Last week, two different people from two very different places asked me about starter ukes. I tell everyone the same thing: Get a Flea, I love mine, it’s portable, made of plastic (mostly) and fits in the overhead compartment on the plane, plus, it’s sturdy as all get out and does okay if you leave it in a hot car. It’s not super cheap, but it’s not irreplaceable either and it’s friendly, oh so friendly.… continued…
Sunday was perfect. A friend fed us fresh baked biscuits and jam for breakfast, we went for a walk through the market and shot some pictures, stopped for fish and chips at the beach, then went for cupcakes. We had made no plans for Valentine’s Day and really, it could not have been better.… continued…
I’m fond of entropy, the sight of buildings decaying, old facades, rusting metal, or neon signs. When I first moved to Seattle, I used to ride my bike through the intersection where this renovation is taking place, past drug dealers and the needle exchange and a now and then a tent revival and a place where you could buy a vibrant purple suit with wide lapels and hey, why not go with the shiny two tone shoes, while you’re at it.… continued…
