poor little mixte stripped of its cranks front wheel was first to go
symbolically representational smells like piss poor poetry perfect placement project abandoned building stalled in this economy as worthless as last year’s J Crew catalog
Today is the day This is it really and This time it’s for real Today is the day To try the same thing and expect different results
Second guessing wardrobe decisions within six blocks of home and nine more hours of work to ride out is not a worthwhile pastime. However it is completely normal on a wet 53° Tuesday still stuck in the context of summer and orbiting the promise of Labor Day weekend like a lawn chair left in the rain representing what might have been but still hoping for what could be.
Can’t you smell that smell? Sitting standing by leaving wet spots on office building lobby furniture like soaked diaper prints spiced with road grime and unable to isolate the precise location of the odor but well aware of the smell of several months of sweet saved-up sweat unleashed by heavy rains from shoes, hats, helmets and bags especially the shoulder strap padding on dank DANK bags.
Thanks, I’ll take the next elevator… …except at One Union.
In Seattle, Tuesday could have been in February or November or April or August.
Made it through August with no fenders. Not because I didn’t need them but because it was another arbitrary goal to set and achieve looking only to the calendar and not to the weather. Like refusing to turn on the furnace until Halloween, Like not wearing gloves until November. Like not installing a front fender until December.
Water water everywhere and it’s not what you think. I have no recollection of the events in question because I was not in the central time zone less than 51 weeks before the alleged incident took place. However, no animals were harmed in the production of this production and no photoshop was necessary so it’s all in fun. Voluntary fun. Disposable income paid vacation recreation fun. Tallboy popping out of 12-ounce coozie fun.
slow down you move too fast got to make your Monday last
elbow wrinkles give it away day to day reaching for a status quo that’s so ten years ago
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"...why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?"
August 25, 2010
the first step is admitting Houston we have a problem with or without express written consent what’s the holdup held to a different standard holding up laying down groundwork a foundation for over expectation now it’s too late to revert to mediocre pedestrian how about a courtesy flush for the environment Seattle sits in seats facing away from each other all the better to not see you with this might be offensive a fist full of dollars now buys half as much listen hear my friend do me a favor don’t do me any favors playing good cholesterol bad cholesterol store in a cool dry place press firmly on an empty stomach do not write below this line
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have good day
August 25, 2010
The Logan Deli will be closing down as of Friday 8/27/10. It’s been in business, hidden in the basement of the Logan Building since 1985 and under current ownership since 1997. However, it can no longer survive in this economic climate (insert sound bite here) and so on and so forth. The handwritten sign in the window sums it up well and brought a tear to my eye.
Over the past several years it’s been one of my favorite Mom & Pops. Without question it's my all-time favorite subterranean Korean Deli curry chicken special. Thursday’s Mongolian Beef special had a loyal lunchhour following with lines out the door. On rainy days sitting in a folding chair perusing People magazine listening to Burt Bacharach and loading on the Sriracha, it was a basement dining experience unlike anything in Seattle. 5 Comments | Add Comment
you can't get there from here
August 24, 2010
This is an egg This is an egg in a frying pan
This is your brain This is your brain regurgitating Reagan Years
This is you This is you getting there from here
This is Peggy This is Peggy buying salmonella-tainted eggs
This is Jim This is Jim barfing up Peggy’s cupcakes in the breakroom
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expectation expectoration spit in the write direction take the wind into account take possession with intent to distribute possessed by demons exorcised daily exercise cyclical circular cycles bicycle how much respect can one expect riding recumbent
actuaries predict life expectancy actually like a strip mall Olive Gardens Cheesecake Factories TGI Fridays who needs a reason marketing Hallmark Holidays amateur hour 4 - 6 daily what did you expect a ref with a red card held aloft for all to see
ant colonies pickup and move popup in a new groove survival strategies whac-a-mole rope-a-dope and other oh so subtle signs of economic recovery news at eleven
21 and over in dog years dog eared to mark the date remember the day in the context of calendars ringing in the ear drinking so much so much beer the ears ring tinnitus is not an earring it’s the high pitch tone of a blank TV screen left on for days discovered later turned off you don’t know what you got till it’s gone Joni Mitchell got it right in the shin a glass coffee table corner been there forever never noticed read about it in a book somewhere coming back around again more like a urinary tract infection less like rage against the machine 110% half ass it’s got a handle grab on dumb it down smile and chit chat talk to your co-workers more about TV that’s what we need what the fuck did we do before facebook? priceless now back in the day couldn’t give it away
as cool as cool ranch flavor sometimes the sound of a rookie on the radio can be refreshing.But not when they’re a rookie driver and you’ve been waiting fifteen minutes for a hand-off and they’re still looking for the address, but the address they’re looking for isn’t the one you’ve been standing in front of since the dispatcher sent you there…
Was that 1326 5th or 1325 6th or 1325 4th or 1425 5th
Where are you?
I’m here dude, I’ve been here for a while, where the fuck are you?
Don’t get me wrong, I was a rookie too just like you. I once called the dispatcher on the phone to tell him an address I was looking for did not exist, only to realize a short time later that I was rolling up and down searching for the right number on the wrong street.
