Priorities
Only in Spokane would last night’s “Top News Story”, appearing on all three major news channels, focus on the misplacement and general thievery of “hundreds” of political propaganda signs. Never mind telling us about actual newsworthy happenings within our city and the greater Pacific Northwest region. After all, SIGNS are MISSING!
Rest assured that even as I sit here questioning the ability of our newsrooms to actually unearth a legitimate “top story,” the Spokane Police Department is spending a great deal of time and man power in their quest to hunt down these politically minded heathens no doubt taking the physical form of mischievous high schoolers.
I imagine that upon capture all parties responsible will be promptly thrown into the stocks outside of city hall, where everyone in the city lacking a sense of humor will congregate to throw rotten vegetables, rocks, small yappy dogs, and other inanimate objects at these, the bane of Spokane’s otherwise prestigious existence.
I suppose I should be thankful that in their search for the MISSING SIGNS!, the amount of traffic officers pointing radar guns in my general vicinity looks to slightly decrease.
Do A Big Sister A Favor?
Today is babycarrot sister’s 26th! Day of Cake. Being that my sister happens to be (awesome, yes! and) one of my favorite people on the planet, I think instead of being here, you should go here, and read all about what made her day great. (Seeing as how we’re all very visual learners around these parts, I will tell you that there are most definitely pictures. Of cake, even!)
You could even wish her a happy! birthday. You know, if you → Read more...
My Heart Is A Nautical-Themed Pashmina Afghan
We interrupt copious amounts of Asia recapping this broadcast for a maritime digression of sorts.
You see, I’ve been a lover of the ocean, and of all things aquatic and nautical-inspired, ever since I can remember.
My love for sea-faring-everything might very well have been fostered during the myriad spring breaks spent exploring quaint coastal communities in and around Port Ludlow, Washington. Some of my fondest childhood memories spring forth from days spent poking my curious face into every trinket shop in → Read more...
Paint By Numbers
Or, My Asian Adventure, Numerically Speaking.
1: Raw Ginseng root eaten after being offered by a kindly man with wrinkles showcasing his eyes at the Yangyang market. Also the number of photos I was asked to be in with total strangers (at the Forbidden City in Beijing).
6: Times I was asked to take pictures for total strangers.
2: Cups of mineral water I drank directly from a spring in the ground (in Osaek).
3: Flights (out of 5) wherein I had two (or → Read more...
Eggers-How We Are Hungry
I knew the Red Pyramid had just been reopened, or was about to be reopened, though I didn’t know why they called it Red. I wanted to ride on a horse through the desert. I wanted to see if this man–slight, with brown teeth, wide-set eyes, a cop mustache–would try to kill me. There were plenty of Egyptians who would love to kill me, I was sure, and I was ready to engage in any way with someone who wanted → Read more...