The thing most people asked about with me moving to Seattle was, “Doesn’t it rain a lot there?” Continue reading Pouring
Category Archives: Quick Thoughts
My PSA
Ladies, to increase the chance of oral sex try keeping your pubic hair neat and trimmed.
Gents – same as above but replace the phrase “of oral sex” with “that I’ll even look at it”.
Thank you.
Dating
In this strange world of open relationships and unlimited spots for first dates, I can lose focus on lessons I’ve already learned. It’s easy to get swept away in the thrill of romance and promise of support. In less than three weeks, dating went from fun to overwhelming. Each action I chose seemed to steer me farther from my confidence. It’s like my wires were crossed and I kept mistaking flattery for friendship. So yesterday I went out with an honest-to-gawd friend.
A rarity on in general, I located a local person who knew me before all this change made me shiny and new. That alone is a treasure. But this is someone from my past that I actually LIKE. That’s almost unheard of. I spent the whole day with someone that doesn’t judge anything about me and it was refreshing. Like a cool breeze in a desert full of strangers I rediscovered my joy at how far I’ve come. Nothing better than a surprise witness to shock the system.
I go forward with a more solid sense of self. I’m not sure what “dating” is these days. I want to explore the idea because meeting new people is fun. I’ve been watching this dance for many years now and I know the red flags. I’m a strong, proud woman with a little girl inside that’s far, far away from home. In a way… I’m still shocked they allow me into the state, let alone fraternizing with the natives.
Puppy Photos
Today, my incredibly sparse Facebook news feed surged with supportive messages incorporating pictures of dogs.
Who’s about to die?
Perfect Day
When everything goes better than you could have hoped.
Conditioned Air
The biggest luxury of my new apartment is the air conditioning. Not the fancy compressor kind. Seattle itself is a swamp cooler, especially on the underground side. All I brought is the fan. The whole apartment is a breezy 62° at all times. Having an entire separate room to sleep in – lap of luxury that I’m in – allows me to keep a permanently warm 75° den for just my bed, my clothes and my cats. It’s an interesting environmental duality. Gives me endless choices when it comes to yoga. Continue reading Conditioned Air
Tenured.
Good, solid movie. It stars a lovable idiot, smart ass kids and no real sense of conclusion. Perfect hour and a half wasted.
I’m discovering how hard it is to keep myself protected without seeming pretentious. I’m very open to all sorts of people. I just don’t feel a need to be gentle. I’ve got a fire brewing inside of me and everyone can feel the warmth. I encourage you to bask but don’t you assume you get to light that torch. I can finally relate to the person that wants to climb Everest. It’s not so you can say you can… it’s just that you can.
Tough love is really my strong suit because it mixes the two things I’m good at: brutal honesty and empathy. There’s nothing I can possibly say to you that I haven’t thought about toward myself. It wasn’t until I stopped coddling my ego and embracing my full self that improvement occurred. Doing nothing is the only logical reaction for people that refuse to allow happiness into their lives.
I don’t have time to babysit anyone anymore.
Amazon Prime, NOW!
There’s an app for Amazon Prime members that offers a 2-hour delivery service in your local area. It should be noted, the app is rated T for teen. Because getting shit without exerting effort is how teenagers generally view the world? More likely they are marketing young so there will be an entire generation of spoiled brats who don’t remember waiting more than an hour for anything. I think that sums up about how vital a service like this is for daily living. Then again, it’s available in my area and they deliver food from local restaurants. So yeah, I’ll probably use it.
The part I find most disturbing is the public opinion expressed through, what else, Amazon reviews. Hovering around 3.7 stars, the people that laud the idea with 5 stars (41%) are appropriately awed at how fast and convenient it all is. Then there’s the 1 stars reviewers (32%) that either complain it’s not available on laptops or bitch about “hidden fees”, like tipping the delivery person. I guess these people have never had anything delivered by a person ever? Just because Amazon is offering the service doesn’t mean the custom of tipping has been obliterated. As the adage goes: fast, cheap, good – choose two.
The fact it’s only available as a phone app (in opposed to accessible via web browser) makes sense to me and honestly seems like a blessing. This isn’t a service you should use for everything; having it available at all times can only facilitate more impulsive purchasing. Most Americans are more attached to their phones than their house keys and phone use is far more prevalent in the younger market, which they’ve already admitted to targeting. So in general, if typing on your phone is too annoying, maybe you’d prefer to walk down the street and pick up your own loaf of bread. No? Well then pull out your phone, thank the delivery person and don’t forget to tip!
Streamline Tavern
Americana distilled, this dive bar apparently got ousted from their original spot on Mercer a year ago due to increased rent costs. So they picked up the bar and walked it one block over to set up shop in another dive spot that was about to close down. Timing worked out for everyone but the bartender confessed that it’s a sign of the time. Apparently a wave of dive bar closures hit Queen Anne recently and the two I’ve found are the remaining holdouts. Based on what I’ve seen, this place should be able to eke out another decade or two at least.
The entire place is lit by neon lights and Christmas lights scattered like cobwebs around the ceiling edges. It’s my second time here and I’m already chatting with the adorable bartender who also reminds me of an old friend. Maybe I’ve had too many friends? Of course, I met most of them while drunk so there’s still room to make an impression. The Wednesday night regulars are filtering in, filling the gaps at the bar. There’s a community of artists in the corner booth with paper and sketches spread out. Two strangers sit across from me watching TV over my head.
The pints of cider are $5 and there’s a coin-op pool table. Most of the patrons seem to smoke cigarettes outside, so having a dugout/joints with me will blend right in. I predict a lot of my laundry money will derive from visits here. “Uh oh, I’m low on quarters. Time to play some pool at the Streamline.” I wonder if they have a weekly pool tournament?