Harvest went live today and the WWK went live yesterday.
yay. Now I have to find a real job.
Today was pretty nice. I was up by 830am, caffeinated by 10:30 and out at Discovery Park taking pictures by 11. Not much to see really; the Sound, the Olympics, the health geeks, running with their dogs.
I think it’s strange that all the women I saw looked like they dressed for the ‘event’ of exercise. I mean it isn’t strange in the context of Seattle. Health and nutrition is to Seattle what booze and self-degradation are to rural KY. Which is to say that it’s beyond sane in both places. A little bit of both is good enough; drink Jack while you ride around the lake, smoke this bullshit, eat these, or these (they are both very tasty.) And you can get them at several coffee shops, including the very close Cloud City Coffee.
Join the Revolution though, seriously, this place is the shiz thanks to Phil, Damon, and the Xstream Angler Scot. These three mexican trannies from Montana/Idaho, wherever, make the best cup, kick the best tunes, and have the best looking joint in Greenlake, neigh Seattle. I’m writing this from the Revs, and the Sherry cake is making me high.
Yeah, back to my day. It was clear and sunny which is like finding a gold tooth in your shit, so I decided I’d take advantage and burn through some film. I’m very new to photography, but I’ve got an old manual SLR Topcon Unirex from my Dad that actually takes great pictures. Much thanks to RLS-1. Since I have to use real film and have no access to a scanner, I don’t have anything to post for you right now, but I’ll show you some stuff later.
Quite possibly the strangest thing I’ve seen today was not the statue of Lenin in Fremont, nor the bubble-blowing cafe, next to the fry-cone guy at the vintage stuff shop whose name I forget, nor was it the Fremont Rocket, nor the entire neighborhood of Queen Anne. QA makes me quesy. It was the sealed yellow houses in Fort Lawton. Fort Lawton sits inconspicuously in the middle of Discovery Park. Hello, Discovery Park! Did I mention that it’s one of Seattle’s largest public parks, and you’re not allowed in the middle of it, because of this military ‘reserve’. Notice it’s not a “reservation.” That’s for the Native Americans.
I followed a sign to a viewpoint near the ‘reserve,’ and I was taking a picture of this huge white sphere, pieced together from angular plates before I saw the Neighborhood of the Damned, kindly labeled ‘Historic District’. It was one of those things that first looks like a water tower, but then you realize it’s some sort of weird antenna/listening device. You think, “ooh cool shot!” click. And my own camera click makes my eyes dart around the woods and I start to scurry off, thinking “I’ve got about a hundred yards before the spooks roll up, smash my camera into my face and carry me off to their bunker for interrogation.” It looks like a mini epcot center. I definitely did not get a picture of that freaky neighboorhood. It’s freaky because there are all these yellow two story Victorian houses—sealed. The windows have been meticulously sealed with vented wood panels, and everything is barren and locked. Some of the houses have plaques on the side with a unit number and some official looking signifier. Lower down the hill there are new cars parked at these lightless houses. NO sunlight. I guess I can relate, but damn.
Anyway, once I get the photos developed, I’ll post them in the gallery. For now I’m going to chow on this sweet Sherry cake Damon made.
ciao.
im glad youre posting…its nice to see whats going on in your life.
xo, d