all i've got's this sunny afternoon

today! in the secret crevasses of ballard.

designing universal logos for terrible, gruesome things would be a very satisfying job. how would YOU depict decapitation by propellor, for example? would you include cartoony splatters? would the mouth be gaping in agony, or would it have a stoic lego smile?

HAVE your dreams come true? no?

i picture a gaggle of shrill little boys scrambling around to tag this. "large weiner gang?" "NO, dumbass! BIG DICK POSSE!"

seattle was being a sexy strumpet again today.

representation of every weird architectural trend of the last 50 years. i learned today that the westin towers (the cylinders, most famously immortalized on the excellent modest mouse album "the lonesome crowded west", shut up brynn) were built in 1968 (?) and were known at the time of completion as the "corn cob towers." that's like the shiny new bit of the seattle art museum being known as "the goiter." i like knowing mundane shit about places. it makes them more familiar and fond, like listening to a relative tell the same story again.

this car has someone's hedonistic secrets to keep.

my new hood.

i now live behind the madison market co-op, close enough that i can see their employees skulking around the loading dock with their american spirit cigarettes. so, by proxy and much to my belligerent chagrin, i now shop there (they're open later than trader joe's). the people who work there are uniformly hyper!!! it's sometimes a bit too much!! the guy tonight rang up my shit and said "how do you feel about a total of $7?" (or whatever it was) he said it with a "well hellooooo there" kind of voice. and i blinked impatiently. "obligated?" i said. i didn't mean to sound as wenchy as i did. so i laughed, and he laughed, and i now like that stupid hippie-scented place a lot more because they put up with my crap. * i close with a hideouly blurry photo of fingtacles!

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