you can't sit here & drink beer...
March 31, 2022
…this is my dog park
…this is my bike path
…this is my side walk
…this is my office plaza
...this is my court house
...this is my retaining wall
...this is my short cut
…this is my train station
…this is my over pass
…this is my ship canal
…this is my gas station
…this is my coffee shop
I can count on one hand the number of times I was actually asked to move, as in not to “sit here and drink beer”
More than once it was from the self-proclaimed dog park steward at what I like to call Dikmen Dog Park because 1127 Pine, the home of Dikmen Travel, used to throw off rookies at Elliott Bay. And this shitty little dog park is spitting distance from there. I say Plymouth Pillars Park only for the Pillars across Boren.
97% of those times I was asked to move, I was sitting next to Steve Young, that guy in the photo that Todd took at 1202 2nd Ave.
Once upon a time, a security guard came out the back door of 904 7th Avenue and asked us to move along. We just chuckled because he obviously had absolutely nothing else to do and he actually got off his ass and walked around the building to talk to us.
Another time, Steve and I sat on a circular cement bollard and had a couple tall cans. Several US Marshals walked past and just smiled shaking their heads. We were sitting directly beneath a US District Court security camera. The Marshals were cool, they never actually asked us to move. They just wanted us to know that they knew and it was all in a day’s work, for us and for them.
I always say it’s hiding in plain sight. But like Toothaker says, perhaps it’s not hiding at all, it’s a natural part of the landscape so it just blends in. Or it did way back when.
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except bicycles
March 30, 2022
Ask me about this bifurcated arrow at 43rd & Brooklyn and I might say, “that sign would look good in my bathroom” Then I’d take a moment to try to see it through the eyes of the average aggro UberEats - DoorDash driver that just wants to get over to the Ave for some Sushi Burritos and tubs of Pad Thai but he has to go up to 45th or down to 42nd. If he was on a bike he could plow straight ahead through the choked-down picnic-tabled bike-lane mumbo-jumbo.
Ask me about the bifurcated arrow inked seven layers deep on my forearm and I might say nothing because it’s personal and there’s no way to explain tattoos to people that ask stupid questions on elevators just before they ask if it’s raining. But after a few beers I might change the subject and tell you about the bifurcated kangaroo penis and how it’s a perfect match for the female kangaroo’s dual vaginas. Then we could chat about the right tool for the job.
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Jack Ass
March 29, 2022
Matt Face gave me the parking sign in 2007 found on the sidewalk somewhere along the Pike-Pine corridor
Robert Arzoo gave me Anatomy Man in 1993 a Bellingham thriftstore score and the 99 cent price tag is still on his scapula
Tom Bice gave me the fake cactus in 1999 as WA Legal was moving from 89 S. Washington up to its current spot
My old lady gave me 5 rolls of TP yesterday
the shelves were built along the way
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in plain sight
March 28, 2022
three legged dog
home sweet home
protected bike lane
oxymoron or paradox
three orange whips
in plain sight
Amazon prime membership
climate pledge horseshit
single use throwaway
plastic dental pick
out the window
down the drain
environmental impact statement
three story townhouses
there goes the
neigh bor hood
oriented strand board
offgassing until 2033
supply chain logistics
final fifty feet
consumer price index
last ditch effort
hoseclamp milkcrate douchebag
solid state technology
hand shake deal
reinvent the wheel
built to last
made in america?
they say this
too shall pass
until further notice
is it raining?
moment of inertia
coefficient of friction
super saccharine authenticity
fake as fuck
location location location
rose rose rose
any other name
smell as sweet
sound and fury
signifying nothing bro
rad power bike
on your left
range of motion
complete the circle
bifurcated arrow head
ONEWAY or another
dead end street
lather rinse repeat
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like a scruffy nerf herder
March 25, 2022
I'm not your Bucky
I'm not your Jimmy John
I'm Mr McFeely on an electric assist bathtub and today's my Friday
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throwback thursday on wednesday
March 23, 2022
who's Lenore?
March 22, 2022
COSTCO cupcakes
March 17, 2022
I don’t need a reason or an excuse or an invitation to drink beer no food coloring thankyou or kiss me I’m not Irish t-shirt on a hallmark holiday marked by a half rack of stale shamrock COSTCO cupcakes in the breakroom and half ass dollar store decorations from the so-called office party where no one cared enough to attend except Sherri from accounts payable downtrodden but always trying to be upbeat in the glittery green deely-bobber antenna she wore last year and the year before to the virtual celebration.
you won't see me at MacOflanahan’s for green beer happy hour
I’ll be hiding in plain sight somewhere
you won’t see me
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free beer tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow
March 16, 2022
Naomi, did I moan?
March 15, 2022
Zeppelin II on cassette
endlessly looping
in the B210 with
auto reverse
one way or another
like a palindrome:
Naomi, did I moan?
Enid and Edna dine
Al lets Della call Ed Stella
he lived as a devil, eh?
recapitulated
regurgitated
rewound
replayed
rerun that old pb&j
in your jacket pocket
from the last
time it rained
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Mad Fiber
March 11, 2022
daylight savings
March 11, 2022
kickstand
March 10, 2022
black is the new black
March 7, 2022
“did you find anything at the thrift store?” my old lady asked
“another black t-shirt” I said
then she not so much laughed as exhaled and imperceptibly shook her head non verbally saying “are you fucking kidding me?”
but this one’s sweet and I’m going to silkscreen it into a one-of-a-kind one-at-a-time creation kinda sorta like all the other black t-shirts I screen and wear
and I also found some $75 Izod golf pants for $5 and cut them off at the knee and I’ll be wearing them until they fall apart. because golf pants are the new black. because golf pants are the new Carhartts. because golf pants are the new Dickies. no joke. they’re stretchy quick-dry and they have six deep pockets that are cut just right for e-assist bathtub Mr. McFeely delivery. they’re built better than cycling “lifestyle” pants and they’re ubiquitous in thrift stores if you know what you’re looking for
mark my words
it’s a quality of life issue
you may recall a previous jaunt down golf pants road roundabout 16 years ago, but that was just a 100% cotton folly more about the matching coozie and toptube pad courtesy of those guys down at DANK bags
this time it's for real
those cotton shorts didn't last long and the roadmaster coozie was re-gifted or traded away but my bike wore that toptube pad to work today in a phantom-nostalgia-full-cirlcle way
it doesn't match my Izod cutoffs and the other six layers of black clothing I'm wearing but it's there because because because
because of the wonderful things it does
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Bo Peep
March 4, 2022
perceived reality is reality
don’t ask questions
choke it down with
a couple placebos
call me in the morning
it is what it is
if you think it is
isn’t it?
is that all there is?
it’s all about you
it’s not about me
your perception is your reality
I’m pretty perceptive in a
tone deaf
narrow minded
blissfully ignorant
Bo Peep way
until further notice
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