Ravenna Rapelling

Rapelleing rope, found dangling in ravenna park.

As I was biking home today through Ravenna park, I nearly ran over a large pile of climbing rope.  One end lay on the ground… the other to a bridge, at least 100 feet up.

Turns out I stumbled across not one, but two groups of rappellers, taking advantage of Seattles new 90 degree weather in order to dangle far above solid ground.  One group was just jumping off the bridge for fun, the other was practicing rescues for a glacier climb.

Made for an interesting evening.

Check out more photos at http://www.flickr.com/photos/plogg/sets/72157624330265875/

Seattle Juggler

As I was walking along the Burke Gillman Trail I noticed someone with a bucket of bowling pins and a chainsaw in their backpack. As it turns out, I stumbled across Street Show Kieth. I followed Kieth to Gasworks park for a show, which I recorded on my cellphone for you all to enjoy

Rogue bike locker

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So I saw this bike locked to a bus stop sign.
I saw the bike had a note.
I saw the empty rack nearby.

And, I saw their point.

Bye good friend

It is with great sadness that I say goodbye to a good friend.  You have been with me, supported me, nourished me for longer than I care to remember, and much longer than I aught to admit.  I remember when I saw you for the first time, sitting amongst the other sandwiches in the Safeway cooler.  Yes, they were adequate, wholesome, and for a single meal would ultimately be just as satisfying as you were.  But I knew they could not last the way you and I did.  Not for the full, wonderful four meals and 37 hours that we were together.

You were there for me in the morning of that first day, to give me the energy I needed to start the day as I exited the supermarket at 7am.  And unlike almost any other sandwich, you were there yet again at noon to quell my pangs of hunger and need.  And though you had given so much, so much more than any other sandwich in my entire life, you still had more to give.  The next day, long after most sandwiches were little more than a memory at best, or lingering indigestion or even worse, you and I would have two more filling meals together.  I felt so lucky to be starting another day with you, guilty and somewhat ashamed, but giddy and excited at the same time to have another breakfast from you.

It was at lunch on the second day, however, as I prepared to partake once more of your flesh and body, that I realized that I had grown so attached to you, and that what we had would come to an end.  I had been taking you for granted, relying upon you to feed my stomach and my soul, giving you little in return.  You had been there for so long that I really didn’t know what I would do without you.  No $5 foot long could last as long, no PB&J could possibly stay and support me like you did.  Perhaps a pizza and I could have lasted longer, but it simply would not have been the same.  What you and I had was special.

And so I shed a small tear from the corner of my eye as I removed the last bit of saran wrap, and discarded the styrofoam tray in which someone had so carefully placed you.   I chewed the last bites extra long, savoring the moment, searing the memory of you into my brain.  At first tough, slightly salty and sharp like sourdough, your flavor gave way to meats and a type of cheese I never dared to disrespect you by identifying.  Then came your single leaf of lettuce, slightly wilted, but blessed by abundant mayonaise and what I can only guess was mustard.   The hard work of chewing your thick bread only lengthened my simultaneous guilt and enjoyment.  I finished that last meal with you fully satisfied, and only very slightly nauseous.

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Goodbye gargantuan safeway sandwich.  I shall miss you.

Owens Beach to Gig Harbor

One thing that the West coast has over the East coast is year round paddling.  Compare Seattle’s warmest January on record to Boston’s 30 degree days and 18 degree nights, and it feels pretty good to be living on this end of I-90.  Heck, just one look at a recent image from a Boston traffic cam makes me want to run outside in my socks and sandals and embrace this 50 degree bliss!

It was on just such a balmy January day that I paddled with the Tacoma Mountaineers.  I could tell you more, but I think the video does a better job:

Paddling the San Juan Islands

Paddling the San Juan Islands in 2009.

Surfing at Crescent

Surfing at Crescent Beach in late 2009.

Seattle to Nanaimo

In September 2009, I paddled from Nanaimo, BC, to Seattle, WA.  In 8 days I traveled 190 miles in beautiful, sunny weather.

Fish tank work.

So, I’ve been trying to get my fish tank back under control. I tried something new where I mixed mud and vermiculite in the lower inch of the substrate, layered on top with flourite/laterite mix.  I’m trying for a layout with a ‘forest’ on the right hand side that opens up to grass plains on the left.  I’m getting ‘carpet’ blue green algae thats forming dense mats on the rocks.  I had given up on the tank and only done obligatory water changes every month (if I was lucky).  But, one should not have broken or untended things in their main living space.

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fish tank on January 12, 2010

new post

This first new photo on the blogg.

Snapshot from computer

This is a snapshot from the computer

Isn’t it a great photo.  Looks like they  store the photo with some related meta data.  Wonder how long it takes the word count to update itself.   I’m at 27, but it just barely bumped upt to 47.

I wonder what the abilities are to integrate this with facebook, so it broadcasts out new posts to FB. Oh, and by the way, I like the excerpt option.