French Solidarity

The Space Needle with French Flag

At least I think that’s the reason the tops of so many buildings in Seattle are lit up with the colors red, white, and blue.

Then again, they’re, you know, the US colors too, so it could also represent an outburst of patriotism.

If I had to guess, though, it’s probably the French thing.

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Tragedy Solved, One Chewed Piece at a Time


Because holding up two fingers while far out of harm’s way, in a group of like-minded people, while being videoed, causes peace. I wish I was white. Life would be so simple.

Hey everyone, look what the children of Seattle did!

They formed a flash mob today, and then they re-gummed the Gumwall with a peace sign!

Oh, those peace-loving, vandalizing rapscallions!

Yeah, sure, it was a little silly, but children can’t do anything meaningful about tragic events, after all, they’re just children. We just can’t expect the kids of our city to understand the true impact of 150+

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I See Your Twuuuuu Colors Shining Through … Again

Progressive Empathy

They came, they gentrified, they kicked black people, poor people, and pretty much everyone except affluent, ex-suburban white kids out of the city. Before you knew it, wide swaths of American cities were affluent ghettos filled to the brim with white kids from the burbs.

Then, they drew up some signs which read “Black Lives Matter”, and they marched around their newly-gentrified domains. You know, because they care about black people. Just not enough to let them stay in their homes.

All was right with the world of the ex-suburban fauxgressive, until 150+ people were killed in Paris. Then,

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First Glimpses of the First Hill Streetcar

First Hill Trolley

I’m not sure when opening day will be, but the trains themselves are rolling.

Kind of exciting if I must say so.


Car Blocking Crosswalk

For a “liberal” city, we sure have a lot of BMWs, Lexuses, and other vehicles the price of which could end homelessness in this city. Like climate change, someone else is always supposed to make the sacrifice.

I took the picture above just incidentally.  I wasn’t going for the car in the foreground.  If you look really close, you can see the new First Hill Trolley in the background.

It wasn’t until today that I noticed that, sure enough, the car in front of me was parked in the crosswalk while the pedestrian “walk” light was lit.  As usual. It’s

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Bricks are People Too

Seattle Gumwall Final Day

Seattle Gumwall – The Day Before

We are on one hell of a roll I must say.

Lest anyone doubt the veracity of my vision for Seattle, on Tuesday, we ameliorated one of the few true tourist attractions that Seattle has.  Anymore at least.  Especially with Ride-the-Ducks sidelined.

Seattle Gumwall – The Day Before

For those who may not be aware, the Seattle Gum Wall is no more.  On Tuesday morning, it was blasted clean by a work crew, which is why Monday evening, I headed down for some final pictures, as well as to stick some more of

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Cleaning House in Pike/Pine

Value Village Closing

In what is a semi-daily occurrence at this point, Value Village, thrift store made famous by Macklemore, and longtime haunt of yours truly, closed last week.

While I used to get annoyed by this type of thing, I’m so used to it now that I’m just numb to it all.  I, like most in this area, have learned not to get attached to anything.  Businesses, for their part, have also learned not to try too hard to ingratiate themselves to the community.  After all, what’s the point?  As soon as they become even remotely popular, their landlords will see

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The Strange Life of a Seattle Pedestrian


Daily Occurrence

What you see above is not an exception.  It’s the rule.

On most days, when walking to or from work during rush hours, the majority of intersections are blocked by automobiles/trucks/buses. Quite openly and unapologetically, I should add.  In fact, the few times I’ve said anything, or even looked annoyed, I’ve gotten honked at, flipped off, yelled at, etc.

Because it’s my fault they’re blocking the intersection, I have no right to complain.  After all, they’re them.  People who have not once in their lives been told “you’re wrong”.  People who are, without any hyperbole whatsoever, convinced that

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Chandler’s Crab House

Main Dishes

I’m a homeboy. In the past year, I have left the Seattle City Limits exactly two times … once to purchase rescue my cat, the other, to have him castrated because it made his personality more agreeable to me because I care about the non-existent rampant epidemic of cat overpopulation.

One of my daughter’s best friends has been to Japan three times this year, yet she’s not sure where South Lake Union Park is.  Another of her friends spent the summer in Europe, but isn’t allowed to go to Pike Place Market unless her mother drives her.

So many people have

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The Red Supermoon


Monday night was a red moon/super moon/soleil moon frye.

What happened to that chick anyway?

I mean, one minute she’s Punky Fucking Brewster, the next minute she’s … well, I dunno.  Actually, come to think of it, the only thing I really remember about that show is the old dude bellowing “oh Punk-eh!”

I do remember seeing photos of her when she grew up, and she had enormous cans.  Made me want to grab a rope and a pair of water skies it did.

You know, I just thought of this, but it’s kind of weird.  Hollywood really had a

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