let's do and say we did.

I have lacked an attention span lately. work? winter? ...but I still have the ability to, say, watch Japanese videos of how to make tomago... this is always a rather vapid time of year for me. I become simultaneously hyperactive and indifferent. it is a struggle to accomplish much of anything.

-small plates at Ciccheti. the beef tartare is in the back. fucking delicious! felt amazing in my mouth! raw meat kind of MELTS. it is a horrific reality if I dwell on it too long- how vile! how ogreish! aren't humans supposed to be all evolved n shit? ...but if I just revel in it, holy CRAP; it is very easy to enjoy. somewhere betwixt these two realities is the formula for a blissful, conscious life, I'm sure of it.
-fog over broadway. I miss the fog. the city was swathed in it for several solid days, morning midday night; it was slightly difficult to breathe. everyone looked pasty in the dull daylight. I couldn't see the tops of the radio towers outside my lair. now it's pissing rain again. it smells better, at least.
-I'm an asshole. I cropped his face for anonymity. this was on the 43. the bus... oh, the bus. I love the bus, except when I fucking despise the bus. this particular day was actually a good one.
-the lair, facing south.
-spinsterhood 101. I'm not home much. when I am, this cat treats me like a queen. it's good for my grey, sodden sense of worth.
-Georgetown.
-stop taking fucking self-portraits of you and your cat. I mean it.
-a painting of the esteemed Kalakala, Fremont Antique Mall! I did not buy it. this echoed my already-established Kalakala-fascination (Kalakalust?), especially since it was painted fairly recently while the thing was still moored in Lake Union. I love how she's at the edge of the picture, like "oh hello Seattle... here I am and here you are."
-tis a rare winter day when I can re-engage the blue study. there are too few buildings in this town that actually embrace and reflect the light. when their glass matches the sky, I try to take a photograph.
-I like this picture because my nose looks fucking weird. we both look strange, actually. we were probably flailing around in a fit of interspecies rapture and deserve to appear warpy.
-blue study 2.
-when I was transferring all the photos off this here phone, I came across this gem of Jethro. I am sure he is living a hedonistic and nurturing life with his new family. he was a foxy little dude.

life is so much simpler than it was a year ago. I am very grateful of that.

and the days are getting longer.