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Seattlest has a talk with the photographer from last week's "Segway Mom" and then experiences some dissension in the ranks over the question of wine vs. beer. It's not West Side Story, but about as close as they'll get. They're also still waiting on some inbox relief after a spammer is arrested.

If people ask me, I definitely self-identify as Jewish. But if you know me, you know that I'm not terribly observant. I remember the Sabbath, but certainly don't keep it holy. I light candles on Chanukah. I even go so far as fasting on Yom Kippur and pretty much cutting carbs out of my diet for a week every spring. But that's the extent to which I keep kosher. I don't hesitate to combine meat and dairy on my matzoh sandwich. I shellfish. I've broken the fast on at least one occasion with a barbecue bacon cheeseburger.

As 2006 ends and 2007 begins, the -ists look back not at the past week, but at the past year. So here it is, your Best of 2006 Spectacular. And from all of us at the -ists, happy New Year!

Election night, NBC 10 had the best broadcast locally, supplying the right mix of live coverage, analysis and discussion, as seen on both its own newscast, and the one it produces for WPHL. Admittedly, Tim Lake seems like he should be hosting Good Day Tampa Bay or some late night infomercial rather than a newscast. Also, there is something disconcerting about Renee Chenault-Fattah anchoring election coverage, seeing as how her husband is U.S. Congressman Chakah Fattah. It has the appearance of something not-quite-kosher, but hey, this is Pennsylvania politics, where pork is not a four letter word. And anyway these are only a few minor complaints about some informative and insightful coverage.

I went to Crescent City for Restaurant Week and I'm only just now getting to write about it because of (a) Fringe and (b) life, but since everything on their Restaurant Week menu is also on their normal menu, no harm no foul. The Restaurant Week experience, of course, is a little different (a 9 p.m. dinner reservation means you don't really order, you just accept what's left), and that's where my biggest problem with Crescent City was. Obviously I don't keep kosher: I'd ordered the pork chop for dinner. As an appetizer, I'd ordered the shrimp and crab spring rolls. This was all treyf. But one of my companions, who isn't much for pork, had also ordered the spring rolls, and when they came, they didn't exactly look like shrimp and crab. Didn't taste like it, either. I called our waiter over. "Did we get the right thing?"

I often find myself debating via e-mail with a dear friend of mine who happens to be as food-obsessed as myself as well as being a big fan of both Phillyist and Gothamist.We discuss very important topics like “do you really KNOW anyone who has roasted a chestnut over an open fire, because the heat isn’t controlled enough and they would surely burn” or “the first person who ate an artichoke had to have been way hungrier than the first person to eat a lobster” to “why don’t apple, or strawberry or grape-flavored hard candy never taste anywhere near an apple, strawberry or grape” to our most recent “is it pronounced marshmallow or marshmellow?” In answer to the question, it’s spelled ‘mallow’ but is accepted in pronunciation as both.... 3 packages unflavored gelatin 1 ½ cups granulated sugar 1 cup light corn syrup ¼ teaspoon kosher salt 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract † Confectioners' sugar for dusting InstructionsCombine the gelatin and ½ cup of cold water in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the whisk attachment and allow to sit while you make the syrup.Meanwhile, combine the sugar, corn syrup, salt and ½ cup water in a small saucepan and cook over medium heat until the sugar dissolves.... Remove from the heat.With the mixer on low speed slowly pour the sugar syrup into the dissolved gelatin.

by Maria T. Sciarrino To describe the Constantines as “Springsteen meets Fugazi” is to unfairly pigeonhole one of the best bands in independent rock these days. The band inherently understands the desperation creeping around the edges of the American Experience, yes, even though they’re from Toronto. On their most recent release, Shine A Light (Sub Pop), singer Bry Webb’s exacting lyrics depict sadness and hope across the board, from lush forests and crowded cities of this great world. Set to angular and yet undoubtedly pretty guitars and keyboards, these songs propel themselves from the stereo and stage, commanding nothing but your complete, undivided attention. Also on Sunday's bill are Brooklyn’s Oxford Collapse, who hearken back to the unheard music of mid-80’s college radio. A Good Ground (Kanine) showcases the band riding the coattails of the Feelies on “Cracks in the Causeway” and chasing after the ghost of the Embarrassment on “Empty Fields”. The band jumps all over the map of great American Indie Rock bands, but without sounding like a tribute act. Don’t forget to get there early and check out Get Him Eat Him, whose debut album, Geography Cones (Asbolutely Kosher), is full of loopy Casiotone and distorted guitar goodness. The Constantines with Oxford Collapse and Get Him Eat Him

Sunday, July 10

North Star Bar (2639 Poplar Street)

Doors open 8 pm, 21+, $10