Category Archives: Reasons for Things

Well thought-out posts and in-depth observations. Warning: may contain extensive abstract thought.

Lower Queen Anne

In this neighborhood I’ll never run out of things to do. It’s the perfect mix of ritzy hippie to allow an artist like me to occupy the basement units. I’ve developed a 6th sense for dives because at least twice I’ve walked by a place on my way somewhere, stopped, turned around and gone into the place. Both have been excellent. The Mecca, mentioned earlier, and now the Streamline TavernContinue reading Lower Queen Anne

Tinder

I met a great person over the weekend. He’s a nice guy that I really enjoy and he seems to like me a whole bunch in return. So I figure this is the perfect time to try out Tinder.  Just like not going to the supermarket hungry, I don’t want to try out the most effective hookup app of all time when I’m desperate and lonely.  It’s much easier to spot sketchy people when your self-esteem is recently boosted.  It’s probably why getting job offers always seem to come in clumps too.  Continue reading Tinder

Political Fiction

I spent so much of my life representing an unheard voice in American politics I’ve almost forgotten which stance I used to take.  Continue reading Political Fiction

How Much Again?

How do you handle sitting at the bar watching people leave one dollar on a 2-drink order? I feel like there should be an underground signal we use to identify these patrons. Non-tippers are the worst but under-tippers are their own kind of bad. If you don’t know why the convention is a dollar per drink then I’ll tell you this – it’s not generosity. It’s because that person just handed you a drink. Period. It’s the unspoken convenience charge for you getting to drink in public. Because here’s the truth – bars have a right not to serve you. And if it were my bar, I’d tell people who don’t tip my staff not to bother coming in again. I think denying service to bad customers would result in a better class of patronage. If you don’t have the money to tip, don’t go out. It’s that simple.

But this could all be fixed if we utilize my primary plan. Force all American children to work at least 3 months in the service industry at the age of 18. Not only would it create a more polite society but people would start to understand the value of getting food and drinks in a public place where they don’t have to lift a finger to make anything or clean up after anyone. An added benefit is that career servers and bartenders would have an endless source of intern-style proteges to do the things no one likes doing. Clean the bathrooms, take out the trash, do the dishes. You know, all the things your parents do for you as children. Who knows, this could spurn a whole new trend of respecting our elders too. It would certainly prepare more people for adulthood.

Can I run for office on a platform of a mandatory service draft?

I’m Gonna Die

As I traipse around Memphis with no car and very little energy I have one overwhelming thought running through my mind – Why did I do this? All of the things happening in my life sound like good things when you say them out loud.
“I’m moving to Seattle.”
“I visited the Grand Canyon.”
“I’m flying my cats home with me on Tuesday.”
The responses I get are unanimously encouraging because that’s how you react when someone does something massively life-changing. Unfortunately these platitudes are hollow as birthday wishes on Facebook. Most people are just thinly veiling jealous resentment or straight up apathy.

So I smile and let them tell me about their road trip or the time they visited the Canyon. All the while I’m repressing a constant state of panic that no one takes seriously. I spend my time keeping the quiver out of my voice and fighting back tears. I’m fully convinced that this venture is going to kill me. It’s the only logical answer to this much fear. I’m going to die in the pacific northwest.

No matter how great my fortune seems right now the cold hand of terror is gripping my chest. I can sense my own mortality and only the convention of human existence keeps me going. Those who have gone before me continually assure me I’ll be fine. I just ask them to recall the last time they voluntarily abandoned everything familiar to live completely alone with no solid plan for the future. The most common response is a knowing smile and pat on my shoulder.

I’m never gonna survive this life. But I’ll go down swinging.

Makes Me Want To Stand Still

It’s almost a week since I drove out of Memphis and yet I’m right back here again. I decided that flying my cats on a plane is easier (for all of us) than having them in the car for 4 days. The motels I used did have options for pets but I would have felt bad leaving them in the car for an hour at the Grand Canyon. Instead they are going to cuddle next to each other in a bag for the most terrifying 10 hours of their existence. Unless the plane crashes, they’ll survive.

I wish I’d finished closing up my old apartment before leaving. I did 93% of the work and that seemed like enough at the time. Coming back, it feels like I could have done more. Fortunately I have help. Here I have people that come to my aid almost without having to ask. It’s what family does for each other around here. In Seattle, I have absolutely no help so if I want something done… ya know. Whenever I need something, my primary solution is to just do without. If I still need it the next day – order it from Amazon.

Given my disposition, it’s a risky startup. While the independence I gain each day I survive fills me with overwhelming happiness, the risk of falling into a deep depressive episode remains very real. All it takes is one crisis I don’t have a fix for and I could plummet into a pit of self-disgust and worthlessness. Fortunately, I take my meds and do my yoga. After that it’s just one day at a time.

How To Leave Home

I came up with the URL name on vacation in the PNW. I got invited to a pizza party at Penny Arcade and we turned it into a 4 day vacation. Dave took a picture of me at Discovery Park doing tree pose with the Sound in the background. I felt at home there. I wished for a step-by-step guide on leaving the place you’ve lived your whole life. On the flip side, I urgently needed advice on how to not leave Seattle. The name of this project – it felt right. I purchased a 3-year lease on the internet and set to work.  Continue reading How To Leave Home

No Rest for the Weary

I made the mistake of letting myself relax. I moved all of the furniture that matters to anyone. 90% of my things are either packed or thrown away. I even did laundry so all the clothes I pack are clean.  Continue reading No Rest for the Weary

Ice Lessons Learned

There’s a wintry mix predicted for the early AM. I got a good parking space parked on level ground so I ain’t movin’ the car.  As much as I’d like to be out tonight on my last Thursday in Memphis there’s just no competing with a parking spot I won’t get stuck in due to ice. It’s close enough to the front door I can even pack it up tomorrow afternoon without moving.

Yeah, I’m just hoping for a ride tonight and I’m not even hoping very hard. Being warm seems superior in general.