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Toto, we're not in Chow Hall Eats territory...

(This was a draft I didn't post. I'm going to have a go at cleaning it up and posting it. I'm clearly not following the Make it Rich as a Blogger Playbook.) I love Poke. I always wonder if it should be spelled Poké. Or poké. I'd probably had it

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Are you there HAL? It's me, Margaret.

A friend of mine is working for an artificial intelligence (AI) company. Their product is very much in its infancy, and I think they're working out how to position themselves in the growing AI market. My friend asked if I'd like to be a beta user of sorts, tinker with

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H Mart wasabi hits different

Capitol Hill has an H Mart (technically their M2M urban convenience variant...ugh, I wrote variant). I love it. I haven't really bought much there, but I like walking around, despite the looming security guards. I've been on an Asian noodle kick recently. Thanks, Kenji. I need to ask one

Chow Hall Eats

Gonna need a bigger tortilla

Warning (too late) - pictures from a dirty kitchen. I didn't want to cook, and I didn't want to go the easy route of takeout. I wandered over to the local for a pint as I contemplated my next two hours. There are far healthier ways to find one's community

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Changes

I think we can call it Spring in Seattle. I saw people in shorts and t-shirts today. It was warm, and the shorts and t-shirts weren't unreasonable, but I've noticed that people in Seattle have an amazing ability to dress relative to the sun's presence. I haven't posted much recently.

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A little catch up

I'm striking out on getting a COVID booster. A perfect storm of demand, staffing shortages, and glitchy websites. I've spent a lot of time walking to local pharmacies. It's not pleasant. The pharmacy workers across the board seem exhausted and stressed. I missed my only real chance in the past

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It's been a while

Well, I sure dropped out of sight for a while. I think the pandemic and a lot of other depressing news caught up to me. I just wasn't excited about anything. The dark days and near constant rains of early November sure didn't help. Shook up the routine a bit,

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The Essentials

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Corvus

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Seasons roll on by

I chatted with a neighbor today while a city worker took photos of his house for historical documentation. His house and the one next to it (maybe others, too) will be replaced by an 8-story apartment building. He and his wife bought the house in 1976. (Paraphrased) We've loved our

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A Fallen Son

I caught up with an old friend tonight, and it was fantastic. As the hour approached, I threw up the usual road-blocks. I'm tired. I'm reclusive. Can I reschedule? Grateful that the answer came up no. Go. TB, we went to Bar Cotto, and it was wonderful. I had a

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Never give your parents grief

It's a pretty solid rain right now in Seattle. We're very close to the I'm always cold season. It doesn't matter how many layers one wears...always a little cold. I'm not complaing, at least not entirely. I can't abide excessive heat, and I believe all of us will be

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An Unreliable Narrator

I have been out with friends a few times the past week or two, and inevitably portions of the discussions involved COVID. I've started describing my experience with a breakthrough case as no big deal. After all, I thought my initial negative tests put me in the clear, and I'm

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Half of what you see, none of what you hear

Today was a good day, yesterday was pretty lousy. Let's start with the lousy. It started off ok. The building manager and the gas meter inspector folks were coming round. You know what that meant - stuffing everything into a closet. I'm exaggerating, a little. (TB - I always imagine

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That's a relief

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Where are the 24 hour pharmacies?

I worry this is turning into the COVID blog. I think I'm in the clear by CDC standards, but I really want to see an actual negative test. I walked up to 15th - the pharmacies at Walgreen's and Safeway were closed. I walked over to the Walgreen's at Pine

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Clock watcher

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Mea Culpa

This blog was a happy accident. I started it because I thought I needed a web presence for an ill-defined pursuit of photojournalism. A poorly thought out quest. I am seeking, and I think that is something that unites all of us. We're seeking meaning, purpose, understanding, and community. Initially,

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My mask is back and there's gonna be trouble

Sing along. My mask's back and you're gonna be in trouble (Hey-la-day-la my mask's back) Gaps, always the gaps. Or oops I did it again. I'm still trying to figure out how to be a journal writer and a blog writer. I don't want to bore the people who stop

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Vehicular Mysteries

Standard warning - this might get a little non-linear. The 10 people who read this weird blog know what they're getting into, but I like to provide a warning so the people in Finland looking to hire a flailing American freelancer aren't put off. A dead battery and a deep

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Catching up

I hope everyone is enjoying a safe, relaxing weekend. I'd say it's beautiful here in Seattle. For any normal person that would be accurate. A little hot for me. I'm partly to blame. Haven't turned on the fan yet. I went to run some errands this morning but stopped in

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Happy Birthday!

The folks at Corvus celebrated their 5th tonight. It was nice to wander over there for a bit. Explorateur and Smoke Break DJed. Lots of familiar faces. I was very happy to see them all. I'm not sure who coined the term 3rd places. I think it's a book? Or

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Meander

Happy Sunday. Short post, I promise. I met two friends and Eleanor, the sweetest lab pit bull gal you'll ever meet, yesterday for an unhurried, unplanned, meandering walk through Seattle. We all had cameras, but we didn't use them much. Lots of great, meaningful conversation interspersed with lots of quiet.

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Limbo

Things are as weird as ever. Cue Mr. Byrne - Same as it ever was. I can't make heads or tails of it. I've stopped in at Corvus a couple of times this week to see friends. It's been wonderful, but it wasn't the cathartic moment I'd imagined. I figured

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How do you know a pandemic is ending?

Salivating neocons can gratefully and unabashedly return to the (very distant) sidelines and cheer on the slaughter of Palestinians. Our tax dollars at work. There's probably a box somewhere on our tax forms that would allow us to waive our refunds to help send more bombs and ammunition to the