Year: 2002

Then I was writing an email to Amazon’s customer service. My order had been mishandled in a couple of different ways. So I layed out what needed to happen to resolve the situation, then I closed the email by explaining that I’d worked at Amazon for four years and was embarrassed that such a thing could happen. What was I trying to do – raise some sense of shame in a customer service rep? The best I deserve for that line is a touch of contempt. I’m embarrassed for having resorted to that line.

I had never dialed 9-1-1 before today. I was working at my computer and I heard arguing outside. I assumed I was hearing a disagreement between people from the building next door. The noise persisted, so I turned down my music. There were actually several voices I went down the hall and had a look at the street, there was a mob of teenagers milling around, gesturing aggresively at each other. I ran back to my apartment and dialed the phone, carrying the cordless into the hall so I could peek out the door. The arguing started to die down while I was giving the operator the address. So I stepped outside, people were strutting off in a couple of different directions still chattering aggressively. A police car came around the corner and “whoop”-ed it’s siren once. The operator asked me, “Did you see anyone with a weapon?” “No.” Later I walked down to Broadway and saw part of the group of teenagers assembled outside of Jack in the Box. They were still making a scene, but not really guilty of much more than being stupid teenagers. I may have over-reacted by calling the police.

No harm done in either case. But I’m disappointed that I over reacted like that.

Ingrid and Sam went out to get websites, but there was only one website left. Sam got the website and Ingrid got a house instead.

Cheese, Nintendo, Ingrid’s house, and the size of George W. Bush’s penis at Sam’s weblog, Fox in the Snow.

A loud thump above me, the window pulses and I sit up alert, expecting a rain of shattering glass. The window doesn’t break, there’s another thump and the window shudders again. I jump and look up. There’s a pigeon flying around inside, bumping up against the glass, trying to get out. A sprinkling of dust and feathers falls around me. The panicked pigeon reels away and tries to fly through a window across the room. It manages to get itself cornered, flapping nervously behind the propped-open door. One brave soul walks purposely over and reaches for the bird. It flaps wildly, feathers fly loose. He achieves a firm two-handed grasp on the bird and carries it outside to a round of applause.

These fast little Coast Guard boats have been zipping around Elliot Bay off and on for the last week – since the country was put on a high threat level. They pace back and forth, patrol along the docks, and ride alongside ferries as they pull in and out of docks. Those appear to be machine guns mounted up front.

I don’t have any commentary, it just seems like something worth noting.

Start with the grocery stores. Safeway was the only real show in town at first. Reynold’s was a couple of blocks east of Safeway, it was kind of dingy. I enjoyed going there though, because there was a giant swordfish mounted above the exit. The fish was removed when Reynold’s became Olmstead’s.

“In the first day or two the flags were plastered everywhere, seeing them was heartening because they indicated that we’re all in this sorrow together. The flags were purely emotional. Once we went to war, once the president announced that we were going to retaliate against the “evildoers,” then the flag again represented what it usually represents, the government. I think that’s when the flags started making me nervous. The true American patriot is by definition skeptical of the government. Skepticism of the government was actually one of the platforms the current figurehead of the government ran on. How many times in the campaign did President Bush proclaim of his opponent, the then vice president, “He trusts the federal government and I trust the people”? This deep suspicion of Washington is one of the most American emotions an American can have. So by the begininning of October, the ubiquity of the flag came to feel like peer pressure to always stand behind policies one might not necessarily agree with. And, like any normal citizen, I prefer to make up my mind about the issues of the day on a case by case basis at 3:00 A.M. when I wake up from my Nightline-inspired nightmares.”
-Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

Witnessed while walking home late last night:

A taxi pulled into the Paramount’s parking lot. The driver got out and walked around beside the front of his car where he stood and peed into the pool of light made by his car’s headlights.

Two women at a hot dog stand trying to force something out of under-filled Heinz mustard bottles. The first woman – Hot dog in her left hand, mustard in the right, jerked the bottle down toward the bun and squeezed so the outlet made a weak splattering noise. The second woman – making the same motions as the first, perfectly out of synch. The first girl’s mustard phhftt-ing on the downbeat, the second girl’s phhftt-ing on the up-beat.

At the Doug Martsch solo show last night, I’m disenchanted, not sure if I’m more annoyed and frustrated by the low rumble of people chattering behind me or the over-done distortion effect on Martsch’s microphone. I head off to a corner to sit down. All is forgiven when he plays “Twin Falls, Idaho” and I hear people around me singing along quietly with the chorus. I monotone along a bit.

“Seven-up, I touched her thumb and she knew it was me
Although she couldn’t see, unless of course she peeked”

And years after first hearing the song, I realize that this line is quite obviously about Seven-up, the old classroom game we played in elementary school.

The summery weather was broken this weekend by a few spells of nice clean-smelling rain. The clouds were largely gone by Tuesday, but we were left with a distinct autumn crispness in the air. While the summer weather regained a bit of ground today, it would be difficult to deny some fall influences in the light.

I walked out onto an unfamiliar pier this evening. A man was there fishing, pulling a basket up out of the water. He nodded hello as I walk up behind him, “How are you?”

“Good, How about you?”

“Pretty good.”

I was careful not to step on the two crabs laying on the upside down on the pavement behind him. They’re legs and claws were twitching around like they were struggling to flip themselves. I nodded at the crabs, “It looks like you got something.”

“No. Those are too small. I’m throwing them back.”

I walked a comfortable distance down the pier and looked out at the water for a minute, taking some photos.

When I turned my head back in the fisherman’s direction, he was dropping one of the crabs back in the water. (Splash!) He turned back around and reached for the second crab. But instead of tossing this one into the water, he jerked his arm suddenly as he was picking it up, and smashed the crab hard against the pier. (Crunch!)