i'm a sucker for windows









what about protestant seamen?









monday night football, seattle style.
below, a portion of the 'chef's choice' from shiro's and a beer.

note: the tamago is my standing choice for dessert.




amy, d., blondie and mahoney...if you ever make it out this way...
we'll have a drink or two at two bells...



and one of my favorite snapshots is behind the cut.
sometimes, comfort food helps.
until friday, i had never been to top pot doughnuts.
nothing better than a chocolate glazed old fashioned in my book.

staged but not a ransom note.

nothing but cumbs and crumpled nakpkins.
must clean the glaze from the corners of my mouth and finger tips.

love the bauhaus design of the shop. thank-you walter gropius!

of course, in seattle this was not found in front of a coffee shop.

congratulations, jenn!

jenn read during the seattle spit at the wildrose. nice work, jenn.
the snapshots i took were awful, trust me. so make due with this one.

and no, pittsburgh is not 'east coast'. some may be inclined to argue it's not even in the northeast but i disagree. well, at least pittsburgh is not in the mid-west like, say, columbus.

tracy, you missed this by two days. yes, the scaffolding is still up. sure, it's hazy.
at the same time, the wrap is off and the sun is out.





pie and paella night at jenn's.

photo taken and posted at jenn's request.

two, three, four days...more days is okay.
two, three, four nights...more nights is alright.
-- from 'in the back of the car', emo.

somewhere on capitol hill, near baguette box.

unfortunately, no windmill holes. curses!






a round of golf often cures my ailments.
both of these 'installations' are by a friend who works at a snowboard/skateshop near the ferry terminal.



another week, another 'incident'.
the ferry approaching the bainbridge island terminal.



anhl capured this veiled moment during dinner at veil.


nothing quite like walking on to the washington state ferry system carring this:

deanna, this is a sacrifice i would make only for you.
experimental music night at the baltic room with anhl and babs!

the approach to the fremont bridge
is being torn down. oddly, the bridge will remain open during the construction. oh, and seattle is home to five, count 'em, five! bascule bridges.





jenn and her camera strike again.
muy caliente!


this was a good day. fremont on saturday, the morning after g's 'moving to maine' debauchery.
spring in seattle: sunny, windy and chilly. haircut at rudy's, waxing with the stern vietnamese ladies, lunch at baguette box with lefty, a surprise call from amymo and shoes. pointy shoes.




snapshots from march. temple billiards with the gals just before heading out to hear a very bad dj.


emma's tail while she's busy with a bone.


"Steve Austin, astronaut, a man barely alive. Gentlemen, we can rebuild him, we have the technology. We have the capability to make the worlds first Bionic man. Steve Austin will be that man. Better than he was before. Better. Stronger. Faster."
spent a fabulous day at snoqualmie pass with my pallies. a bit of an akward end, but i'll be back soon.



pallie from chicago saw ice on the river on wednesday morning.

i took the 7:05 boat in and saw a beautiful sunrise.

red sky at night, sailor's delight
red sky at morning, sailor's take warning
that proverb reminds me of my grandmother. and shakespeare.
congratulations on your new bambino brian!








dinner with pals, the night before thanksgiving

i like this one better than ck's post

a whole lot of great food came out of these two pots

anh hates to have her photo taken, which is odd since...

david has a great eye.

ck an onion and a knife. only good things happen.

louis.










i finished reading 'Julie and Julia' and thought it might be fun to put a bit more context to Julie's experience. I've never had a copy of 'Mastering the Art of French Cooking', so this seems like as good a time as any to take a peek.
note: there is a somewhat obvious joke in this post, but i'll refrain.
three of the five members of the howard fishman quartet, and one audience member, in a photo booth.
nope. that's not a typo.


yesterday, walsh was a champ and took the day off to hang with me and bellandi!
we headed to the museum...

happy birthday, pops!

i hope you remembered to burp me after this feeding!
i'm always surprised to be reminded of clb's resemblance to you. i posted a snapshot of me, you, clb and smb sr. at the house on 6th ave. so check out the link below...
starting a day trip to san jose.

this photo is blurry and by the time i returned home, i was too. i'd been awake for > 24 hours for the thrid time in three weeks. who needs sleep anyway?

no, i'm not reading homer. i'm listening to death cab for cutie as i post this.
that tbt hoo-ha is going to be some fun.

after much preparation and planning, area 51 is secure and ready for the masses. queue the soundtrack!

anne, a.k.a. nikon queen, shoots herself in the finger....




happy birthday, pallie!