Wonder Bread factory on Jackson Street. I submitted this photo (unphotoshopped) to the Entropy theme on JPG magazine. If you like it, go vote for it. Registration on the JPG site is required – I totally get it if you don’t want to bother.
I absolutely adore Seattle’s International District. It smells funny, it’s crowded, the streets are unforgiveably dirty. The supermarkets are chaotic, the restaurant menus are mysterious and sometimes risky. The alleys smell bad, there are sketchy people everywhere. Parking can be a complete trial and walking can have its own challenges. But I love the I …
We’d spent the afternoon looking at housing and I was hungry. Really hungry. Over grilled shrimp tacos (me) and eggplant lasagna (B.), we flipped through the sheets on each of the properties we’d seen, dividing them in to “Maybe” and “What? Are you high?” stacks. The waiter – never underestimate your waiter, people – saw …
It’s possible I overdid it. I might even have a little bit of a ukulele hangover, if such a thing exists. My hands are a little stiff, my right shoulder complaining. That because I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon sexing up the chord progressions for Aaron Neville’s “Tell it like it is.” I …
I just started a new gig downtown. It’s a delight to work in downtown Seattle because there’s just a ton of stuff outside the office building, because it’s close to home, and because, hey, it’s downtown Seattle, how great is that? But also, there’s a fun thing that happens as I wend my way downtown …