Bus-ted.

Glad I didn't need to go anywhere important today! The above crash took place not too far away from where I live. Bryn was thinking of heading out for some errands but decided--with no external prodding--that he would just go downstairs to QFC and make do with what he could get nearby. Photo is from the Seattle Times article.

Dwelling #199

I feel like an art collector right now. Why? Because just this week, I paid more than twenty-five bucks for a piece of art. And it isn't merely a framed poster, no! It is a real, bona-fide, original painting. It was't planned. I took Snotty to Madrona for lunch at the Hi-Spot and we were wandering around the neighborhood checking out cool places afterwards. I had no plans on buying anything, I was just looking. And yet, when we walked by a store called Jaywalk, I clutched Snotty's arm and said, "We have to go in there." And we did. And I saw Dwelling #199 by local artist Graham Fracha hanging on the wall and suddenly I knew, knew, KNEW that I had to own it. So much for quitting my job though. Now I have to pay myself back the money in savings for next semester. But it was worth it.

Seattle Sunset

Although I am happy that Fall has finally reared its ugly head and we will only have grey skies and rain for the next 9 months, I was happy to get these sunset shots last week while it was still nice out. Taken from the rooftop deck of my building. They aren't nearly as good as the real thing! I had happened to go up there one evening on a whim and made it just in time to watch the sun go down behind the Olympics. I'm a sucker for mountains.

Start Carrying Some Change (Or Else!)

Well, since I haven't bothered to come up with any particularly original blogs lately, I'll throw up another recycling of a news item. I just read about a panhandler who shot a man who refused to give her spare change.

Why is this significant? I can totally see this happening in Seattle at some point too. In fact, I distinctly recall a homeless guy muttering, "F**k you," at a group of us last week when our class was out taking photos in Pioneer Square looking for project sites and none of us gave him any change. (Perhaps cussing is a gateway activity to shooting?)

There's plenty of activity on the streets of Seattle as far as homeless people are concerned. I think it has to do with the fact that Pacific Northwesterner's are so passive-agressive and don't want to actually deal with any problems that don't involve rainbows, smiles, and sunshine as an end result. Until we get enough pissed-off Easterners out here to take matters into their own hands, we will be asked for change about forty-seven times a day.

$200,000 Toilets. (And they aren't solid gold.)

I wasn't at all sad when I heard that the City of Seattle would be closing their public toilets and perhaps selling them on Ebay. If anything, it was cause for celebration! But I ran across a Human Nature blog entry by Will Saletan (I adore him) that had the following quote... of a quote:

The toilets ended up so gross and scary that even homeless people wouldn't
use them. One woman supplies this fantastic quote to the New York Times: "I used to smoke crack in there. But I won't even go inside that thing now. It's disgusting."