It is a shockingly stunning Friday here in Seattle. It’s warm outside, the sun is shining, and the window to my office is wide open, letting in a breeze. The air almost smells like spring. Naturally, I am finding all of this kind of crazy distracting. It is very, very hard to stare at your…
I don’t know if it’s just me, but lately, so much of what I read or see online feels charged with emotion. There’s no apathy. Nothing feels phoned-in. It’s … well, beautiful, I guess. Occasionally sad. Really intense. As are a few of these links. I tried to throw a little levity in there, too,…
You know that feeling, when you have so much work to do that your brain can actually process it so you just sit, slack-jawed, staring into the space or (as is my situation) your computer screen? That. I have that. A looming deadline, a pile of dirty laundry, an insurmountable number of papers to make…
It’s been a wonderful, chilly week here in my hometown. On Wednesday, there was a parade welcoming home the Seahawks. 700,000 people showed up to cheer them on – more than the entire population of Seattle – in 20 degree weather. My little city has been bursting with pride and togetherness these last few days.…
Football. Football. Football football football. Football, football, football, football. Foot. Ball. FOOTBALL. Football? Football. (The Seahawks are playing in the Super Bowl this Sunday. Clearly, its gone to my head. While I try to regain some sanity, and make a deadline, you enjoy these links. Warning: most of them are related to … yeah. You guessed…
A funny thing happens the week after your team makes it to the Superbowl. In the beginning, you’re kind of confused and dazed. Did it actually happen? Did we actually beat the 49ers? And gradually, gradually, acceptance sets in. Yup. It happened. The Seahawks are going to the Superbowl, for only the second time ever.…
We’re back in grey Seattle, and plan to be for the next few weeks. It’s kind of great to be home. It’s chilly and wonderful here (perfect weather for making soup and cookies and puddings). Plus, the Seahawks are in the playoffs. I considered casting all sorts of gentle hexes on the Saints (I don’t…
It’s once again sunny here in Seattle, and yesterday, during Thursday Night Football, the commentators could not stop talking about how awesome the Seahawks are (and we weren’t even playing). So, clearly, clearly, sometime in the last few weeks I’ve managed to fall into some weird parallel universe. I’m not sure how to get back…
Today is the fiftieth anniversary of JFK’s assassination. Half a century later, it seems that the event still horrifies and captivates us. No aspect of it has gone unscrutinized. I’ve been devouring the Kennedy coverage – on everything from the suit Jackie wore on that day to the story of the AP writer who served as a pallbearer…
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