October 2, 2003

So Seattle's been good to me. Sure, I've had some stuff sitting outside John's house in a bag for days now, but that's not Seattle's fault. Seattle has in fact been providing me with valuable life lessons.

Yesterday evening, I planned to meet my brother, Derek, for dinner. He's reporting to Seattle to go out on some NSA-run nuclear sub doo-dad. Yeah. So, of course, he oversleeps, then misses a ferry and is generally running quite late. At the same time, I get the 411 on a fire juggling happening at Golden Garden Beach. Sounds great, love to go, BUT... I left my car at Yoshi's because I want to be a good citizen. So leaving my car at home turned out to be a bad choice. It took away my flexibility. But I need a way out, and I think that way has to do with better Information Technology. Maybe next time.

Today was open gallery day. Saw some conceptual art that I actually thought was brilliant. Claimed to be by Jack Daw
from 2002 - though I can't find him on the Internet (which means there is no way he is a real person). It was a nondescript black cube with "less than a quarter ounce of marijuana" supposedly embedded inside of it. Title - "Misdemeanor Offense." Or something like that.

Then I found the cool gallery spaces in Seattle, including Live Girls theatre. They are going to be in New Zealand in February, so maybe I'll see them there. Hope so. They were a fun crowd.

Then I was going to go home, but the buses don't come very often after 9pm or so. So I jousted some dude riding a toilet with a foam mannequin's head on a long wooden pole wrapped in red cellophane. There are a number of ways that you could parse that sentence, but any of them would be close enough to the truth, so don't sweat it.