everybody's defenseless against something

I'm back in Seattle for the holiday, where it's been snowing pretty much non-stop.



The kids were sledding down Denny Way

everyone else was at the bar

the roof only leaked when it rained

"I wake in her bed, she crawls over me wet from the shower, kissing and giggling. I leave her at work, kiss her on the steps, I climb on a bus. I break the pill in half, I fall asleep. I dream of galaxies and solar systems. I dream of mile markers and tress passing by and of kings living on hills. I wake up in parking lots and sit under trees. I buy coffee and smoke cigarettes. I eat the other half. No one on this bus knows the secret but they don't exist. I walk through empty seats and squeeze back into mine. The older woman falls asleep next to me and presses her massive breast against my arm. I lay my head back. I fall asleep again. I wake in Portsmouth, I buy a cup of coffee, I walk through the town, desolate. I find a car with a key on the tire. I drive north, along the water and then up in to the wilderness. The trees begin to shrink on the roadside and then they grow tall again. I find the lamb kings awake in the woods and lay my head down on the porch over the water to sleep."

Please go check out the website: Mikael Kennedy.com. He is selling books of his polaroids that are signed and numbered for only 30 or 40 dollars. I thought about how ridiculously cheap that was compared to how amazing the images are, and how much it must mean for an artist to sell works when the economy is this f'd, and bought one on the spot.

days of pie and coffee

A motorist once said to me,
and this was in the country,
on a county lane, a motorist
slowed his vehicle as I was
walking my dear old collie,
Sithney, by the side of the road,
and the motorist came to a halt
mildly alarming both Sithney and myself,
not yet accustomed to automobiles,
and this particular motorist
sent a little spasm of fright up our spines,
which in turn panicked the driver a bit
and it seemed as if we were off to a bad start,
and that's when Sithney began to bark
and the man could not be heard, that is,
if he was speaking or trying to speak
because I was commanding Sithnewy to be silent,
though, indeed I was sympathetic
to his emotional excitement.
It was, as I recall, a day of prodigious beauty.
April 21, 1932--clouds
like the inside of your head explained.
Bluebirds, too numerous to mention.
The clover calling you by name.
And fields oozing green.
And this motorist from nowhere
moving his lips
like the wings of a butterfly
and nothing coming out,
and Sithney silent now.
He was no longer looking at us,
but straight ahead
where his election was in doubt.
"That's a fine dog," he said.
"Collies are made in heaven."
Well, if I were a voting man I'd vote for you, I said.
"A bedoozling day to be lost in the country, I say.
Leastways, I am a misplaced individual."
We introduced ourselves
and swapped a few stories.
He was a veteran and a salesmen
who didn't believe in his product--
I've forgotten what it was--hair restorer,
parrot feed--and he enjoyed nothing more
then a a day spent meandering the back roads
in his jalopy. I gave him directions
to the Denton farm, but I doubt
that he followed them, he didn't
seem to be listening, and it was getting late
and Sithney had an idea of his own
and I don't know why I am remembering this now,
just that he summed himself up by saying
"I've missed too many boats"
and all these years later
I keep thinking that was a man
who loved to miss boats,
but he didn't miss them that much.

-James Tate

what do you mean what do I mean?

tell me anything you want, any old lie will do

Tim called me up the other weekend and told me he's leaving Portland and heading back to CO for the winter, so I drove up the coast to see him before he left.

One of these kids is the son of one of Tim's Portland friends. Tim was being a kind of cool big-brother and taking them all camping.





That's Evan in the black hoody by the way, another of Tim's friends. I could never tolerate underage drinking.

the night Obama was elected

grating the macadam surface

This is what the local trails looked like a few weeks ago.

circled by the circus sands

Recently I haven't had any time, or access to a film scanner, so I haven't had anything to post. Except these webcam stills of a place where I wasn't but wished I was today.