This is pure evidence of the Seattle Passive Aggressive Epidemic. All smiles on the outside, but boy, PARK TOO FUCKING CLOSE at the local Ikea and I swear, I'll just...just...WRITE ON YOUR WINDOW I AM SO MAD! So angry! YOU PEOPLE SO CLOSE! THANK YOU!
Marsha Brady's place. There are a couple of these buildings in our hood. I think they're kinda cool.
Spring, she has sprung. And all of Seattle frets about the upcoming Tulip show -- THEY JUST MIGHT BLOOM TOO EARLY.
Boy, did my eyes light up at those B and D train signs. So bummed to not find the F.
On Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lattistar/
I can't stop. All I can do is drink diet gingerale and upload photos.
It's been oddly nice here. It's like the new L.A. Since all it does is rain down there, we here. Today we checked out Gasworks park, found a houseboat community, strolled Fremont and drank the best-yet cup of coffee. It really was beautiful.
Going to the archives for this shot of me (Lattitar) and (Jeff) Tweedy from Rhode Island this summer. The best part of this photo is that Tweedy said "I'm just inside with my WIFE and CHILDREN" as we were talking, as if I was about to attack him or simply ask him to come have a whiskey with me. I don't know how he could read my mind. Photo by the lovely, encouraging, Jessica Weil. (P.S. When I told Spinelli I thought he and Tweedy looked alike, Spinelli not only said "I have that shirt, too!" but went to his closet to in fact confirm he does have the same shirt. I believe it's Gap brand.
This is my story of Seattle.
