Sunday, January 14, 2018

Welcome to Placebo Avenue!

You may have noticed some changes along 2nd Ave.  There are stop lights at Vine and Cedar now.  There's a two-way bike lane, which has cut the through-lanes from three to two.  (It was four lanes wide when I moved in.) And those gizmos pictured above have popped up on every corner.  It's really nice that the city has put them there at taxpayer expense and all, but the sad, simple truth is that they're placebos.  All the lights along 2nd Ave. are on timers.  I doubt that those walk buttons are even connected to anything.  Sure, you may feel like you're controlling your destiny, but you're being fooled.  It's a placebo, and all of its fellow walk buttons are placebos.  Do what I do; cross the street when there aren't any cars.  Don't press buttons.  These nominal vestiges of authority are only there for people to run into when they're drunk.  In conclusion: placebos. 

Oh, and there's this...

Here's a red squirrel in Estonia.  He seems to like the snow. 

Your Sunday Squirrel

We went to Denny Park today and the squirrels were eventually out in force.  Sweet Becko got some very good shots, while I...I got some shots.  This is one of them.  We're going again tomorrow. 

Monday, January 1, 2018

This Is What I Did on New Year's Day

I work as a contractor for WSDOT on the 520 Bridge.  The ironic thing is that I've only been across the bridge once.  Oh, the irony!  Well, word got around that the pedestrian/bike path was opening.  There was going to be this big ceremony for it on December 20th, but due to the train derailment, it was canceled and the path was opened without ceremony.  I thought it was a golden opportunity to cross the bridge again - this time on foot.  And that's just what we did.  Sure, there were all these bikes zooming all around, but we reached Medina and then turned around.  It was a great way to spend New Year's Day. 
Sweet Becko was there, too.  Her new Doc Martens boots gave her a pair of blisters.  They were a gift from me, so you're welcome. 

Happy New Year!

After the Two Bells, we went to the Space Needle.  Once again, the display was really impressive.  Here are a few of the highlights:
Although 2017 was a lousy year for anyone with an attachment to humanity, there were some very good moments for me personally: I released three albums and got engaged.  I also landed a real job.  So that's your 2017 in a nutshell.  This year promises two albums and a wedding. 

So Long, Two Bells

Well, the Two Bells has been a Belltown fixture for a very long time.  It was where I conducted most of my business for Mackris v. O'Reilly back in the day.  And I managed to go there at least several times a year, every year.  I even played a few gigs there during my jazz days.  So it's with a note of sadness that we say goodbye.  The owners decided to retire.  What's in store for it?  Uncertain.  I hope that something good emerges from it.  The crummy neighborhood should have more joints like the Two Bells.
Sweet Becko and I stopped in for a final drink on our way to the Space Needle last night.
The place was really hopping.  Others appreciated it, too.  I'm sad to see it go.  

By the way...

I got engaged right before Christmas.  It's quite nice.  I'm a lucky guy.  Wedding this spring.  


My Xmas was great.  And I hope yours was, too. 

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Your Sunday Squirrel

Well, it's been awhile, hasn't it?  I have no excuse, other than I had a gig (last week at Conor Byrne; it went great) and I'm writing music for two albums (to be recorded this spring, insh'Allah).  Besides that, things go well.  This is my favorite time of the year, by far, and I'm so happy that I get an occasional chance to go to Denny Park to visit the squirrels.  They're getting gradually less skittish.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Your Sunday Squirrel

Here's a nice little sun-squirrel at Denny Park yesterday morning.  I still can't tell whether this is in focus or not.  All I know is that I may or may not have gotten a calendar-worthy shot.  But like this one, I can't tell whether it's in focus or not.  Well, as calendar time draws nearer, I'll know for sure.