So a Person Walks into Nordstrom Rack…

…thinking, “I need some mid-length, fairly simple brown boots. You know, for the cold weather. I bet I can find something like that here.”

Then this person sees this:

shoes1 And then this:


Seriously, Toms, the child in need has suffered enough.

And then this…

Blur due to quivering emotional reaction.

Blur due to quivering emotional reaction.

…and realizes that what they really need is alcohol and the safety of four solid walls.

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”

And an internal exclamation of MERDE is what happens when you’re walking down Broadway, minus your camera, and you pass a guy who is an honest-to-god one-man band, with one of those multi-instrument backpack contraptions and everything, busking in the Chase entryway.

I gave him a dollar because I want him to come back. But in the meantime: keep an eye out! That guy is out there, and he’s amazing! And please give him a dollar so that I’ll see him on a better-prepared kind of day!

It was not this guy, but now that I know that guy exists, that’s a thing that’s going to have to happen. Never let it be said that Deviation Obligatoire does not support, appreciate, and love living cartoons.

Out of the Old, Into the New

Upstairs at the previous location of BauhausThis picture looks like it should be part of a real estate ad for a loft with a price approaching seven figures. “Lots of original charm! Plenty of evidence of this commanding space’s former life as a vibrant neighborhood hangout! Eclectic!” But of course it’s just the emptied-out upstairs of the former Bauhaus space. Even so, I kind of want to put my swank queen mattress here and have an unparalled life of bohemian beauty. Continue reading

Hither and Thither #6

You know, I don’t even want context for this. I like it, just as it is.

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So, I have cats – two of them, both inquisitive and both deeply affected by things that are small, made of hard plastic, and fun to bat off a table. Despite that, I think… I think I need to own this. I need to own it and kind of gently spoon it sometimes when I’m longing for far-off places, and maybe stick my hand inside the tiny rooms to pretend it’s a tiny bit real. Related: how the fuck did Brickcon just happen in my city without me being aware of it at all? I’m going to blame it on being largely offline while I was in Hawaii, because any alternative suggests an intolerable failure on my part.

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An essay about the stifling power of seeking perfection – and how most other people don’t give that much of a shit anyway. And that’s good.

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I’ll make you dinner if you make me one of these with my own dudes on it. (I’m online friends with this person, and it’s extra exciting in this moment.)

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love godA collected photo tour of the abandoned Holy Land theme park in Connecticut, over at Messy Nessy Chic, documents the live times and the end times of what looked to be a somewhat eerie place, even when it wasn’t decaying and covered in graffiti. For bonus unsettling, check out this old Time slideshow of post-Katrina Six Flags New Orleans.

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If you think this applies to you, it does. If you don’t think it does, it still might. Ask your friends.

What I Got Up to Today

Sadness at the Depressed Cake Shop in SeattleI experienced sadness at the Depressed Cake Shop of Seattle. A mere four minutes before I arrived, my friend witnessed the announcement that there were no more grey cakes or pies or anything to be had. Cheers to the fundraiser; alas for the rest of us.

Billie, Pike Place Market Piggy BankI discovered there is a second piggy bank at Pike Place Market. Billie, Rachel‘s more retiring younger sister, sits at a back entrance of the market. She is also pleased to take your spare change.

She’s harder to sit on for pictures, though, as I watched an 11-year-old girl discover as she slid down the back, clutching desperately but futilely to Billie’s back.

upper wall art pike marketI saw some Pike Market art I’d never witnessed. It pleases me that this is still possible. I attribute it to the magic of wandering Pike Market with someone who doesn’t live here. It’s like the Room of Requirement, but with public art.

Mount Rainier, showing off over SODOAnd then we saw this. If my friend wasn’t already pretty much convinced to move here, this might’ve settled it.

My last Americano at Bauhaus, for nowI had my last Americano at Bauhaus – for at least a couple weeks. Appropriately, I was joined by the person I’ve known the longest in Seattle. I’ll talk more about this outing later.

And this is what it looked like on that last night:

The verdant beauty of Bauhaus at nightI realize I’ve been to the last night of several Capitol Hill things – the Vogue, Bailey Coy, and now this. Black widow or opportunist? You decide.

Not pictured: several hours of reading for school; a fine siesta; being in bed with cats; the midnight toast n’ eggs meal I made to settle my coffee-roiled belly.

I’m Back, Kittens

Did you miss me? (No, of course you didn’t, because of the miracle of scheduling posts.)

I have approximately 500-odd pictures to sort through. That’s going to happen soon. Once I get through the gauntlet of work, class, and various obligations. So: November.

In the meantime, I have this for you.

hanauma bayI snorkeled in that. I snorkeled, and it was wonderful, and I chased rainbow fish and was reminded of another layer of being a joyful human being that one can forget about living in the Pacific Northwest. And as being a joyful human being is pretty much my goal above all else*, that is a pretty great thing.

So I shall see you soon with tales of muddy trails, military installation-topped mountains, ripoffs that are worth it, adventures in pescetarianism, and one pale and nerdy person wading through the deep metaphorical waters of a very strange place.

Also, some of those tags? Just reused because I could. I confess.

*The “all else,” however, is an exceptionally long and exciting list these days.