anymore) poke fun at the whole scary movie genre with spoofs on all the contemporary blockbusters and incredibly, oft intentionally, bad acting.
Vidor’s piece is much more of a beautiful relic with an all-star cast from the days of the silent film — featuring Marion Davies and William Haines, with cameos from everyone including Douglas Fairbanks, Charlie Chaplin and all the greats.
On the heels of what’s arguably Kingston’s grandest day of the year, comes something new.
Just up the street from the Little City by the Sea’s downtown core and Fourth of July events, the Independence Day celebration will be extended with a Saturday full of skate competition and concerts. From the group that basically brought you the Kingston Skate Park itself comes The Kingston Sk8 Rollick.
The protagonist of Carol Cassella’s debut novel improbably turns anesthesia into poetry.
From the first paragraph of “Oxygen,” Dr. Marie Heaton’s reverence for her work putting people to sleep comes through in a way that’s – oh, let’s just get it over with – breathtaking.
Of course, as with any juicy and well-crafted story, there’s more to Marie than she herself lets on, and her tendency to over-embrace the rigors of her job hint at conflict and denial that any reader who loves her work, perhaps too much, will identify with.
Perusing the storefront gallery at Bainbridge Arts and Crafts reveals an eclectic, accessible collection of painting, textile, jewelry and glasswork. There’s usually a fun find, and with any purchase comes the warm, fuzzy feeling of knowing you’ve supported an area artist and a long-standing non-profit gallery.
It almost doesn’t seem like they’d ever broken up.
Ruxton Towers, back on stage together at Winterland last Friday night after months-long hiatus, cranking out the old, spacey, uncomfortably indie rock with a newfound higher octane energy and attitude. More riffs, more chops, more determined vocals, same old Ruxton Towers.
It all sounded a bit stubborn. But it seems that’s somewhat characteristic of the Towers themselves.
Imagine living life like a game show contestant who’s been put inside one of those soundproof isolation boxes.
You can see and hear most everything that’s going on around you, but the game show host won’t turn on your microphone. So you live out your life, day by day, watching and even involved in the game but never getting the chance to fully engage. That’s how Enzo feels.
The book is called “The Art of Racing in the Rain.” It’s a metaphor for life, narrated by this old philosophical dog, Enzo, who’s figured out the meaning of life through the rules of the race track.
Bremerton’s Skateland is about to host an elbow-throwin’, fast-speed rollin’, rollickin’ roller derby event.
Hell’s Belles are back in town, this time with Zero Down, while the Bean gets Celtic and Bainbridge raises the ghosts of Hank and Patsy.
Inside the operating room, inside humanity
The patient is prepped for surgery, laying horizontal on the operating table, staring up into a pinpointed vastness of bright light.
The anesthesiologist readies the syringe and flushes the drug into the IV. She watches the patient’s face and posture slacken as they drift out of consciousness, and everything fades to black … .
It’s an intimate moment, says Dr. Marie Heaton, a moment of transferred power.
But what if the patient doesn’t wake up?
Heaton’s an anesthesiologist in Bainbridge authoress Carol Cassella’s debut novel, “Oxygen,” in bookstores July 1.
“Mother of God,” said the assertive bystander. “What kind of terrorists are these?”
