An Evening with Rod & Rye

Occasionally I have one of those moments that’s so absolutely perfect it gives me hope for all sorts of things—I can’t specify what exactly: ephemeral notions of spiritual transcendence and kingdoms-coming and etc., but mostly they’re...

Not Gay

After sifting through the news over this past week—The stock market goes schizoid; Republicans draw cutesy, seemingly-meaningless straws in Iowa—I think the most important story I came across is the following: Last week, in response to an online petition requesting...

Image of the Day

The image below is of the sidewalk near my apartment. If you’re the type I suppose that there are many things that can be written in wet concrete—one’s name, a sophomoric opposition to existing cannabis laws, “Free Nelson Mandela” (this list...

Blue Angels

Every summer in Seattle we have an event called Seafair, a series of local celebrations that culminates on an August weekend dedicated to hydroplane boat races, bi-plane demonstrations, grown men pretending to be pirates, drunken people drunkenly captaining boats into...

To Pee or Not To Pee

A couple years back I was traveling in North Africa when I was stung by a jellyfish on a rather sensitive part of my body (the story of that unfortunate day can be read here: it’s great if you’re in to schadenfreude). To resolve the pain I eventually used...

Generation Chasm

Yesterday I was in the grocery store when I heard a song I remembered listening to when I was in high-school. Walking home I was still mumble-humming along and recalling the fine days of grunge music, when I realized that I couldn’t remember the name of the...