Yesterday afternoon, I sat in a tree in a neighborhood park, taking in the LGBTIQ Pride festivities. Tonight, I stood in a field in a neighborhood park, partaking in the same community’s mourning.
It’s sad sometimes the difference a day can make. Continue reading
The only thing weirder than a love song is a breakup song. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot about space lately. Continue reading
A while back—a few months I think, but I can’t be sure—I had a dream about a record store. When I was in college, University Way, better known in this city as The Ave, was peppered with them, a couple of used or new stores per block. But that was a while ago. Continue reading
I discovered a Rorschach test this week, a story that revealed more about the listener than it did about the events I described. Continue reading
I stood on a beach, staring back at my city, surprised to see the water at such a low ebb. I’ve been to Alki plenty of times over the years—I’d never lived there, as one friend had—but I’ve made the journey enough to think that I would have seen low tide there before. Apparently not. Continue reading
We were driving back from nowhere, a place whose elevation we had to approximate based on the towns before and after on the road, when a Smashing Pumpkins song came on Spotify. It was one I’d heard a million times before—or, at the very least, a dozen—but the drums stuck out to me in a way they never had before.
The ’90s had a very distinct drum tone. Continue reading
A few years ago, Prince came to town, to play intimate shows at The Showbox, a venue which might be my favorite in the city, and is definitely way too small for an artist of his stature.
Like an idiot, I didn’t go. Continue reading
Pride swelled within me yesterday, as I watched a band play for the n-thousandth time in my life. Pride for my city, pride for what we’d done. Continue reading
Last weekend, I ran my first 10k, its route carrying me from the parking lot of my alma mater’s stadium to the far span of a new highway bridge and back. And there’s an irony here, in that I ran across a bridge before it officially opened, and yet, I’ll rarely use it now that it’s in service. Continue reading