Over It

The Seattle Times is over it with the mob boss-in-chief. (As are local radio stations.)

The Seattle Times

Reminds me of the legendary New York Daily News headline.

an informal survey of a neighborhood

I took a quick, hopefully non-germy walk to pick up groceries and coffee.
It's interesting who's thoughtful and kind, in terms of keeping distance, waiting their turn, etc.
I gotta say, gentlefolk of the male persuasion, you're not doing great.
Is it privilege? Do they not know better? Are they dumb?
I don't have answers. Just noticing that the people crowding me, not giving space, not yielding, including driving like assholes, are 90% white dudes.
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A quick PSA: Kidd Valley takout is not a good idea. Much as I love their veggie burger and want them to stay afloat, they are taking orders over the phone, online and in person simultaneously, with all customers crammed into a tiny front area. Not. Good.
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Much as I'm griping, there is kindness around. At the market, I miraculously found cleaning solution and a breakfast sandwich. I thanked the cashier for being there. He said he hoped the store could stay open. I said I did too, but to please be safe. He said that I was like family, because I've been coming in for so many years, and to be well.
At the coffee shop, strictly limited to 3 persons inside, I ordered coffee and asked about filters. They were out, but the owner gave me some from the store's personal stash and wouldn't take any money for them. I tipped well but still. Wow.
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More boarded up windows and so-long messages around town.

Oddfellows
@ben_busy

new covid hours

Union Coffee

Skillshot

techno gatherings

So online gatherings are our now, and honestly they have been kind of fun!
It's wild to know that no one has plans, or some place to be.
The faces are growing weary and the shared laughs--who can't get video to work, whose ceiling are we staring at, the joys of virtual backgrounds--and stories and virtual toasts are the best medicine.

a somber tour

I took a walk around the neighborhood early this morning. I try to head out early while it's chilly and hopefully quiet.
It's tough to hear about the airlines begging for cash, for a couple of reasons.
One, I live under a flight path (descent to SeaTac) and I STILL hear planes on their descent every minute, like clockwork. If the planes are empty, why are they still flying?
Second, small businesses in my neighborhood continue to close, so get in line, you greedy fat cats.
The nail salons, gyms, yoga and massage places, all closed.
Starbucks, incredibly.
Spin Cycle, a record store, is completely closed with brown paper over the windows.
Lifelong: closed.

Lifelong

Even the big potatoes, the Wells Fargo and T-Mobile, are boarded up for the duration.
The food bank around the corner has tape on the sidewalk, delineating 6 feet apart.

I still see motivational posters, well wishes, and it brings a pang to my chest.

Fantasy A

eat the rich

Seen around town

daily message to the city

The Stranger, Seattle's alt-weekly, is posting a daily message to the city.
What a concept! It's heart-warming and a little terrifying.
Today's is from artist Timothy White Eagle.
Previous messages have come from a drag queen, a musician, and an actor.
Check back daily (and if you can, throw 'em some cash, they're hurting along with the rest of us).