Sunday, July 24, 2016

Your Sunday Squirrel

These guys are all from this week.  I wish the light had been better.  It was overcast both times I went to Denny Park, so you get the same squirrel looking different from shot to shot.  I'm reading a book called The Portable Veblen at the moment.  It's the story of the relationship between an ethically-challenged researcher and a woman who believes that she understands what squirrels are saying.  She's not crazy, just hopeful.  You know, I've never thought squirrels were trying to communicate anything to me.  These Eastern Grays don't chitter very much - or at all.  Sure, they chirp, bark and growl, but they're not overly vocal.  The book takes place in Palo Alto, CA, so maybe they have more vocal varieties down there.  OK, so I don't think squirrels are trying to talk to me, but I do think that they keep track of me.  After all, I'm a guy with food who doesn't try to kill them.  These are two positive things.  I feel that they've alerted each other that I'm a reliable food source and they should only be moderately afraid of me.  They did a study on prairie dogs and found that not only did they have a warning signal system, but they were also able to describe the threat in rudimentary ways, like coyote or human or fat human and so forth.  Though not quite as social as prairie dogs, I'm sure that squirrels can describe both good and bad things.  I'm pretty sure that's why they have no problem running up to me.  Or maybe I'm completely mistaken and squirrels are all erratic morons.   

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Your Sunday Squirrel

This guy was pretty bossy and not very nice to his fellow squirrels, but he was also photogenic.  Hey, it's nature.  Nature is cruel.  That's just natural showbiz.  I had a much better picture of him, but for some reason, it didn't make it to my photo pholder.  Anyhow, this fellow is still at Denny Park, so if you go there, you can give him a peanut.  Squirrels like that.  

This Is What I've Been Doing Lately

This is the middle-of-the-line drum kit I've been hitting lately.  Last album, I played drums on five tunes.  I was a semi-nervous wreck about the whole thing.  I even brought in a real drummer for brush work, since my in-apartment electro set didn't allow for that. By the way, he sounded great.  But now I'm drumming 24 tracks between two albums.  So far, things are going well.  There are a few problem children, but nothing that can't be shoved into place by tracking time - which is early August.  In addition to the drumming, I'll also be playing saxophone and, of course, singing.  I've been temping steadily since recording my last album, but I'm taking time off to get these tunes down.  It's funny, I had this delusion that I would have everything down cold by the first part of June.  As of today, I'm still trying to get tunes to scan; I'm changing lyrics left and right and altering beats.  Funny how that works.  One of the things that made drumming those five tunes difficult last album was that I had contracted a wicked case of tennis elbow.  It was pretty terrible.  Every time I flexed my right arm was like being moderately electrocuted.  And I had to flex my right arm a lot.  After getting the job done - amid a lot of grumbling from my engineer - I took some time off and started weight training for all the muscles around the problem area.  You know what?  It worked!  These days I practice for hours and everything's fine.  Sure, I sweat buckets, but that's normal.  Everything feels good.  I mean, I went in this morning and Anthony (one of many people I sure this room with) was there, drumming and also sweating profusely.  He's better than me, as well.  Everybody is.  But it gives me a chance to get out of Belltown.  The room is right in between Fremont and Ballard.  It's actually in a fairly desolate area, which appeals to me.  I'm really not liking Belltown right now - due in part to my lunatic neighbor, Devil-Talking Lady.  More on that later.  For now, I'll be doing this drumming-thing a lot.  Every day.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

The Pride Parade

It was last week.  I went.  This is the only photo I took.

Your Sunday Squirrel

I finally ran into some squirrels at Denny Park yesterday.  Well, hooray.  There were three of them and I managed some good shots.  This is one of them.

I Went to the Zoo on Friday...

and this is what I saw:
Otters and butterflies.  And nothing else.

Oh, I also went to the Case/Lang/Viers concert on Thursday.  My sound engineer was playing guitar with them.  Everybody sounded good.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Your Sunday Squirrel

Also a guy from several weeks ago.  I went to Denny Park yesterday and saw zero squirrels.  They may have all gotten an early start to the Solstice Parade or something.

Oh hey, the U.S. Open is being played at the Oakmont course.  Yeah, I know, big deal.  But have you seen the Oakmont logo?  Check it out:
I'd like to think that the squirrel is stealing the ball, thereby costing some poor dumb pro golfer thousands in prize money.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Your Sunday Squirrel

This guy is from a few weeks ago.  What with the full-time temp jobs (I worked at the State Ferries office last week) and the intensive drumming (I just started on a real set again last week), there hasn't been a whole lot of opportunity to get to Denny Park.  Even if that doesn't happen for a while, I have enough good photos to last quite a while.  I'm already organizing the calendar for next year and it's gonna be really good.  As for me, I'm done at the ferries and moving on to SEIU.  I haven't temped there before.  I just hope they have good air conditioning.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Your Sunday Squirrel

After the condo gig, I went to Denny Park.  I found some very friendly squirrels there.

I Helped Sell Condos Today

OK, it was a temp job at a very large development in Belltown.  I just assisted with an open house and guided people to model units.  Yeah, they were very expensive.  The views were outstanding, but yeah, super-pricey.  People actually asked me whether I lived in the building.  That kind of made me snort initially.  I don't know how many of the folks who showed up could actually afford the asking price (in the millions) of these places, but I was pretty surprised at how poorly people were dressed.  OK, so it's Sunday and all, but honestly, most folks dressed badly.  And I just automatically assume that everyone is richer than I am, because they are.  I expect more from rich people.

Anyhow, I guided people and keyed them to other floors.  One thing that struck me is that most people seemed quite unprepared for any kind of life in Belltown.  Sure, if you've got that kind of money, you can live safely and quietly far from the rabble, but you occasionally have to go outside.  It's then that those poor folks have to deal with a neighborhood that might be a little more intense than they figured.  A condo in Belltown is different from a condo in Bellevue.  A lot of the people seemed to think it was the same thing.  I didn't issue dire predictions to the uninitiated; this is just an observation.  Anyhow, the more time I spent directing people, the more I appreciated my filthy, cluttered little ratbag of a place.