Turns out the recession might be more widespread than we thought. It may have even reached a certain new-age leader in Yelm.
JZ Knight, who channels 35,000-year-old warrior Ramtha, is going to auction off a bunch of expensive antiques come September.
“I have enjoyed a passion for collecting the works of geniuses,” Knight explained in a news release from Bonhams & Butterfield auction house. “Each piece has its own story and exquisite history – I cherish them all. After years of requests to part with my collection, I have agreed to share it with those who have a keen insight into the beauty and genius of each piece.”
By “share” she means sell it off to the highest bidder. And if the auction estimates are right, she could be coming into some serious coin.
Among the items:
• A set of five 18th-century Louis XV carved walnut armchairs, valued at $18,000 to $25,000.
• A painted canvas eight-panel floor screen, valued at $8,000 to $12,000.
• An 18th-century George III brass inlaid mahogany secretary going for $6,000 to $8,000.
We’re not sure, but given her channeling ability, the furniture may have been personal gifts from Louis XV and George III.
Neighbors are complaining again about the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. This time it’s not the traffic backups, tolls or noisy expansion joints. It’s the foghorn.
Apparently, since replacing the old bellows-and-reed model with a newfangled digital speaker, the sound is driving people nuts. One neighbor described it as sounding like a “burp.” Hey we can think of worse bodily functions to sound like.
Suggestion: Since it’s digital, couldn’t they just download a new sound from the ringtone site? One foggy morning of the Star Trek phaser, Crazy Frog or “Don’t Cha Wish Your Girlfriend was Hot Like Me” and they’ll be begging for the burp sound again.
Maybe it’s just us, but was anyone else struck by the resemblance between Wednesday’s SoundLife cover photo of Twede’s Cafe in North Bend and a certain iconic Supertramp album cover?
For the record, photographer Drew Perine denies being a closet fan of 1970s progressive rock and claims any similarity is purely coincidental.
Last week, the newspaper profiled Federal Way resident Dave McKenzie, a serial winner of bad prose contests. He’s won honors for purposely bad fiction, Western and children’s writing.
His formula starts with the basics: “the run-on sentence, the tired cliches, the inappropriate metaphor …”
No offense, Mr. McKenzie, but if those are the criteria, the writers of The Nose could win every week. And we’re not even trying.
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