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April 27, 2010

Sunday afternoon on the way to the bar I stopped to check out the new Blick art supply store on Broadway, which is a welcome addition to the neighborhood and a new source of silkscreen supplies as well as acid free archival quality paper and those cute little wood figures with articulated joints and a metal rod up their ass. And it’s all located even closer to pilderwasser world headquarters.

I locked up my trusty basket bike on Pine Street and went in the store for 4 minutes. When I came out I noticed right away someone had stolen the rain jacket I had stashed under the basket, which I sometimes do when I’ll be out for six or eight hours in unpredictable Seattle weather. I prefer to go bagless on weekends after schlepping a bag 40 hours per week. So before leaving home I grabbed a jacket and actually verbalized loud enough for my cat to hear, “I’ll grab one that I won’t be too worried about getting stolen” And about 12 minutes later it was stolen. This was a light wind-proof water-resistant jacket that I bought at a thrift store a few years ago. It literally had duct tape augmenting the right shoulder and reflective stripes stripping & ripping off from heavy use. This was not Rapha or Castelli or Assos this was a $5 jacket, but I actually wore it and could have used it yesterday at work when the rains came.

When I arrived at the bar Sunday, still angry about my jacket, I had big thoughts of writing ranting whining about stupid people stealing stupid shit off of other people’s bikes and karma coming around. Then I had a few beers and went to see the Seattle poetry grand slam championship and listened to people talking speaking presenting performing some intense personal political powerful things and it sort of made me put my missing jacket in perspective and try not to whine about weak little things like fluffy pink coffee drinks. The ride home that night was relatively warm and dry and I have other jackets I can take to work today.

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sugarbear said...

so why did you go see the Seattle poetry grand slam championship? you should BE the champ YO!!