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the last travel weekend for a while
Jun. 12th, 2023 06:38 amI went to the Georgetown Carnival on Saturday afternoon, which happened for the first time in four years. I watched the power tool races over the shoulders of others. I saw and lusted after SIGIL jewelry. I was about to say "and its lovely proprietress A", but believe it or not, I don't lust after A. She's straight, and my libido has no taste.
Saw a giant spider sculpture as tall as a person as I turned a corner. I have friends who would... not like that. I ran into Empress, who just got a job running the arts promotion org for Georgetown. Her resumé is perfect for the job, being a working artist herself who at least used to be part of a collective there. (Iron Monkeys, n'est ce pas?) Anyway, I couldn't help observing how my neighborhood, Fremont, thirty or forty years ago was an awful lot like Georgetown today: a place where artists work and have fun. I told her that if the tech industry shows up, commit arson. She points out that Georgetown has arsenic in the soil, which may act as techie repellent. It's also got relative inaccessibility, proximity to an airport and therefore with jet noise, and a punk rock vibe going for it. Good luck, Georgetown.
Went home, packed my messenger bag, and got on a bus to Tacoma for a date with the Tickler. There were eetz on the waterfront at one of the restaurants that seems to cater to the older crowd. We closed the joint, and it wasn't that late. Went back to their place. As ever, I crashed. But! We had a lovely morning with their kitties. They picked greens from their garden and made salad to go with the eggs & toast for brunch. I, uh, brought my heaviest toy and the Tickler got an unusual morning workout with it. Ahem. Once again, the Tickler's soft bed has messed up my back; my hard bed messes up theirs. Le sigh.
Oh: the Sound Transit buses didn't run at all yesterday. I was under the impression that they did. I ended up taking Amtrak to Seattle for $28. Ah well, it still beats a ride share. But mayunn, if you want people to not drive, you need to provide services for the non-drivers on Sundays.
I've spent the last three weekends on trains and buses. I'm looking forward to not leaving Seattle for a few weeks, not least because the weather has turned perfect.
Saw a giant spider sculpture as tall as a person as I turned a corner. I have friends who would... not like that. I ran into Empress, who just got a job running the arts promotion org for Georgetown. Her resumé is perfect for the job, being a working artist herself who at least used to be part of a collective there. (Iron Monkeys, n'est ce pas?) Anyway, I couldn't help observing how my neighborhood, Fremont, thirty or forty years ago was an awful lot like Georgetown today: a place where artists work and have fun. I told her that if the tech industry shows up, commit arson. She points out that Georgetown has arsenic in the soil, which may act as techie repellent. It's also got relative inaccessibility, proximity to an airport and therefore with jet noise, and a punk rock vibe going for it. Good luck, Georgetown.
Went home, packed my messenger bag, and got on a bus to Tacoma for a date with the Tickler. There were eetz on the waterfront at one of the restaurants that seems to cater to the older crowd. We closed the joint, and it wasn't that late. Went back to their place. As ever, I crashed. But! We had a lovely morning with their kitties. They picked greens from their garden and made salad to go with the eggs & toast for brunch. I, uh, brought my heaviest toy and the Tickler got an unusual morning workout with it. Ahem. Once again, the Tickler's soft bed has messed up my back; my hard bed messes up theirs. Le sigh.
Oh: the Sound Transit buses didn't run at all yesterday. I was under the impression that they did. I ended up taking Amtrak to Seattle for $28. Ah well, it still beats a ride share. But mayunn, if you want people to not drive, you need to provide services for the non-drivers on Sundays.
I've spent the last three weekends on trains and buses. I'm looking forward to not leaving Seattle for a few weeks, not least because the weather has turned perfect.
