this is the ending/ of the beginning

the Spenard La Mex is no more! 

fingers crossed that they never remove this amazing sign. 

someone was being all philosophical in the snow next to the sidewalk at Elderberry Park.

I hadn't been down there in a while. it's my Spot, but winter depersonalizes it. today I only did a moody walk-by. 

the rectangle o doooooooom! that's what I'm going to call all utility boxes henceforth. 

random ornaments on the trail near 15th. 

more sidewalk-snow artistry. 

the revised beverage on 4th Ave. 

today certainly ended far better than it began, for which I am exceedingly grateful. 

twaddle.

-Blaine's. this is a creative, albeit precious way to remedy the problem. 

-the sexy winter sky, now with a sexy jetstream! 

-Anchorage wins. 

-behind the PAC. 

-this might be one of my favorite photos I've ever taken. 

-Xmas fog through the windshield. 

-hoarfrost and the Yes filter. 

we used to consider ourselves so clever when we were, like, twelve. "what do you call promiscuous ice? HAR HAR HAR." 

-my newest handmade hat. I needed something warmer FAST, after I lost my other one on a -5F day.

purposely cheesy, I swear. 

a blowfly walks into a bar and says "is this stool taken?" 

HEYY! 

the giddy bliss of bullshit-intolerance!

behold, the warped fantasy of gravity upon the awning of the perpetual conundrum!

sorta near 12th & I Street. 

last night's club stamp. I kind of like this! perhaps the right arm needs some color blocking also. 

in honor of the imminent Xmas, here is a screen shot from when a friend tried to make me watch "Jesus Christ Superstar" about a year ago. I kept whining "noooo! this sucks!" "this does not suck! this is AWESOME!" she retorted. 

much love on this and each and every day, ya humans. 

axis tiltage!

36th Ave.  

exclamation point gait! lift yer damn feet, people! 

raven prints. 

at the Spenard train tracks. 

sexy, mysterious snow-cling on the trail from Spenard. 

6th and I. these are rooms where nefarious deeds should occur! the one on the left even has a bare light bulb! I dig the overall starkness almost as much as the grotty room painted entirely in Awfully Obnoxious Blue. 

holy shit, world. 

this rack is at Sears. 

happy solstice! my head still aches. I was drinking wine that had an actual cork. 

the blurry homemade potholder of infamy! 

well, not really infamy. unless you're using it to pick up a hot cauldron of sacrificial goat's blood, or something. 

in that case, you'd probably want a darker color, or a busier pattern. 

live it up, buttercup.

the problem I had with Washington's winters: the MONOTONY. soldiering through six months of grey bullshit with a 15 degree fluctuation is far more daunting than the constant orgy of luridity anchorage tosses out. it is impossible to be bored here. 

...it's impossible to be bored here for now, to clarify. I am an easily bored person, because I lack inherent motivation and creativity. this optimistic fiddle-dee-fuck can change dramatically by, say, February. 

Benson and C, -6F with a refreshing northerly breeze. I applied strawberry Chapstick whilst stumbling elegantly; the only part of me that was actually cold was my face, and I had a vague sensation of my eyes watering dramatically before freezing to themselves. I couldn't feel my skin, much less my lips. and I thought "aww yeah! fuck yes for MUSCLE MEMORY!" 

Anchorageites and their capricious attitude towards footwear! I say. maybe there's a sound chip within this boot that describes the strange and exotic trajectory that led it to this lonely bench on an ass-cold afternoon. 

sleep deprivation 

thirty-six hours til solstice 

time to eat more salt

the snow is currently reminding me of a young girl applying makeup for the first time. it's silly and over the top and breathtakingly innocent. 

"people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

-Maya Angelou 

24 comical hours

4th Avenue. note the ice-phallus on the lamp. 

the railroad tracks off 36th and the 1pm sunshine. 

I left the lair/ with the wettest of hair. 

4pm from the 18th floor of the Captain Cook. 

classy as fuck, y'all. 

often dreaming of trains

my porch. 

the overpass near Turnagain. 

the flowering spider plant! 

someone went nuts at the downtown transit center. everyone milling around in the snow commented on it appreciatively. 

the dank salt aisle of Carrs. 

the shit-car and her peeling door panel-thing catching snow. 

my neighbor offered to tow the bean away for free. he teaches mechanics at one of the schools and they'd gleefully dismantle her engine. it would be like a completely unlikable human being donating their body to science! redemption! 

this is the sort of atmosphere in which love letters get mentally composed. 

I mean, good lord, Anchorage. 

the crane poised to dismantle the building beneath it. a 50 year old structure is considered old here, so this saddens me. 

6th & I.

SNOW SNOW SNOW! 

my adductors are throbbing. 

"you make it hard for a nice girl to say no."

"well then, if it's so hard, don't say it."

-James M Cain 

Spenard.

it's another beautiful day. obviously.