Fifteen years ago today, I bought a cell phone and became a Seattleite. Continue reading

“Well, there are only 200 people in Seattle,” he offered, a sentiment repeated by another friend at a different happy hour the next day.

I fear I’ve created a monster. Continue reading

“You don’t care about me/I don’t care about that/Gotta new fool, ha!/I like it like that.”

Every time the Seattle Mariners win at Safeco Field, Jimi Hendrix’s “Fire” comes blaring through the stadium’s sound system. Yesterday, leaving after the Mariners came from behind to win on the night the franchise retired Ken Griffey, Jr.’s number, I thought of how strange it was to be a fan of the team these days. Continue reading

Watching the Democratic National Convention on Thursday, I thought up a tweet I decided not to send. Continue reading

As I walked from my neighborhood’s music festival up to the burger place, I heard a car drive by, playing The Cure’s “Just Like Heaven.” That’s when I realized the problem with rock music these days, and the reason I’d loved Car Seat Headrest so much: There’s no middle ground any more. Continue reading

Yesterday, I told a story I’ve told too many times before, because that’s sometimes the quickest way to a laugh. Continue reading

“What have you been listening to lately?” a friend asked me Friday night, and I froze for a moment before coming up with an answer. Continue reading

When I left the room to get another whiskey soda, my friends were having a perfectly amicable conversation. When I returned, the two of them were arguing over the semantics of the phrase “Fuck you.” Continue reading

It’s a Sunday night tradition at this point, one I haven’t mentioned before. As I write this, music from the gay bar across the street is wafting up and into my condo. Continue reading

The Mariners visited the Red Sox this weekend, and, as happens twice a year, my team couldn’t lose. Continue reading