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the other day I recorded the non-residential establishments within a one-block radius of my lair: 

-Ethiopian evangelical church

-Chinese bakery and bar 

-fancy restaurant/bar (artisanal chicarrones and muddled liquor, etc. very Cap Hill Bourgeois, hereafter referred to as CHB) 

-another church of some Christian persuasion

-wine bar

-remodeling consultant office

-boutique day spa

-fancy French restaurant/bar

-organic bake-at-home pizza place with adjacent ice cream parlor

-fancy Italian restaurant 

all of these, apart from the churches, are on the first floor of all the new fucking condos. the best I can say: they're local and independent. the world probably doesn't need more twee overpriced frippery, but it also doesn't need more spray-tanning and Subways. 

On a vaguely related note, I am pleasantly reminded how distant a memory Anchorage is becoming. 

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glistening meat-suit! 

I read this thing about using photos of your bookshelves in personal ads, instead of leering selfies of your own dumb face. I like it! it definitely gives one greater insight- or greater inclination to flee, depending. 

Queen Anne, where even the garbage is polite. 

2nd Avenue. 

The Bay of Elliotts. 

White Horse Tavern. 

Queen Anne. 

what's better than a cat wearing clothes? not fucking much. 

Roger Dean'd misty morning something-something. I miss this angle of the city. I used to see it every day. 

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some songs have that part: the chord changes, the tempo alters, the listener is forced to re-pay attention. I am trying to remember to compile a list... it's often difficult unless you're listening to something right then. 

these give me chills every fucking time: 

-Brian Eno "Baby's on Fire" at 2:21

-Tears for Fears "Sowing the Seeds" at 3:54

-CAN "Mother Sky" at 2:09

-and scoff not: Seals and Crofts "Summer Breeze" at 2:27