Someday I’m gonna grow the cajones of someone like Nik Wallenda and do something amazing like he did – walk across the Grand Canyon 1500 feet up in the air. The world record is his now so I wouldn’t even attempt that. I did ride my bicycle from NYC to upstate NY. It took me two arduous days. Does that count?
Last Sunday I thought I’d take advantage of the sunlight and snap a few pictures down at the Seattle Waterfront. I really need a better camera than the one I currently use because it has focus issues; still, it’s better than nothing. I managed to capture about 300 images which I narrowed down to the 26 seen here. It was a pretty nice day. Tourists, as well as locals, were out. People were taking pictures everywhere. The homeless, as usual, were also out begging for scraps. I remember the first time I went to Nashville. It was shocking because of the large amount of homeless people scattered all over Music City. Shameful. You’d think that here, in an area where huge corporations like Microsoft, Boeing and Starbucks proliferated, the spoils would be shared by all. I guess not.
Beginning in 2014, employed folks will have to enroll in some form of insurance or pay a fine. Is that a correct statement? If it is, I just decided to see what insurance would cost me. I went over to the popular Covered California site (http://www.coveredca.com/) and used their estimate calculator to see how much insurance per month would set me back. At $317, that’s kinda high. Prohibitively high, as a matter of fact. At that cost, I’d be forced to get operations I didn’t need just to justify the price, like a facelift, hair transplant or getting my big toes straightened. “Hey!” someone will shout, “are you exercising? You look like a movie star.” “Nah, man,” I’d answer. “I’m on Obamacare now and just taking advantage of my forced premium.” Back in my homeless days when I had no job I used to be on Medicaid. Going back to living under the bridge is looking more and more enticing every day.
I grew up dirt poor. No shoes, no socks on my feet. My siblings and I lived hand to mouth – no exceptions. When one starved, everyone starved. Fast forward to today. I’m not even close to well off. I’ve had my share of triumphs and disappointments marked by a life of abysmal depression and suicidal ideation. Sometimes you need a reason to live. For some it’s their children, others their profession. Passions come and go. One that has stayed the longest with me is food. No, I never wanted to become a chef although I did work for two and a half years at two different McDonald’s and waited at a creole restaurant in NY called Carolina’s of Woodstock. I’m a foodie and I enjoy fine dining. There are a few places in Seattle I’ve yet to sample – Canlis on Aurora, El Gaucho of Belltown, Spur Gastropub downtown, Toulouse Petit in Queen Anne and Palisade right here in Magnolia. I probably shouldn’t leave out Ray’s Boathouse or The Walrus & the Carpenter, both of which are in Ballard, my favorite city. I’ve already eaten at McCormick’s and Schmick’s on 1st Ave. so I consider that an achievement. Of course, the problem with me is I don’t dare dine alone. I’d feel like a heel or a fool. I already do it at some of my favorite watering holes but I’d be pushing my luck in one of these luxurious places. Still, I’m driven. I’m not gainfully employed at the moment so I can’t do it, but once the paychecks start rolling in, I will amass the nerves to order takeout from these places. I don’t want to miss out because I’m broke. Fine dining is a luxury and a measure of success. Just give me time. I’ll bounce back.
Enjoying a sunny gorgeous day, I took my trusty Chinese video camera on a minor tour of Magnolia. Specifically, I thought I’d snap a few pictures of flowers in the neighborhood. No, I’m not a horticulturalist or botanist. I don’t even think I’ve ever spent quality time in a flower shop or greenhouse, but you can’t help passing these wonders of nature and thinking to yourself, “Self, how about slapping these in a new post on your blog?” Well, here are some of them in all their colorful finery. I don’t know what most are called but enjoy them anyway.
Today they held the 5th Semi-Annual Rock ‘n Roll Pig Roast on 21st Ave. W. and W. Barrett St. in sun-drenched Magnolia. A 60’s & 70’s cover band played Beatles songs while food was being served up to my fellow neighbors. This is my first time catching this roast. I guess I must’ve been working the other times.
This is something I’ve been carrying around for years. I created it in my Warren St. apartment in NY, moved it to another apt., took it to Nashville, carried it to a Queen Anne apartment in Seattle and now it’s been perched in front of me these past six years in this apartment. I guess it’s about 12 years old so it’s an oldie but goodie. It’s pretty self explanatory. These are celebrated proponents of peace, people I admire and to whose ideals I try to emulate. From the top, they are Aung San Suu Kyi, John Lennon, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Mother Teresa, Mahatma Gandhi, Tenzin Gyatso – the 14th Dalai Lama, Cesar Chavez and Nelson Mandela.
The city of Boston stood together to celebrate their strength and perseverance in the face of evil at TD Garden on Thursday, May 30, 2013. These are some photos I took from the show. Rock photography isn’t the easiest thing in the world because the lighting may not be in your favor and some of those dang performers like to move around a lot. It’s probably no wonder that the best photos I took were of James Taylor.