I did the bike/bus combo to meet my friend L. at Elliot Bay Books for coffee. It was warmer than expected and truly, a beautiful morning to be out and about on the bike. The ride to/from West Seattle across the Duwamish Slough is my favorite thing about biking into downtown.
[tags]Seattle, Harbor Island[/tags]… continued…
shill: a person who publicizes or praises something or someone for reasons of self-interest, personal profit, or friendship or loyalty.
One: A major airlines offered to comp my flights for my upcoming trip. We talked for a little while about how that would work. The airlines would provide free flights if I agreed to give them an exclusive listing as the carrier. I said I could not do that. They countered with a suggestion that I give them top billing.… continued…
Having successfully navigated the world of transportation and accommodation with regards to our upcoming adventure, I am turning myself to the next scheduling dilemma: how to spend our days.
Wait. Stop. Let’s back up for a minute.
Can we, for the duration of this project, agree, that you, my loyal reader, are sitting at your computer saying, “Oh, boo f*ing hoo. Give me a freakin’ break. Are you really going to complain about the fact that you can’t decide if the best use of your time is going kayaking on the Wailua River or having a lush brunch at the vanilla plantation?… continued…
Last year around this time there were huge storms that took down trees and took out power – some neighborhoods were off the grid for a week or more. The winds started yesterday afternoon and around 6pm, I had to go on a little hunt to find my garbage can, which the wind had wedged in my neighbors’ driveway between their overturned (empty) recycling bin and their own cans. I also had to round up a number of stray objects from the yar – the watering can, a bucket, the lid to the BBQ… all had gone wandering in the 47mph winds.… continued…
When you really devote yourself to eating sustainable seafood, you end up in some tight corners. Case in point: I was feeling pretty okay as I tossed the Canadian Rockfish fillet in my basket, but when I got home and looked up the fish on my favorite source, I realized it was, again, not that simple. Do I know if my Rockfish is trawl caught or line caught? I have no idea. None. Nada. Dammit. I didn’t realize this was an issue, even, I thought that the fish on hand was okay.… continued…
