Well, now that I'm back in the saddle...

...how about a little commentary about a Seattle greaseball?
Twice I've seen this guy as I walk through this breezeway in between buildings of the shady Seattle Design Center. They've got these three poster windows up, but no posters in them, so they just frame the brick wall behind them and reflect like lousy mirrors. Well this guy stands there combing his greasy mullet in the makeshift mirrors, and occasionally taking sips of his Sparks alcoholic energy drink. At 6:45 in the morning. Yikes!

Summer Rain and Hot Asphalt

I love the smell of summer rain on hot asphalt.
How beautiful a mixture
of old and new
of cold and warmth
of nature and man
of light and dark
of purity and filth.
There is nothing similar in God's entire Earth.