Last week.
520, looking north.
My favorite thing about crossing Lake Washington so early.
Sunday morning in Wallingford. (:
The Sound, blue-ish.
Friday.
Rainier + the stadiums from Pike Place.
![“A conversation I have every month or so” reminded me to tell you about my most favorite local site: Lost in Seattle.
Hours and contact information for restaurants, bars, businesses…but the best part is the translation of hours relative to the moment you’re looking for it. Sure you can do the math in your head, but that at-a-glance “to go” information is quite nice to have.
When I’m looking for a place, it goes something like this:[Browser] > Google search box > “lost in seattle [destination] [neighborhood if known]”
9 times out of 10 that gets me exactly what I’m looking for and away I go.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxyl8u830w1qz6thlo1_500.jpg)
“A conversation I have every month or so” reminded me to tell you about my most favorite local site: Lost in Seattle.
Hours and contact information for restaurants, bars, businesses…but the best part is the translation of hours relative to the moment you’re looking for it. Sure you can do the math in your head, but that at-a-glance “to go” information is quite nice to have.
When I’m looking for a place, it goes something like this:
[Browser] > Google search box > “lost in seattle [destination] [neighborhood if known]”
9 times out of 10 that gets me exactly what I’m looking for and away I go.
There’s something about living smack in the middle of 2 mountain ranges that I enjoy; it’s been weeks since it was clear enough to see the Olympics (from my living room :P).
520 westbound.
My first introduction to pathetic fallacy was my first (and favourite) Shakespeare professor mentioning it as Lear railed against the sky like a drowned rat.
So, I giggle when in a book, movie, TV show one character or another’s rotten mood or life-threatening situation is couched with a thunderstorm.
I wonder what the hell is up, however, when after a few rough days I breakthrough and make the choice to have a good one…and the sun comes out.
Mm-hmm.
Where I’m relatively sure I’ll be spending a decent amount of money in the coming weeks, months, years. The shop is pretty big featuring hardwood floors that creak and bookshelves requiring tippy-toe viewing.
Lucky (?) for me, I got there last night 45 minutes before closing. I managed to leave with only 3 books:
(I read The Corrections in college, but my hardback copy has disappeared and fall seems like a good time to re-read it. We also read House of Leaves in that class [kind of an intense class; we also also read Delilo’s The Body Artist], but I haven’t worked up the nerve to re-read that one just yet. Perhaps once I make it through Infinite Jest.)
