When bicycling down Pacific Avenue near the tidelands in Fife, it is a very good idea to look out for syringes lying in the gutter. I cannot think of a more infuriating way to get a flat tire.
I've been bicycling to work every once in a while over the past few weeks. Mostly for the exercise--I am not currently in the best shape of my life. It's a pretty quick ride there, but riding home is another story. Pedaling up and over Hilltop is not exactly easy. But it makes my post-work shower all the more rewarding.
Hilltop feels surprisingly bicycle friendly. Maybe that's just because I ride on the roads less traveled, but passing through the no-man's-land that is the section of Pacific Highway between the Greyhound station in Tacoma and Larson Nissan of Fife, I have to remain extremely alert and vigilant due to, well, all sorts of things, really: semi-truck traffic, road debris, crazy people...
I'm pretty sure that most of the people that hang out on bus stop benches on this section of highway have absolutely no intention of going anywhere at all--and probably very little awareness of the buses that pass by.
On Saturday morning, I rode past a man lying face down on a bus stop bench who turned his head toward me as I pedaled past and yelled, "I eat your skin."
I didn't slow down.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Hipsters sometimes make me laugh
"I'm looking for a modern children's book with, like, hip, retro content and contemporary values."
"Uh," said the tattooed sales clerk at Powell's Books, stalling for a moment before attempting a more serious response. "Well, this is one of my current favorites," she said, holding up some book I'd never heard of before with Dick and Jane style artwork on the front.
"No, I'm looking for something a little less dated than that," replied this twenty-something woman who, um, well, probably spent more than a few minutes getting ready to leave the house earlier that rainy Portland day.
I started laughing, but I played it off like I was just laughing at something Jack was doing--I was trying to keep him from pulling every single book off the shelf at the time.
Brittany, Jack and I drove down to Portland on Monday. I had a meeting with my editor (you should all be very, very excited about my forthcoming ebook, Paradise Squandered), and we also visited our friend, Veronica, ate some very tasty mac and cheese and a burger with Gorgonzola and bacon at Violetta (always awesome), hiked around Washington Park, and wandered around the city in the rain. Jack loves the rain.
Jack and I hung out at Powell's for a while while we waited for Brittany and Veronica to finish trying on clothes at Buffalo Exchange. Jack picked out a new Curious George book--it's pretty cool, it has all sorts of very fascinating cutouts and mirrors inside it. While he was making his selection, though, we witnessed some lady push a Powell's employee nearly to her breaking point. It was funny.
The Powell's sales clerk probably showed the lady nine or ten books before she gave up, and each time she offered a suggestion, the other lady responded with something like:
"Well, that's not really was I'm looking for. Do you have anything with/that ______________ (enter incoherent nonsense here)."
Finally, the Powell's employee (red faced and clearly about to explode) told her to hold on, that she'd find someone else who might know more about what she was looking for.
Throughout this whole hilarious ordeal, though, while Jack and I explored everything Powell's has to offer a sixteen month old (everything within arm's reach, really), this lady's kid, who looked like an eight or nine year old hipster zombie--his bored expression never changed, not even a little bit--just stood there, seemingly disinterested in absolutely everything. And we were all there for probably close to an hour.
And I'm not trying to make fun of a kid here, but, seriously, you should have seen this kid. He had a fedora, a very-cool jacket, and short, dark-denim skinny jeans that showed off his red socks and plaid Converse low-tops. But I kept wondering if he was just extremely bored waiting for his insanely hard-to-comprehend mother, or if he was heavily medicated, or just way too cool to be hanging out in the children's section of Powell's.
But in all fairness, the kid probably really was way cooler than I am, ever have been, or could ever hope to be. I liked his shoes.
"Uh," said the tattooed sales clerk at Powell's Books, stalling for a moment before attempting a more serious response. "Well, this is one of my current favorites," she said, holding up some book I'd never heard of before with Dick and Jane style artwork on the front.
"No, I'm looking for something a little less dated than that," replied this twenty-something woman who, um, well, probably spent more than a few minutes getting ready to leave the house earlier that rainy Portland day.
I started laughing, but I played it off like I was just laughing at something Jack was doing--I was trying to keep him from pulling every single book off the shelf at the time.
Brittany, Jack and I drove down to Portland on Monday. I had a meeting with my editor (you should all be very, very excited about my forthcoming ebook, Paradise Squandered), and we also visited our friend, Veronica, ate some very tasty mac and cheese and a burger with Gorgonzola and bacon at Violetta (always awesome), hiked around Washington Park, and wandered around the city in the rain. Jack loves the rain.
Jack and I hung out at Powell's for a while while we waited for Brittany and Veronica to finish trying on clothes at Buffalo Exchange. Jack picked out a new Curious George book--it's pretty cool, it has all sorts of very fascinating cutouts and mirrors inside it. While he was making his selection, though, we witnessed some lady push a Powell's employee nearly to her breaking point. It was funny.
The Powell's sales clerk probably showed the lady nine or ten books before she gave up, and each time she offered a suggestion, the other lady responded with something like:
"Well, that's not really was I'm looking for. Do you have anything with/that ______________ (enter incoherent nonsense here)."
Finally, the Powell's employee (red faced and clearly about to explode) told her to hold on, that she'd find someone else who might know more about what she was looking for.
Throughout this whole hilarious ordeal, though, while Jack and I explored everything Powell's has to offer a sixteen month old (everything within arm's reach, really), this lady's kid, who looked like an eight or nine year old hipster zombie--his bored expression never changed, not even a little bit--just stood there, seemingly disinterested in absolutely everything. And we were all there for probably close to an hour.
And I'm not trying to make fun of a kid here, but, seriously, you should have seen this kid. He had a fedora, a very-cool jacket, and short, dark-denim skinny jeans that showed off his red socks and plaid Converse low-tops. But I kept wondering if he was just extremely bored waiting for his insanely hard-to-comprehend mother, or if he was heavily medicated, or just way too cool to be hanging out in the children's section of Powell's.
But in all fairness, the kid probably really was way cooler than I am, ever have been, or could ever hope to be. I liked his shoes.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Growing up
I once read in an article about blogging that posting excuses or even an acknowledgement of a long gap between posts is a terrible idea--an amateurish. This blog is far too professional for that sort of content. Let me just say that I have been in serious need of motivation. I haven't even felt fully awake in months.
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| Jack got a sled for Christmas! |
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| Shredding |
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| 15 months old |
The picture above is my current favorite picture of Jack. It was taken at our friends' cabin near Lake Wenatchee about a week ago. We had a nice time. Except for Jack and Brittany both getting sick. Illness aside, it was a relaxing weekend.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
New job!
Hey everyone! I recently became a Professional Transportation Consultant and now work for Larson Nissan of Fife.
I can now assist you or anyone you know in finding the perfect new or used vehicle! Tell your friends.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Puppets can be terrifying
Jack came home with his first tattoo the other day. 8 months old, and he's already running with a bad crowd.
Jack wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by the creatures, which were actually just Giant Puppets! They were roaming the streets of downtown Tacoma as part of the first ever Fall Free For All arts and music festival. Jack actually seemed to find them pretty amusing.
Check out the article I wrote about this exciting spectacle: Strange creatures and clean up downtown Tacoma.
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| Baby's first tattoo |
At least he has good taste in beer. Brittany and I took him to the Fall Free For All today to try to reintroduce him to some more wholesome activities. We ended up getting attacked by a horde or creatures with a penchant for cleanliness.
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| Giant puppets can be terrifying |
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| How frightening is this guy? |
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| Jack is a brave little boy |
Check out the article I wrote about this exciting spectacle: Strange creatures and clean up downtown Tacoma.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Free For All
Brittany and I are pretty excited about the upcoming Fall Free For All community arts festival. It's happening this weekend, and it's completely free. We just have to decide which event(s) Jack will like most. Check out this article I wrote about it.
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