Your Arts & Goats Weekend Planner

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    It's a gorgeous weekend, and that can mean only one thing: Drive to Puyallup and see the goats! We're talking about the Puyallup Fair, and Lauren Lynch supplies a preview:

    This year's Puyallup Fair begins Western style with a cattle drive through downtown. (No, there aren't ordinarily cows in the streets of downtown Puyallup.) Tonight's parade also features draft horses and equestrian drill teams; and the whole precession launches 17 days of rodeo events, amusement rides, clowns, music, celebrities (well, those guys from Deadliest Catch), and food. (My favorite, though I don't know what they are: Krusty Pups.) 1980s survivor "Weird Al" Yankovic will be presenting the exhibit Al's Brain: A 3-D Journey Through the Human Brain, which may or may not be like a carnival freak show. The family friendly fair also offers activities like petting zoos; Dora the Explorer and SpongeBob SquarePants will also be looking for hugs. For grown-ups, the biggest name in the evening concert series is likely James Taylor (Sat., Sept. 19). Other acts include Crosby, Stills and Nash, LeAnn Rimes, Wynonna (with the Tacoma Symphony!), and hometown girls Heart. (Through September 27). Puyallup Fair & Events Center, 110 Ninth Ave. S.W., 253-841-5045, thefair.com. $8-$11. 10 a.m.-11 p.m. LAUREN LYNCH

    Make the jump for Hawks books, calls from the grave, rock star portraits, and the Zen teachings of Patrick Swayze...

    FRIDAY (cont.)

    Mark Tye Turner

    If you've been searching for a comprehensive, conversationally-toned, boosterish history of the Seattle Seahawks, composed entirely of short, bathroom-length entries, search no longer. And, yes, that may sound like an absurd "if," but the Hawks are sports lifeblood in these parts, and every fan has memories he or she would like to relive, or even just confirm. Enter television writer Mark Tye Turner and his Notes From a 12 Man: A Truly Biased History of the Seattle Seahawks (Sasquatch, $24.95). Recalling everything from the team's trade of Ahmad Rashad to Steve Largent's epic revenge hit on Denver safety Mike Harden, it's enough to put even the most Cliff Claven of us to shame. Elliott Bay Book Co., 101 S. Main St., 624-6600, elliottbaybook.com. Free. 7:30 p.m. DAMON AGNOS

    If...

    The ongoing "1969" repertory series continues with Malcolm McDowell starring as a public school anarchist in Lindsay Anderson's If..., a landmark of '60s cinema and counterculture. Long before Columbine, McDowell leads a full-scale revolt against everything the hateful school stands for. A film of tremendous resonance, coming when it did with the force of a grenade, If... was the first part of Anderson's Mick Travis trilogy. The film spoke the language of the barricades in a year of revolution, using the school as a microcosm of a repressive British society. Preceded at 7 p.m. by The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, with the Oscar-winning Maggie Smith as a teacher who learns a thing or two from her pupils. (NR) Northwest Film Forum, 1515 12th Ave., 267-5380, www.nwfilmforum.org, $6. (Through Thurs, Sept. 17). 7 & 9:30 p.m. ELLIOTT STEIN

    SATURDAY

    Dead Man's Cell Phone

    A brilliant play with a horribly uncreative title, Dead Man's Cell Phone debuted last year in New York City with Mary Louise Parker (Weeds) as the lead, Jean--a woman who witnesses the abrupt death in a cafe of a 30-something man named Gordon, starts answering his cell phone, puts it in her purse, then proceeds to learn about his life through the family and acquaintances who make post-mortem attempts to reach him. ArtsWest's snappy production of this black-as-coal comedy stars Emily Grogan as Jean, the sober center around which a dazzling array of comic talents flit and flourish. Grogan, while solid, could stand to sharpen her delivery to catch up to the likes of Julie Jamieson, who steals every scene she's in as Gordon's hilariously loopy mother. And Mike Dooly, still and silent for the entire first half of the two-hour play (he's dead, after all), kicks off the second half with a powerhouse 10-minute monologue that reveals a slimy--albeit plenty entertaining--side which Jean is as yet unaware of. But at the core of Sarah Ruhl's exceptionally clever script is a disdain for the go-go age of technology of which the cellphone is an emblem, a luddite's manifesto of sorts that most vividly reveals itself in a scene about Jean and Gordon's brother Dwight's love of embossed stationery--and, in turn, one another. ArtsWest, 4711 California Ave. S.W., 938-0339, www.artswest.org, $10-$32. (Runs Wed.-Sun. through Sept. 27.) 7:30 p.m. MIKE SEELY

    PJ Sykes

    Six years ago, avid Virginia concertgoer PJ Sykes decided he was sick of snapping shots of his favorite acts using disposable cameras from Walgreens. So he got himself a real camera and, as luck would have it, discovered he had a knack for live event photography. Sykes, whose work has appeared in Spin and Paste, has shot bands including the Beastie Boys, And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead, and Monotonix. His black-and-white images are intimate and sweaty, often motion-blurred or punctuated with flares of light shining from offstage. Photos like these usually make you wish you'd been at the concert, but Sykes' shots make you feel like you actually were--and just drank too many beers to remember. (Through September 26.) Solo Bar, 200 Roy St., 213-0080, solo-bar.com. Free (21 and over). 5:30 p.m-1 a.m. ERIKA HOBART

    Animal House

    John Belushi stars in the 1978 raunch-out comedy Animal House (screened outdoors). It's wildly uneven, a period film that no one thinks of as a period film (looking back to the pre-Vietnam heyday of the Greek system), but some people will defend it to the death. Tim Matheson, Peter Riegert, and Tom Hulce, join Belushi at the Delta house; Donald Sutherland and Karen Allen barely preserve their dignity as errant faculty; Kevin Bacon begins the "Six Degrees of Bacon" game in his small role as a WASPy ROTC pledge at the evil rivals' fraternity. Yes, you may wear a toga to the screening. (R) Fremont Outdoor Cinema, N. 35th St. & Phinney Ave. N., 781-4230, www.fremontoutdoormovies.com, $5, Sat., Sept. 12, 7 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

    SUNDAY

    A Taste of Iceland

    Just when you get jaded by the endless summer parade of obscure ethnic and national festivals, along comes a celebration of a land so isolated, so marginal, so small and obscure that it restores your faith in festivaldom. Thus, A Taste of Iceland! Yes, Iceland, the land of Björk, volcanoes, genome decoding, catastrophic financial meltdowns, and seemingly random diacritical marks. And it is a land worth celebrating with a weekend menu at Ray's designed by chef Thorarinn Eggertsson--of Reykjavík's trendy bistro Orange; yes, we said trendy--that features gray duck, reindeer, and salted cod. Remember: Iceland is like Ibiza, only with snow. And it's only seven and one-half hours from SeaTac to Reykjavík, now that Icelandair has established non-stop service. Ray's Boathouse, 6049 Seaview Ave. N.W., 789-3770, icelandnaturally.com. Prices vary. Event runs Friday through today. Call for reservations. BRIAN MILLER

    Road House

    "You've got a degree from NYU. What in?" "Philosophy." "Any particular discipline?" "No, not really. Man's search for faith. That sort of shit." Care to guess who that philosopher is, and in what 1989 movie he kicks ass, trades quips with Sam Elliott (long before the Coen brothers got the idea), defeats Ben Gazzara, and wins Kelly Lynch? There can be only one man, one answer, one made poignant by his ongoing struggle with cancer: Patrick Swayze in Road House. Preceded by Dirty Dancing, which you all know by heart, the 1989 Road House finds Swayze in a contemplative mood. He's a man of peace, yet not one afraid to fight. But the true fight, my friend, lies within one's own mind. And the calm Swayze seeks through his mastery of martial arts is a deeply spiritual quest. But men--bad men, ruffians and rednecks--are drawn to his calm. They're unbalanced and volatile; they flow like water to the serene Zen center that is Swayze, so that he, the sensei, can instruct them. Because he has a Ph.D in ass-whooping. And each beating is a lesson. (Through Wednesday, rated R, 114 minutes.) Central Cinema, 1411 21st Ave., 686-6684, central-cinema.com. $6. 7 and 9:30 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

     
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