Good morning! How about I get this moving with a Seattle Haiku:
9:30 AM
the continental breakfast
is already gone
In all fairness, Days Inn told me 5:30 to 9:30 AM... and apparently, they are very serious about this.
Seattle University was amazing last night. I came in expecting something far different then what I received, and to say the least, I am anxious to come back. Few things in life make a 1,000 miles seem like a jaunt, however, my reception last night pulls its weight in charm. Thank you! I had your attention and you have my gratitude... and consequently my CD, and that's cool.
I'm on my way out the door to see Seattle a bit. I did a lot last time I rolled through town:
SPACE NEEDLE - check
EXPERIENCE MUSIC PROJECT - check
PIKE'S PLACE MARKET - check
DOWNTOWN - check
MUSEUMS - check
Where's the fun in repeating yourself though?
As a side note, I was in Portland the night before, and my friend Joy was telling me a story about a whale that accidentally became beached somewhere along the Portland shore. Now, the whale unfortunately died or was dead upon arrival, but this left an enormous creature lying along the banks of their waterfront, begging the question, what do we do with this enormous dead carcass? The wisest of what Portland had to offer met and devised a plan.
Do we chop it up and dispose of it? NO
Feed it to sharks? NO
Do we find someone that could try to make good use of it, perhaps for study? NO
Can it be buried? NO
THE ANSWER:
They blow it up with dynamite. Hard to believe? Yes. So, this is for you:
Coming to you from Seattle, this is Mike Vitale with KATU Channel 2 News.
~ Mike
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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Yep. The reporter wrote a book about it many years later called... It was quite the thing in Oregon at the time, making St Helens eruption ten years later something of an anticlimax. Well, not really.
ReplyDeleteGot here by way of Greg Holden, who helped me out when he was still working in the beautiful box of light on Regent Street a year ago :)
Hey Patricia,
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and having a read. I appreciate it. :)
I'm a bit of an adolescent (and when I say that, I mean that at times, I have the complex and charming humor of a 13 year old... which I'm sure you gathered from the word "adolescent"), so when people tell me about how they blew up a whale with dynamite, I find that pretty funny (if not amazing)... whether it be leaving fake poop on a person's pillow, convincing a total stranger that a couple of radio towers off in the distance are a hub for all baby monitors in America, or just flatulence in general; I'm easy to please.
To me, the video footage was actually a complex set of emotional stimuli/response. At first, I was laughing hysterically at the rainforest condensation of blubber coming down on people after they blew up a whale, but then... I saw the footage of the car that a large piece of whale chub smashed, and realized that perhaps my sense of humor was a bit misplaced. That's brilliant reporting. I laughed, I cried, and then I laughed some more. People are amazing, speaking of which:
Let me just tell you, Greg Holden has broadened my view on brilliance. I just met him Monday night. The dude is amazing (not to mention his music). So, here we are playing a set at Room 5 in Los Angeles (songwriter in the round style). He prefaces one of his first tunes with a vignette on how this song is about a whore/slut (which evoked that teenager laugh of mine in the seat next to him). He then starts playing this perfectly charming and beautiful love song that would make any straight man gay (or perhaps vice versa too... and God knows what happens to the ladies), singing with the grace of a professional ballet dancer performing at the Lincoln Center. Midway through the song, he says over music, "perhaps she wasn't that much of a slut after all." The crowd starts laughing hysterically and then falls to a hush, right back in love with the song he's performing. Charming, talented, and funny with just the right dash of crass; I'm sad that we don't live closer to one another. He's my favorite people and I'm sure we would make great friends.