Monthly Archive for July, 2009

Crosswalk Button Politics

Imagine the situation: You, a mild-mannered pedestrian in an urban environment, arrives at a busy intersection. A savvy civilian, you cross this street often and know that if the “cross” button is not pressed, you will have to wait for another long cycle. Late for class, this might make the difference between that awesome seat and the one next to that one person who asks way too many questions.

This particular day you arrive at said crosswalk, and there’s someone already by the button. They were there before you could see it, and you aren’t sure if they pressed it. They’re close enough to perhaps claim ownership and say “hey world, not only am I aware of this button, I depressed it” but far enough away to also possibly say “I have no idea this button exists and I’m too stupid to look for one in case it exists on this particular sidewalk.

What do you do?

The average Seattleite, fully realizing that he or she lives in the passive-aggressive capital of the world, is stumped. Should they go ahead and press the button again, even though the possible-button-depressor is most likely watching and would think the following: “gee, I’m personally insulted that this fellow Seattleite thinks I am too stupid to know that I need to press this button. I hope they are beaten up by the SPD.”

This is clearly not an optimal solution, and we will not press the button because of this judgment. We would rather be shot in the jaw by random street punks than press that button. And don’t even think “you know, I could just ask them.” I suspect if a conversation actually starts because of this situation, a pack of ravenous dragons will rip my head off.

Instead of risking judgement from total strangers, we will stand there and hope light turns to “walk.” We will ditfully watch to see what happens, and only, ONLY, if the light does not change to walk when we know it should, will we possibly consider pressing the button and perhaps recieve unspoken attacks from that stranger.

But I’d probably just cross the street and press the button there.

The Soft Side of Explode Day!

Selected photos from my latest flickr set. See the entire group here.

Pool From Another Decade

Pool From Another Decade

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Plant ER: The Doctor Is In

I woke up today, and something was not normal. Half of my pictures were on the floor instead of their usual place on the wall, and there was more. Something else… missing.

When I was about to leave for work, it hit me.

My plant.

Had disappeared.

The faithful plant I regularly watered, talked to, and was my constant companion when I was busy getting holes poked in my lung.

Was gone. Without a trace.

Perhaps it had fallen out the window from the third story?

I checked below, but didn’t see it.

Frantically running downstairs, I found it, in front of our apartment main door. The pot was broken, but it seemed to be intact. I quickly hauled it up to our apartment, set it on a large plate, gave it some water, and ran off to work.

Later that day I quickly purchased a much larger pot for it with some yummy soil.

It’s kind of funny how sad I was when I realized the plant might have been gone and/or damaged beyond repair. I think this kind of sums it up:

From: Nikky
To: Eddy
Subject: Winds
Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 10:18:20 -0600 (MDT)
User-Agent: Alpine 2.00 (DEB 1167 2008-08-23)

My plant fell out the window during last night’s wind.

I found it, broken and battered, in front of the main apartment door.

It is currently resting on one of your large red plates in the kitchen.

Please be extra nice to it. It would appreciate any carbon dioxide you can
send its way.

I will figure out where to get a new pot and soil tonight.

Champ Plant

Champ Plant. After the fall and now residing in its new home.

The Hazards of Love (Album Review)

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I recently had the pleasure of buying a copy of The Decemberists’ latest work, The Hazards of Love.

This album weaves together an arboreal love story that is coupled with raw guitar and harpsichord to create an atmosphere which resembles a Victorian royal fight with threads of a typical romance of lore.

I think Allmusic put it best, in a strange way:

“Hazards of Love won’t convert anybody who already wrote the band off as overly precious bookworms with a Morrissey/Victorian ghost story fetish, but fans who have dutifully followed the Decemberists since their 2002 debut get to take home bragging rights this time around.”



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