again with the shenanigan

my wee fridge crapped out over the weekend. apparently someone "comes through the neighborhood a few times a week" to pick up metal and appliances, so the dead fridge was cheerily placed (not by me) on the street corner opposite from the lair. I totally forgot to see if it was gone today. well cool, if this is actually a legitimate method of disposal (which I sorta doubt). 

this fridge knew all my strange cheese-loving, candy-freezing secrets. 

when I used to take print film I went through nearly an entire role of black and white one day taking photos of an especially lurid rainbow, to see if it would show up... how deep and metaphorical, this monochromatic re-imagining! it was a shitty idea. the sky just looked grey and sodden. the best part was showing people these dreadfully boring images and saying "yeah, I was trying to take a photo of a rainbow in black and white" and seeing their "oh, okay" reaction. 

anyway, here's some bright orange poppies that I completely neutered. 

in a secret little pocket of Ballard. 

bocarones (?): fried artichokes with sweet peppers and anchovies, in a shmutz of extremely garlicky aioli. 

the Brick, Roslyn WA. cool stovepipe. impressive archway. I would have liked to see this place 90 years ago. 

holy resting bitch face, batman. 

I had my second losing-gravity dream in a week the other night. I was in an elevator going one level down to "the parking garage" of a large desolate building. it was a large, freighty elevator car, and I was the only one in it, and when it started to descend I jumped childishly (like I always do). I was immediately thrown with my back against the ceiling, waving my arms like an idiot, yelling "god damn it! not again!" as I plummeted far deeper than one story down. it was another dream I woke myself up from. I looked up the "interpretation" on the internets: the direction of the elevator is significant, and if you're going down and floating idiotically, you're probably feeling helpless and out of control about something that's already negative in your life (like a job, or a relationship...) it makes eerily succinct sense, in terms of everything that's happened/happening lately; my brain tends to get fed up with bullshit long before I actually do anything decisive and proactive about it. 

so I have weird fucking nightmares and write about them. 

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(whereas when you float in an ascending elevator, you may be insecure about your lofty abilities or something, you self-aware go-getter you).