Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Traditional sighting at Nishinomiya Japanese Garden portends eight more weeks of summer...

Nishinomiya never fails to disappoint. I love the place. Everything Spokane intersects in and struggles with this peaceful oasis. The magic that powers the universe is strong here, but even this cosmological juice occasionally sputters, coughs and ponders, "What the f*ck?"

Like some mythical aquatic dweller it rose and floated toward us:


I'm just glad that the head this once belonged to was no longer attached or in tow.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Out of town Hoopfesters laugh at our Arena's artwork...



Did I catch them laughing at the length of this runner's arms? Or maybe it was his running style?

Maybe it was this? I think so.

I am putting out the challenge! Is there any other city's arena/coliseum artwork that can "top" ours?

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Waller Wedding Went Well!


High atop Slate Peak, a right purdy place by Winthrop.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Odds and ends...

ELK DAYS BONUS:
It's kinda hard to tell in this picture, but apparently when the pastor left, his name was lovingly expunged from the marquee. Its erasure only highlighted it.


FACE UPDATE:
Neat scabs. Unfortunately, the main one has formed a brittle Hitler mustache which is now receding. My teeth have firmed up. My lip is almost back to normal.

Had to miss some work simply because of the potential of blood-borne pathogen issues (experimented with face wrapping - REVENGE OF THE INVISIBLE FIREFIGHTER). Having scabs fall off of a Hitler look-alike onto citizens would probably not be the best.

Hanging out with some of your best friends 24 hours at a time is hard to beat. So, I plan on being back next shift - maybe with a Guy Fawkes mask, if necessary.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Hitting the trail...



Took a spill today running on the High Drive upper trail. A rock caught my foot and down I went! I had my cell phone with me, so Sarah picked me up. It was interesting that, as I walked down High Drive - blood dripping, not one single car stopped to see if I was OK. I wouldn't have expected that. After showering, it looks like it's just little cuts and road rash.

Monday, June 22, 2009

ELK DAYS 2009!!!



My wife and I are both from Elk. And as it is often asked, I while provide the answer to the question now in your head - "Yes, our kids are fine."



Candy was thrown into puddles.

But we are a hardy lot.

Elk leads the nation in bovine-human hybrid technology.


Beguiling art was featured.

Look what the Brits stole from Elk! Sir Topham Hat is a fraud.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Is this sign saying what I think it's saying?

As seen at the Rose Garden. Apparently, the SPD budget is getting tighter:


Monday, June 15, 2009

How times have changed!


Under the tracks, over by the Swamp Tavern there is this. Maybe the guy is giving the kid some money. Maybe he has given him a refreshing beverage. Perhaps, he is going to take a beer away from him, with an admonishment. Regardless, he has stopped to interact with this sitting youngster.

Why is this a glimpse into a bygone era?

1. The restful youth still shows some gumption in his garb. He is not wearing pajamas (today's go-getter apparel standard) - I think.
2. The standing man has stopped. That is, he is not whizzing by in his SUV with cellphone in hand dialing 9-1-1.
3. The youngster's hair has a Cthulhu thing going on. Perhaps, it is more zalgo-esque.

Anyhow, Number Two is the biggy. You wouldn't believe the amount of 9-1-1 calls placed by motorists who see a guy sitting on the side of the road, or taking a nap in a car, on a front porch, etc. They usually never stop to see if there really is an emergency. Diesel-suckin' vehicles roll out over and over again to wake the person up, that is if he or she hasn't already moved on.

Some solutions:

1. Charge 25 cents for any 9-1-1 cell phone call. Not too much of a price to pay for a true emergency. Too much to pay for a lark.
2. Limit 9-1-1 calls to three per year, then you pay for the cost of the response. You can protest the charge, if any of the four calls were true emergencies.
3. Call people back to let them know what the "emergency" they called in truly was. You could also let the caller know about the actual emergency response which was delayed because some guy had stopped to tie his shoe. This event roused the caller's vigilance and resources were sent there instead.
4. Official serapes and sombreros for those who prefer to nap in public. When an emergency crew responds they could place these on the sleepers. There could be a sign on them that says, "DO NOT CALL 9-1-1!" Voila, you have converted a person who inspires fear and other negative emotions for the cellphone enthusiast into one that is engaging in a time-honored, charming and photo-worthy siesta. Maybe the caller might even stop to take a picture or chat with the person.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Spokane's South Hill - Home of upscale litterbugs, vandals and miscreants...


Found this. Any other part of town, it would have been an empty bag of Cheetos, not an artisan bread wrapper. I am sure there is an empty Merlot bottle in the hollyhocks.

It's summer and here they come:

X-Box 360 GTA avatar villains - smashing microbrew beer bottles in Manito Park - parents didn't upgrade their cable service. That'll teach 'em.

Doc-Martined panhandler children of surgeons ripping up the rose garden with dad's humvee.

Nordstrom-clothing-clad, sad-eyed hoodlums shuffling down the street with their designer pants falling down and no audience, except for the old lady raking her lawn. She gives them some twine for makeshift suspenders.

Mister Yuke once chronicled these behavioral patterns and rituals of the well-to-do wanksta.

I think I have now assumed the role of grouchy old man - hopefully in an upscale role as well. An unkempt Ed Begley Jr. hepped up on Nyquil and technology?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

An inscription found on the bottom of the Costco watermelon -


I thought "Zalgo" may have been the guy's name who picked the melon. Apparently, there's more to "zalgo."

Another reason to fear Mexico?!? First H1N1 and now this?!?!

All I know is I am going to try to work "zalgo" into more conversations.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

A new kind of bike lane?


This morning, riding to work I noticed a cyclist riding in the middle of Howard heading north - I mean right down the middle - in between the double yellow lines. He turned on Sharp and then I saw him dong the same thing up Post. Two lanes south. Two lanes north. Him in the middle. Am I missing something? Is this a defacto bike lane? How about on highways? This could open up a whole new world. I mean how much space do you really need for a bike lane? What about oncoming bicyclists?

Monday, June 08, 2009

Where is this? And what is Phase 1?


Hint: It is south of Sprague and east of Division.

UPDATE 6/18/09 - This is on Crestline - north of 57th @ Stone Crest - a housing development. It has a cool looking medieval guard shack at the entry.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Cap'n Juicy - Keepin' it real...


With the Marquee Lounge menacingly on starboard (Cap'n Juicy is headin' toward ye mate), things would be bad enough. Yet to make things worse, looming above and to port is The Onyx Pearl(?), a DAY SPA! Nonetheless, Cap'n Juicy navigates the treacherous Trendy Straits, and does so with relish.