Thursday, October 31, 2013

Zissou

"Don't point that gun at him, he's an unpaid intern."

Happy Halloween


Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Monday, October 28, 2013

GQ City Guide

GQ recently published a remarkably good primer on current Seattle hotspots.  Much to GQ's credit, it omitted any Tom Douglas restaurants from the list.  The only knock against it is the inclusion of Von Trapp's, which should be avoided by all but those lacking eyes, ears and taste buds.

Modern Is Not Contemporary

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Purple

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Friday, October 25, 2013

“At the heart of this decision, the question I really don't want to face, is this: who do you want to be, the person you hope to be, or the person you fear you actually are?” - John Hodgman

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Saturday, October 19, 2013

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass." - Anton Chekhov

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Friday, October 11, 2013

Monday, October 7, 2013

Hop Fest


Visted the family and tasted a bunch of IPAs at the Yakima Hop Festival over the weekend. Great beer and people watching. Notable was the sense one got that various people in the crowd had chosen a given decade of their life in which they would stop changing their look and then really stuck with it, somehow managing to find places to still acquire clothes that Jaime and I would have otherwise assumed had disappeared in great cargo containers addressed to aid groups overseas many years ago. As always (and maybe more so than ever), it was great to see our Yakima family members and learn about all of my nephews' latest interests (a game called "rat catchers" for the younger and playing catch for the older). I played catch for a while with my older nephew; there was a moment when he handed me the glove when I wondered "do I still know how to do this?" It turns out I (sort of) do. Yes, I did hit him with the baseball, but we both agreed that, given the lob-type throw and the pronounced downward angle at which it struck his leg, the impact was the result of his missing the catch rather than me doing anything wanton, negligent, etc. This is not to say I wasn't doing some quick mental culpability analysis when he dropped to the ground clutching his stricken limb (no tears, tough kid).