The Pacific Northwest Labor and Civil Rights Projects has an amazing set of historical records, photographs, and newspapers tracing labor and civil rights movements along the West Coast, with focuses on Seattle and San Francisco.
Featuring multitude of resources including Labor History Encyclopedia, Communism in Washington State, and Civil Rights Movements in Seattle, there’s a ton of interesting material contained in these fascinating sites. Of particular interest is the photo archive.
Homeworld generated some of the coolest concept art of all time; most of these images were found on fanboards and groups dedicated to the Homeworld universe.
Shooting with high-quality film on a mid-70s SLR truly is wonderful.
It only makes sense to take pictures of older relics as well.
And maybe some timeless subjects.
Such as a sentinel of light.
Finding an apartment that I like has always been somewhat of an arcane process for me. It has to be unique, awesome, and perfectly suited for my habitation through criteria that are poorly understood and even more poorly defined. Yet I always, more-or-less, end up finding a place that fits most of what I’m looking for in a decent location. Which means, of course, that these are places that are invariably one year away from being sold as condos and leaving me scurrying for yet another apartment.
Over the weekend, while trying to relax a bit in our neighbor city of Portland, Oregon, I received an email from our landlord. It seems one of the owners of our apartment had died and they decided they needed to sell it. Now, we weren’t planning to be in here forever, but having to move out in July was a bit sooner than I had anticipated: we were going to go month-to-month until Autumn/Winter and then find a new shell to habituate.
But alas, my already stressed life had yet another stress added to it: the fun and excitement of not only finding a new place, but even scarier, packing and moving to it. Our current landlord cut us a deal: whereas our lease was up in the middle of July, we could change it and get a rather large financial bonus if we moved out beforehand. Combined with the idea that the sooner we moved the better, Tracey did a huge amount of work to find places to view. I truly can’t thank her enough for her doing this task, and just six days after our original notice, we found an awesome place!
Never fear, it’s still on Capitol Hill (in even a cooler location than where we are now), and we’ll have a huge housewarming party when we’re all settled in.
Now I just need to pack in between my Rails Projects, tidying up my résumé, and trying to keep my head above water for just a few more months. Right? RIGHT.
After the 24 hour Iceland Blitz, we took a quick flight to Amsterdam to start the main point of our journey. None of us had been to Amsterdam before, and we figured that two nights and three full days would be plenty of time to explore the city.
Believe me, it was plenty of time. I put off this entry for a while because I didn’t really have too much to say about Amsterdam. It was exactly what we thought it was.
Amsterdam is essentially the Seattle of Europe. It’s a pretty progressive place with plenty of commercial activities going on, and has a couple big claims to fame. People know generally what they’re all about, and they’re both pretty swell places to live and work. They aren’t a super top tier city, but still fun to visit for a day or two.
Oh look canals. Continue reading
Earlier in November, we decided to visit the lovely city of Denver. Now if you’re anything like me, you’re probably asking yourself a couple of questions: the most predominant being “wait what? Denver? Why Denver?” That’s a great question. I’m not sure, but I think it involves a great deal on airfare.
Flying in, we reviewed our options about what we know of this fair city. Turns out that the answer was “not much.” Other than something about Coors and Denver’s famous elevation, our knowledge hovered somewhat around zero. Then we were told by the pilot to buckle up, as the landing would be a little rough. And rough it was.
This is because we were flying into an active snowstorm. Awesome.
And sometimes, I do this.
It was a dark grey and thoroughly rainy Monday afternoon at the UW
Tower when unassuming employee 123123, working on his performance
review mere hours before it was due, decided to partake in a rare
cookie break. Deploying to the fourth floor vending machines, Nikky
spotted the ever delicious “Famous Amos” cookies in the vending
machine. They aren’t exactly “ever delicious” as I may have described
in my previous sentence, but they are byte-sized, contain chocolate,
and aren’t completely terrible. Pulling out his Husky Card of Justice,
Nikky swiped the vending machine’s card reader with the well-practiced
effort honed in while living at McMahon hall for two years, entered in
the proper number for these snacks, and waited.
After a few second of rather indecisive action by the vending machine,
it beeped a flat tone to specify that a transaction was complete, and
went along its merry way. Unfortunately, no cookies dropped. Were the
Powers of Chaos afoot?
After a brief moment of re-evaluation of my options and the fact that
all of the other choices were even less tasty, I did the only thing a
red-blooded American could do: swipe my card again and order another
package of “Famous Amos” cookies with the hope that I would get two
packages of cookies the second time. The vending machine, which was
clearly channeling some dark creature (Cthulhu?) made even less of an
effort to dispense with a product.
No cookies were dispensed to Nikky this day, and by the second time
the vending machine failed to produce cookies, I had decided that I
should cut my losses and get something tasty on the Ave instead.
Please refund the Husky Card Account for employee 123123 $3.00.
I’ve attached a picture of the cookie slot after my second failed