My brain writhes through dark hours
Sheds dreams like snakeskin
Leaves papered husks of unrealized wishes
Draped across the curtain rod
Rustling in the open-windowed breeze
My brain writhes through dark hours
Sheds dreams like snakeskin
Leaves papered husks of unrealized wishes
Draped across the curtain rod
Rustling in the open-windowed breeze
Posted in Writing | Tagged creative writing, Poetry, Writing | 2 Comments »
Seattle is quiet.
A little too quiet.
Is everyone feeling what I’m feeling? I’m not sure.
For the last fortnight, Seattle has been consumed by a building storm, a hurricane of Superbowl hype that brought with it an unexpected storm-surge of ad urbem invective.
In sports, trash talk comes with the territory. Even a sports-gene deficient bookworm like me knows that every rivalry includes some good-natured ribbing. We tease. We poke fun. It’s always done with a wink or an elbow to the ribs, and when it’s all over, the winner is lauded and the loser is congratulated for a good contest.
That isn’t what happened. Continue Reading »
Posted in Culture, Seattle | Tagged Emerald City, NFL rivalry, patriots, seahawks, Seattle, sportsmanship, superbowl, unsportsmanlike conduct | 4 Comments »
I guess I complain about meetings a lot.
This morning, NPR’s Yuki Noguchi ran a piece on the overuse and misuse of meetings in Corporate America, and several of my friends immediately forwarded the link to me.
Yeah. I complain about meetings. A lot.
But then, I have a lot of meetings about which to complain. Continue Reading »
Posted in Culture | Tagged agile methodology, Al Pittampalli, Corporate America, NPR, team meetings, Yuki Noguchi | 4 Comments »
Last night, after watching Amour (2012), I was positively knackered.
I’d just spent two hours reeling from the blows inflicted by this unflinching story of an elderly couple dealing with the inevitable. I’d wept sharp, stinging tears of grief and had the air punched from my lungs. It left me weakened by a powerful catharsis, spent of all emotional reserves. I was a raw, flayed thing.
And I was exceedingly glad of it all.
Posted in Movies, Writing | Tagged Amour, Emmanuelle Riva, Isabelle Huppert, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Michael Haneke, movie review | 5 Comments »

There have been times in my life–and I bet in yours, too–when I’ve found myself in a While-You’re-Up death spiral.
You know…you rise from the sofa during a commercial break and before you’ve had a chance to lock your knees your Significant Other says, “While you’re up, would you mind…?” That dot-dot-dot is always a small thing, like getting a can of soda, something you can’t legitimately refuse, not in polite society, and so you agree, except when you get to the kitchen, you find that there isn’t any soda in the fridge. You go to the pantry and find another pack of soda, only it’s warm. A quick peek in the freezer shows that you’re also out of ice. So you go down to the garage and get a bag of ice from the deep-freeze. Then, back upstairs, you bring back a can of soda and a glass of ice, only to be met with a smile and a “And maybe some chips? While you’re up?”
These are the moments that test marriages.
An example: one Thanksgiving, not too long ago, I got While-You’re-Upped from simply attending the feast to acting as sous chef to doing most of the cooking to actually setting the entire menu and creating the shopping list. While-You’re-Up-ism is a combination of slippery slopes and thin-edged wedges, often difficult to identify until you’re already hip-deep in trouble.
Such has been our experience with Pepper, the classic 1962 Triumph TR3-B we purchased a little over a year ago.
Posted in Culture | Tagged car repair, classic cars, Triumph TR3 | 10 Comments »
It was still dark when I turned the corner and saw the woman lying on the ground. It was outside the transit station, and a few other early-morning commuters had slowed to see what was going on. Shared glances communicated our mutual concern for the young woman spread-eagled on the sidewalk. One man leaned over, peering down into her face.
“Miss? Can you hear me? Are you all right?”
I pulled out my phone but heard a man nearby relaying specifics of our location. I pointed my phone at him–“911?”–and he nodded. I returned my attention to the young woman.
I knelt at her side. My first guess had been that she was drunk and passed out–the bushes lining the walk near the transit station are a habitual crash-point for Seattle’s homeless–but a closer look told me my first guess was wrong. Continue Reading »
Posted in Seattle | Tagged helping others, Seattle | 9 Comments »