Tuesday, October 23, 2007

not as beautiful for some

Been couped up in the office quite a bit lately, but today it's beautiful outside -- perfect even. The sky is clear and blue, the temperature just right. I decided I'd better take advantage of this weather before our low ceiling of gray moves in for the next six months or so.

Bought a sandwich down at the market and went down to Victor Steinbrueck Park. The place is a strange mix, above and below, in that it's a grassy spread built atop an aging parking garage. The strangeness above has to do with the people. It's one of the only places in the city where you'll see families and tourists picnicking and sunbathing next to scatterings of homeless alcoholics and drug users. A juxtaposition of affluence and abjection.

And the most interesting thing: Everyone seems to get along just fine.

I finished most of my sandwich, but there were a few good bites left and I hadn't even touched the pickle or the little cup of pasta salad that came with it. As I closed up the to-go box, I noticed a woman walking around nearby. Thin body, drawn face, long gray hair, dirty clothes.

I'd seen her before. A couple of months ago, I saw her digging through the trash, picking out whatever food scraps she could. I'd walked over to her and given her my leftovers so she wouldn't have to dig anymore. She thanked me and I went back to work.

Here she was again. I don't know if she recognized me. Probably not. But she sat on a bench directly across from me and looked my way from time to time -- or more to the point, toward my box of lunch scraps. I set the box on the concrete beside me, knowing (or hoping) that as soon as I got up and left, she would claim it. Just as I was about to leave, however, a man came from behind me, grabbed the box and walked away, almost before I even knew what had happened.

I watched the man carry the box of half-eaten food across the grassy park to a spot beside a lone tree where he'd undoubtedly been watching for such an opportunity.

I got up to leave, looked at the woman. She looked at me and shrugged as if to suggest that I'd had the right idea. That there'd be other opportunities for her. And that the man by the tree needs to eat too.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Review: St. Vincent + The National [07Oct02]

Just posted a concert review on Seattlest for St. Vincent and The National (Tuesday night show at The Showbox). I'm pretty happy with it. Check it out, if you like.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

aurora dark

three fifty eight
roll north
roll home

aurora dark
heart of seattle
beating pulsing
constant artery

old man get off
dig through trash
no food kick can
now what

little boy play daddy
let mommy sleep
she tired
tell baby sis no candy
no money
be quiet

doper pet doggy
and smile
no teeth that smile

pretty girl can't sit still
girl smoke crystal
pretty girl no more

three fifty eight
roll north
roll home

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

mellow, sort of

Slow day, one of those days. Those days in which it's easy to get carried away.

Carried away, I was, to a bookstore for lunch. Lots of new books out I'd love to read and will, but in the meantime I've a stack of books at home I should lay my attentions on before spending money on more more more.

New books I'd love to read someday:
- Bowl of Cherries by Millard Kaufman
- Tree of Smoke by Denis Johnson

Books I've alread got and are in the queue:
- What is the What by Dave Eggers
-A Decade of Curious People and Dangerous Ideas by Chuck Klosterman IV ...Technically this one belongs to my cousin Debbi, but she moved to Amsterdam, so what's she going to do about it? Nothing. Oh, and Debbi... I'm a really slow reader. Sorry!

When the work day closes, I'll head home for a bit and a bite, but then I'll be back downtown. Going to The Showbox tonight to see The National -- a fantastic band from Brooklyn.

I'm in my headphones now. I'm in there with Iron & Wine's new album, The Shepherd's Dog and it's a nice place to be.