Sunday, October 27, 2013

How President Q Got His Groove Back

It's a heart-warming tale of a stolen bicycle being replaced by a new, fancier bicycle. Notice the Christmas morning look on his face. Is it dusty in here?

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Baltimore: City of Brick and Aluminum Siding

Mr. Henry, my 8th grade American history teacher, would spit with anger at me telling locals how excited I was to see the USS Constitution. In fact, the ship is the USS Constellation.

This is an old city. The churches here are older than God. 

Friday, October 18, 2013

Doing the best that you can

The bathroom for Klaus' apartment is actually separate from the unit, and is located in the building's main hallway. Often the door is left open. Tonight, this is view from the lobby.
I ran into my neighbor Klaus* this morning, 20-something urban hillbilly with thick glasses, mustache, and an amiable outlook on life.

Sitting on the back steps, splayed out as though posing for a Fruit of the Loom advertisement yet dressed fully in an oversized ensemble of camouflage fatigues, he puffed casually from a poorly rolled joint.

Nothing about him communicated “up tight” or “judgmental.” He cut the ribsy figure of a post-survivalist Lebowski, a near-sighted Dale Gribble on Xanax, digging the shit-strewn moral wasteland that is a University District alley. His camouflage didn't match – trousers were woodland camo, coat was MultiCam camo – but he didn't seem to care.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Fog before glory

Hey, Queen Anne, down in front!
Here is a picture taken by Steph on a recent morning, showing the view of downtown from a high vantage in Magnolia.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Waiting for the silvers to rise

Far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines

This is how a robot sees the stars

Nights like tonight are the best. Cold enough to compel the suckers to think twice, cold enough to require long sleeves, but not frigid, not yet. A water main broke beneath the 45th Street viaduct, ejaculating fluid everywhere, making a complete mess. The Burke Gilman is unaffected.

Monday, October 7, 2013

I Make It Rain!

Sheltered by a Central District tree, where I almost turned around
The second I walked outside, at 11 p.m., the rain started. It had been dry, warm and sunny all day.

I listened to Metallica, Black Sabbath, and Wolfmother.

By the time I made it to the Central District, I was wet. Waiting beneath a tree, I watched the rain for a reprieve. None was forthcoming. I started back north, chickening out, then thought better of it, chickening out on chickening out, and turned around. A made it a block, then turned around again. I must have done this a couple more times, chickening out over and over, before finally asking myself, 'What else do I have to do?' So I continued south.