A few of you might have noticed that the Obama campaign’s got a a really slick graphic-design department.

One of this design team’s major motifs is a solitary, serif capital “O.”

To many, that letter, presented in that context, is reminiscent of a magazine whose figurehead and co-owner is a big Obama supporter.

To others of us, it reminds of The Story of O, the classic novel and movie about bondage, discipline, submission, pain-as-pleasure, and the total surrender of one’s being to a figure of strong authority.

Damn, doesn’t that sound exactly like the ol’ Republican seduce-n’-swindle syndrome, from which Obama promises to deliver us.

Oh, and the time remaining until Election Day? Nine and a half weeks.

You may have heard of “Garfield Minus Garfield.”

That’s the Web site that takes Jim Davis’s iconic comic strip, removes the titular cat from all frames, and leaves behind “Jon Arbuckle… an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness.”

Well, now there’s going to be an official Garfield Minus Garfield book. It’s authorized by Davis and published by Garfield‘s regular paperback licensee.

Utne Reader has discovered Seattle Sound’s item about an online sub-sub-genre of “slash fiction,” this version involving the likes of Kurt Cobain and Dave Grohl, among other bad-boy duos of rock.

“Slash” fiction, for the uninitiated, is a four-decades-old shtick in which mostly female writers imagine guy-pals of celebrity or fiction as if they were hot n’ heavy gay lovers. Most observers believe it started with Star Trek fan fiction.

I’d go back earlier, to the college English profs who’d give an easy A to any student essay that “proved” the major characters of any major literary work were really gay.

Cobain, as many of you know, sometimes claimed to be bi; though there’s no knowledge of his ever having had a homosexual experience. I used to figure he’d just said that because, in Aberdeen, to be a “fag” was the worst insult you could give a boy, while in Olympia and Seattle, upscale white gay men were the most respected “minority group” around.

Fiction based on real-life celebrity caricatures is also nothing new. The New Yorker did it in the 1930s. South Park has been doing it for a decade.

Anyhow, there are further slash frontiers out there than Seattle Sound or Utne have bothered to explore. They include “femslash,” women writing about female fictional icons as if they were really lesbians. It might have started with fan-written stories about Xena and Gabrielle. It’s spread to include other SF/fantasy shows with at least two female cast members, and from there to other fictional universes. The grossest/most intriguing, depending on your tastes, might be the stories imagining half-sisterly cravings between Erica Kane’s daughters.

One of Frank Zappa’s kids will edit Disney comics.

A kind reader recently gave me a 1927 hardcover book, Who’s Who in Washington State. (I’ll show a scan of the handsome cover as soon as Blogger lets me.)

It was published in Seattle by one Arthur H. Allen. His preface calls the book “the story of human activity, the successes and failures of forward-looking individuals who have not only conceived projects but have had the courage either to successfully carry them through, or to lay a ground work which resulted in final completion.”

He also promises, “An effort will be made in the next edition of Who’s Who in Washington State to list the names of more women.” As far as I’ve been able to tell, there wasn’t another edition, at least not by Allen; later books by the same name were apparently published in 1949 and 1963 by others.

The tome’s 240 pages are crammed with tiny-type, one-paragraph bios. Most of the subjects are businessmen and lawyers, with a few doctors, government officials, and educators added into the mix.

The Fisher family (then of Fisher Flouring Mills, now of KOMO and related properties) is handily represented. William Boeing, however, is listed alone, with no relatives. Such pioneer family names as Yesler, Boren, and Denny are missing altogether. So are druggist George Bartell, banker Joshua Green, and the shoe-selling Nordstroms (though the families behind Frederick & Nelson and The Bon Marche are duly included).

Those who are in the book, and whom I’d heard of, include real-estate titan Henry Broderick, longtime P-I sportswriter Royal Brougham, nursery owner Charles Malmo, UW prof Edmond Meany, naturalist/writer Floyd Schmoe (whom I’d met in his old age), lumbermen Charles Stimson and John Weyerhaeuser, Seattle Times publisher Clarence Blethen, PACCAR cofounder William Pigott, and seed packager Charles Lilly (his firm later became Lilly-Miller).

But it’s the names I’d never heard of that particularly fascinate me.

Names like Alice Rollit Cole (“teacher of expression and dramatic reader”), Walton Lindsay Fulp (“supt. Carnation Milk Products Co., Kent”), O.H. Woody (“Mgr. and publisher, the Okanogan Independent”), and Anna Elisibit Green Grant (“owner S.O.S. Placement Bureau”).

These are some of the people who helped made this state great. They, and a few million others even more obscure. It’s fun to open the book to any random name (say, “Fleming, Howard Glenn, v-p. Snoboy Fruit Distributors”), and make up an imagined full life story for the person, complete with parents, spouse(s), children, likes/dislikes, triumphs/frustrations, hopes/fears, and ultimate life’s regret, if any.

Saturday just happened to be the first warm day of the year; a perfect setting for the already much-documented Dalai Lama show in the pro football stadium, where he talked about compassion and coexistence for all people.

(No, I see absolutely no cynical irony in that. American football is a game of confrontation, but it’s also a game of cooperation.)

His message, and the other messages at the Seeds of Compassion confab, have been both simple and deep. I’ll probably have more to say about them later this week.

Later that evening, I found myself at the Georgetown Art Attack gallery crawl. Saw some lovely informal paintings at Georgetown Tile curated by my ol’ pal Anne Grgich; then caught some great buys at the Fantagraphics bookstore’s scratch-and-dent sale.

Sunday brought us the last day of the last bowling alley north of the Ship Canal, Ballard’s totally beloved Sunset Lanes.

It was also the day of what just might have been the last pro basketball game in Seattle. Maybe. If we don’t do something about it.

Even after a deliberately thrown season, the finale was sold out. Fans booed the home team’s owner Clay Bennett, and cheered the opposing team’s owner (Mark Cuban of the Dallas Mavericks, who opposes Bennett’s desired team move to Oklahoma City). You saw little to none of this on Fox Sports Net; under terms of its contract with the team, FSN’s announcers said almost nothing about Bennett’s threats or the real importance of Sunday’s game.

Also Sunday evening, and this takes the whole entry full circle, CNN held what it called a “Compassion Forum,” in which Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton (appearing separately) discussed their religious and/or spiritual foundations. Of course, because they are rival applicants for a really big job, some pundits just had to compare and contrast who’s really the most faith-based.

…is peripherally involved in the latest fabricated memoir scandal.

That’s Marie Phillips, author of the novel Gods Behaving Badly, when she writes about wanting to be “a pop novelist”: “Maybe I can be like Ray Davies or Peter Blake. They’re no lesser because they aren’t Mozart or Michelangelo. They are doing something else.”

Jim Demetre has a response to Charles Mudede’s review of Seattle’s Belltown.

M. Coy Books is indeed shuttering, after 18 years on Pine Street. The last non-chain, general-topics bookstore in the downtown retail district has indeed lost its lease, and the two Michaels who run it have decided the business is too marginal to relocate. The Michaels have always supported my work, even when I was reduced to self-publishing.

THE VIRGINIA INN’S current incarnation closes Jan. 13. It will reopen in an expanded “double wide” format, including a full kitchen, in March.

AND CRANIUM, the local board-game enterprise that got big with a deal to sell games at Starbucks, is selling out to toy mega-monster Hasbro. The latter’s brands include Monopoly, Scrabble, Candy Land, and the locally-invented Magic: The Gathering.

…disappearing city-wise: Ballard’s Sunset Bowl, the last remaining bowling center north of the Ship Canal and one of Seattle’s last 24-hour eateries, has lost its real estate and is closing, probably by April.

And things aren’t looking that rosy for the lease of my fave new-book store, M Coy (the last non-chain general-book outlet in the downtown retail core). Details to follow.

…in I don’t know how long, my work is the subject of serious criticism. My erstwhile Stranger colleague Charles Mudede has written a nuanced, lucid review of Seattle’s Belltown.

Essentially, Mudede seems to like the book for what it is, but wishes it had more. That, I’ve learned, is a common response to Arcadia Publishing’s slim photo-history tomes. Arcadia’s formula of many pictures and few words has proven very commercially successful, here and around the country. But many aspects of any place’s story will necessarily get left out by this broad-strokes approach. Some readers would like more oral-history material. Some would like more human-interest anecdotes. Some would like longer passages about specific people and places of interest to them.

Mudede specifically wishes Seattle’s Belltown included more emotional, human history. He’d have liked more of “a sense of horror or sadness or wonder at the great and rapid sequence of events that shaped Belltown.”

And he’d like the book to have a stronger sense of advocacy. After all, he notes, the neighborhood’s an “explosive battleground of competing land use and architectural ideas, of private and cultural capital, and a variety of class issues. Even in a book as small as this, one wants the writer to take a stronger position on these pressing matters, presenting not only conclusions but also solutions.”

These are all good things to yearn for, and not just in books.

It’s a level of discourse beyond Arcadia’s format. (They are trying to move units through Costco and Walgreen’s.)

But it’s certainly something I can work harder at in my other forums, including the Belltown Messenger and this site.

Have I got answers to the ongoing disappearance of living-wage jobs, affordable housing, artist spaces, and the Crocodile? No, at least not any good ones, at least not tonight.

But let’s keep talking about it.

Seattle’s no longer America’s “most literate city”— Minneapolis is, with St. Paul third and threatening. And you thought the only thing separating Mpls. and St. P was the Mississippi River. (No jokes about “it’s damp enough here today it feels like the Mississippi River,” please.)

…to purchase a freshly autographed copy of Seattle’s Belltown or Vanishing Seattle will occur this Friday solstice evening, 6:30-8:30 p.m., in the exotic Wallingford district at Not A Number Cards and Gifts. Can you say “last minute gift ideas for the impossible-to-please”? I knew you could.

…who attended our intimate soiree and book signing Thursday evening at M. Coy Books, celebrating the release of Seattle’s Belltown. I even got to meet longtime local arts patron Polly Friedlander.