Ross found an alien that had hatched in our onions-garlic-and potatoes bowl.
Fortunately Jackson was around to protect us.
A long, long time ago, Ross, TS, and I went to watch some Cyclocross Racing. None of us had ever seen such a thing before. It was raining, and muddy, which added to the drama.
We just missed seeing Brian race for the Raleigh team, but the word was that he did well, and he had the mud splatters to prove it.
At one point the racers had to dismount and carry their bikes while running uphill over a bunch of logs. I kept waiting for someone to fall, but no one did. At least not while we were standing there.
I used to ride by this garage every day on my way to work. I never did document my commute. Last week I walked by the garage and remembered how much fun that ride was--empty early mornings, always a little cold, always in a rush. This garage was on the final corner of the ride. I suppose that little bike commute is about the only part of that job that I miss.
The berries are still lingering in the markets, though Jerritt tells me that the undersides of wild blackberries are now moldy.
Two city blocks of buildings are being torn down to make way for the eventual Light Rail. All the businesses and residents had to move, and the buildings were just sitting there, vacant and boarded. Then they filled up with art installations.
Jerritt was out of town, sampling soil in Idaho. Finally he came back.
He and TS came over and we took them up to the roof, where the view is both wonderful and awful.
On a clear day we can Mount Rainier, the Space Needle, the Puget Sound, and the Olympics.
We can also see a slew of cranes and radio and cell phone towers. But we can't see much of the Cascades anymore.
Ross found an alien that had hatched in our onions-garlic-and potatoes bowl.
Fortunately Jackson was around to protect us.
A long, long time ago, Ross, TS, and I went to watch some Cyclocross Racing. None of us had ever seen such a thing before. It was raining, and muddy, which added to the drama.
We just missed seeing Brian race for the Raleigh team, but the word was that he did well, and he had the mud splatters to prove it.
At one point the racers had to dismount and carry their bikes while running uphill over a bunch of logs. I kept waiting for someone to fall, but no one did. At least not while we were standing there.
I used to ride by this garage every day on my way to work. I never did document my commute. Last week I walked by the garage and remembered how much fun that ride was--empty early mornings, always a little cold, always in a rush. This garage was on the final corner of the ride. I suppose that little bike commute is about the only part of that job that I miss.
The berries are still lingering in the markets, though Jerritt tells me that the undersides of wild blackberries are now moldy.
Two city blocks of buildings are being torn down to make way for the eventual Light Rail. All the businesses and residents had to move, and the buildings were just sitting there, vacant and boarded. Then they filled up with art installations.
Jerritt was out of town, sampling soil in Idaho. Finally he came back.
He and TS came over and we took them up to the roof, where the view is both wonderful and awful. 
On a clear day we can Mount Rainier, the Space Needle, the Puget Sound, and the Olympics.
We can also see a slew of cranes and radio and cell phone towers. But we can't see much of the Cascades anymore.
