wa-a-a-a-ave......... ting!

-weather, university bridge.
-corpse, 11th and John.
-outside Pike St Fish Fry. he did not appear well. he never moved, just looked at me with paranoid yet resigned eyes. "good luck, little dude" I told him.
-refiltered toilet/skyline, the Oddfellows building. everything about this bathroom is great! it's always 10 degrees warmer than the rest of the building, it smells like old wood and lead paint, there's a huge ledge on which to leave your bags, and you can gaze deliriously at the downtown skyline and neighboring Capitol Hill rooftops whilst micturating! you must wait for the handicapped stall, for it is the one with these specific amenities.
-double/triple (trouble?) rainbow, Monday, Cap Hill.
-go away. John St.
-the crowd at Presse, watching the 3rd presidential debate.

just found my copy of Bacchae, by Euripides. at the bottom of one of the pages I'd written "Dionysus= smartass hippie." good lord, woman.

boogie on, reggae woman!

today was symbiotic. it's very nice to have Sundays off again. the city is saturated in lackadaisical good will. my own mood may have had something to do with it.

-mini kiwis! smooth-skinned, kumquat-sized; eat them whole (remove the stem) and experience the compact kiwi explosion! the lady running the booth said she was planning to make them into salsa later, but they'd also be good for chutneys, in salads, in a rich kid's lunchbox... seriously, they were surprisingly delicious and only available for the next few weeks. if you have the means to justify $5/pint, they're guaranteed mate-bait.
-Campus Parkway, when the hail started.
-I saw the can squashed in the tree and thought "ha ha, how cliched would it be if it was, like, pabst?" sigh.
-if you carrot all.
-Fremontish.
-at the Fremont Sunday Market.
-along Ship Canal.
-creepy self-portrait with rainbow, U District. I was totally fucking drenched. it was awesome until it got cold.
-Facing west, 17th and Madison.
-Fremont. Izzat awesome or wut?

I bought a $12 100% polyester vintage maxi-dress today. that's the kind of day today was. it was just free and flowing and awesome. today was a rad polyester dress.

is this my beautiful life?

you ever think of a sound that describes your mood at a precise moment? right now my mood is that part in "Venus in Furs" when the violin squeaks dissonantly after one of the final "whiplash girlchild in the dark"s. you know that note? it's a good one.

-David Lynchian Chinese restaurant, last night. for a while we were the only customers. we talked with the waiter about transgenderism. the salt n pepper tofu? fucking delicious.
I love finding secret portals of awesomeness.
-still life with wine glass.
-6th Ave, looking west.
-you know the honey badger video? of course you do. Entropy sat in this exact position for about three minutes before I was unnerved enough to take this picture. and after I took it I said "hey stupid!" to her. "hey stupid! thanks for the mouse." she blinked her left eye and appeared to not get it.
-the ave.
-Fremont, outside the PCC. sweet sweet shitbarf, how you've gentled.

before work today I found a book at the cap hill library, "Bungalow Bathrooms." brilliant, art deco bathrooms! baroque tiling! glossy marble sinks! various types of toilets! it's amazing! and one home that they had repeated pictures of: the Stimson-Green mansion on Minor Ave in First Hill. what sort of exotic antics will I be engaging in come the morrow, my first day off in six? I will be wandering by the Stimson-Green mansion with a lusty, hungry eye, that's what.
books like that make me appreciate my own very old lair anew.

I had a dream last night that one of my teeth was transparently thin. I thought "how did I not notice this sooner?" then it fell out. it was almost like a bridge. clean, bloodless, the gap almost invisible when I frantically leered into the mirror to assess my abrupt ugliness. the toothless space of my gums felt soft and familiar, but without that salty irresistibility of when you lose a tooth as a kid. it was rather anticlimactic. I woke up and promptly made sure all my teeth were still there.

dream analysis says that tooth/mouth dreams mean that you don't feel like you're being heard or comprehended accurately. but i was mainly relieved that I didn't have to stumble through my reality feeling gap-toothed and self-conscious.

vile, unintentional moral of the story, that my alert and sentient self completely disagrees with: i would rather be attractive than understood.

cheers.

more tedious shit about cats

not too long ago, I was privy to another person's vehement opinion about people who only post about "their boring fucking _____" on Facebook. the person they were lambasting was (and is) particularly fond of their dogs. and once the lambaster, person #1, pointed it out, I have been keenly aware of how much I ALSO babble about the same few stupid things in my life, two of which are my cats. and WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT CATS? I don't even give a shit about cats! anecdotes, whatever their subject matter: fantastic and always appreciated. but just dithering about a fucking animal, with no witty denouement? what am I, a cliche?

for everyone that reads this stuff: thank you, and I'm cringing as I write.

-Capitol Hill.
-Entropy.
-the ladies. this is as close to each other as they ever get.
-troglodyte love.
-tombs, nutrifying. apparently she's not ready to die just yet.
-turn to the left!
-you tell him... he's a damn fool. I'll be waiting, Ed. I'll be waiting.
-from pine & boren.
-headless Entropy. another good band name.

life, you wily strumpet...

12 oct 12

yesterday's adventure! all the photos are out of chronological order, as usual:

-a luridly-hued worm!
-my hood, yesterday morning. I actually color-ENHANCED this.
-a burlesque mummy, Olympia.
-hateful lonely fucking condos, Tacoma, near Ruston, on basically the exact site as the vile, dismantled-yet-still-redolent (how?) pulp mill. wasn't there a huge hullabaloo about arsenic and lead and shit, leaching into the soil around here? ecological horrors aside, it's ugly as hell, totally fucks with a huge and otherwise very lovely vantage point, is surrounded by exactly NOTHING (no shops, schools, neighbors, stores), and will probably be too expensive for most folks anyway. 10 years from now: same ugly building, but with a few three-eyed genetically poisoned unschooled children languidly digging in the toxic dirt with silver spoons.
I hate ignorant urban planning.
-my parents' cat, eating the other cat's mostly-unchewed projectile vomit.
-a wee sluglet!
-yesterday's Seattle Times. this has been one of the driest, loveliest summers on record. it's over now.
-bobbers. is that the technical term?
-somewhere north of Steilacoom.
-under the Narrows. curse the fucking window edge. otherwise this would have been a really good picture.
-moving on.
-potatoes en regalia!
-random slice o' life, Auburnish.

barbed wire was invented in 1874. I learned that today.

marquee moon weather

I feel really fucking lucky to live this life.

it looked like snow today. the sky had that wrist-slitting quality that I'd nearly forgotten about. it was AWESOME. it was cold and humid but not rainy- the sort of air that you can smell and taste and feel. it was fucking beautiful. the leaves are changing and I was wearing my stupid brown gloves that I wear every winter, and a wool sweater, and everyone I saw looked similarly cozy. LOVING the layers. people seem happy. the dirge-season is still in its novel infancy.

tombs is doing rather poorly. right now she's trying to purr around her tumor. I clean her face, all orifi, several times a day now. it reminds me of helix. anyone remember helix? he had renal failure and he dwindled away to nearly nothing, but he was still HIM. and I didn't want him to get to the point where he wasn't still HIM, so I eventually euthanized him when he was still able to purr in my lap.
and I think of that now. how fucking far do I go? why the hell is she still eating and surly? she looks like the toxic avenger! fucking torties. the little buggers live forever.

I finally went into the fabric/craft store on pike. I had no idea they sold yarn. what a magical place! AWESOME fabric, really cool yarn- just a fucking cool store where everyone's friendly and mellow and helpful. the lady behind the counter was even nice to the customer with the horrible child. that is the mark of a fine establishment.

today was pretty delightful.

-somewhere on 11thish.
-the Feed Bag.
-U District.
-Pernod and candlelight, Presse.
-Capitol Hill.

"miss this gumbo and you'll roux the day."
-recipe headline on a clipping in my late grandmother's cookbook, Seattle P-I, 7/20/88