if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate bro
January 28, 2022
super saturation
precipitating the precipitate
turn up the agitation
try some recontextualization
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we're only making plans for Nigel
January 27, 2022
two Jesuses walk into a bar…
…followed closely by
two colloquia
two consortia &
two continua
bartender says, “a fucking plural joke?”
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coffee cashew crow continuum
January 24, 2022
anthropomorphize
decontextualize
pale blue eyes
continuum
consortium
colloquium
whatever it takes
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call me maybe
January 24, 2022
analog
January 21, 2022
1981 Soma Competition lugged steel made in Japan to roll 27 inch wheels. If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times. I got this bike at Bike Works at the 10-9 sale in 1999 when Adam Smith was the entire shop staff in that cute little non profit yellow house bike shop. A bit later at Counterbalance Bicycles, Adam helped me drill out the fork for a recessed bolt to run long reach dual pivot calipers on 700c wheels. Twenty years later I’m squeezing big fat tires in there beneath those calipers and going on and on…
… because I will tell you all about this bike but I don’t want to hear about the gravel bike hall of fame or the e-bike race calendar or whatever iteration du jour will save the bike industry. Kinda sorta exactly like Mark Arm says in the Mudhoney ditty
You got it
Yeah, you got it
So what?
Keep it outta my face
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two Jesi walk into a bar...
January 21, 2022
let this example serve as a parable
or more like a trigger
unleashing two years worth of shit
irritable
bucky
syndrome
saved up masked up pent up
piled up atop everything beneath that
like Tina said “it’s not about the cheese”
one way
or another
what’s next?
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supply chain logistics
January 19, 2022
the Bengals made the playoffs and won a game
last time that happened was January 6, 1991
six degrees plus or minus Jon Bon Jovi
ask me about Cincinnati pilderwasser history
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neither here nor there
January 19, 2022
empty cup holder
full of potential
completely comfortable
continuum carousel
cupping coffee or
coozied cans
sincerely
for real really
PW Asser
President Emeritus
Profile Design Cup Holders Club
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standing water standing by
January 18, 2022
the angle of incidence = the angle of reflection
a swisher wrapper sitting in a puddle is comforting like an old song that takes me back to another time in my life and it beats the shit out of a soiled KN95 or a taped down directional arrow
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3 orange whips
January 17, 2022
Bill Watson rolled through Seattle this weekend so I took out one of my analog bikes and rode it up to the 98105 to meet him for a Big Time beer or three.
I gave him a couple one-of-a-kind pilderwasser branded thrift store scores. And he gave me this coozie which will help me work a little more RAGBRAI into my daily life in gas station parking lots and on park benches.
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on a first-come first-served basis
January 13, 2022
my next tattoo
until further notice
please wait here
on your left
mind the gap
six feet bitch
pivot to remote
instruction expect to
return in person
free beer tomorrow
consumer price index
cost of living
out to lunch
public health experts
proof of vaccination
total shit show
resistance is futile
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powder coated powder coat
January 12, 2022
Alistair probably knows the guy that built this bike and or the guy that was riding it when I took the photo in 2008
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Coie Monster
January 11, 2022
ran into Al from Perkins Coie today as he was on his way to King County Superior Court to actually file some documents with the clerk.
old school o rama
which brings me to this shot of me & Goldsmith circa 1998ish taken by another Wa Legal messenger as we all three were standing by at 1201 waiting for Perkins to call in some sort of last minute rushes to King County and all the opposing counsel chuffers around town.
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fun fun fun 'til Tina took the flatbed away
January 11, 2022
cry me an atmospheric river redux
swamp ass
snot nose
trench foot
coworkers crinkling around in big wet diapers
disciples of Cliff Mass
bring me your tired your poor but
please don't bring me to rain pants
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the boulevard is not that bad
January 11, 2022
my bartender calls it an IPA
my barista calls it a tall drip
my old lady calls it boring
I call it dependable
predictable
like clockwork like
routine consistency
hard wired
muscle memory
call me crusty
autopilot
player piano bro
r e g u l a r
it’s not that I love routine
I’d rather direct my energy
toward other things
At my local Brew Pub the bartender “G” has a pint of Scarlet Fire pouring as I walk through the door and it’s in my hand long before the tourist family that’s inline in front of me finishes sampling and tasting and asking questions about each and every beer on tap.
At one of the only coffee shops that's open on campus these days the barista “B” has a tall drip poured for me long before all the Health Sciences undergrads order their white chocolate mochas and 2.67 pumps of vanilla foo foo moo choo drinks. When she sets it on the counter for me I get some looks because there were no words exchanged between us and my drink is ready before the six people in front of me.
Once upon a simpler time I frequented a coffee shop so often that they named one of their bagel sandwiches after me. Then they went out of business. Correlation, but let's not jump to causation.
Call me crusty. I call it kickass customer service for a consistent customer.
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is she really going out with him?
January 7, 2022
Look over there (where?)
There, there's a lady that I used to know
She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told
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waking up in someone else's dream
January 6, 2022
I wasn't looking for this book
but it found me at my local library
now I'm passing it on like a song stuck in your head
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nothing new under the sun
January 5, 2022
Right about roundabout just about 25 years ago this ad appeared on the back cover of Iron Lung, a Seattle bike messenger zine. Shortly after Kathleen said “fuck off Charles” and just before she opened her own bike shop right around the corner from Wright Bros.
25 years ago I was a messenger wannabe, still three months from my first messenger job. I was working at the Elysian inside Game Works and applying to grad schools. I wrote a little note to the editor of the zine and they reprinted it on page 2
here and now I'm re-reprinting
I know now what I knew then
but I didn’t know then
what I know now
2/11/97
Hey
I’m not a messenger but I have So much respect for those who are. I identify with them more than all the damn CBC- neonclad - “on your left” - STP -rearview mirror on the helmet- Burke Gilman - Gregg's Greenlake - weekend warrior gomers I see on the road. I appreciate the individualism, the freedom, the attitude and the day-to-day grind of riding for a living, even though I don’t do it. I don’t own a car. I own 3 bicycles. I ride to work everyday and I ride for fun too. I got a $47 ticket for not having a headlight on the way to the bar. It was 10:30pm on Capitol Hill and the damn cop spent 20 minutes lecturing me on bicycle safety and about his first bike in 1955 and how it came with a headlight. The aesthetics of my stripped down bike were lost on Officer Friendly: no lights, no reflectors, no fenders, no derailleurs, no toe clips, no stickers, no decals, no name brands, one speed, one hand brake. The ultimate bar bike.
I picked up Iron Lung at Wright Bros. But now I’d love to have it mailed to me. I saw the bike zine article in Bicycling Magazine… …when popular culture finally gets around to looking at what’s really going on, it’s usually stale. And it was.
Thanks
Mark
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same old shit unprecedented
January 4, 2022
slept past my stop
forgot to get a transfer
front and center at the foot of the altar
cathedral stained glass sunbeam
illuminating Our Lady of What Might Have Been
pinching rosary beads for what will never be
praying Patron Saint of Potential Unfulfilled
racking up credits
on a pinball machine in a dream
feeding the feedback loop
shoulda-coulda monster under the bed
waiting hibernating
another late night visit from the Regret Fairy
pillow sprinkled with magic indecision dust
hocus pocus
can’t say no
afraid to say yes
the fence makes the grass look greener
hard deadlines all in my mind
arbitrary expiration dates
best if used by 1997
commitment contract concession
giving up unlimited nights & weekends
offering anytime minutes anytime
replay relationship conversation
you
me
us
we
never said
it goes without saying
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what day is it?
January 3, 2022
maybe not every day
but most days
I'd say
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