I am uncertain if I should gripe or vent or keep my mouth shout. I cannot help myself from sounding like a broken record. But when a young man who barely has any friends to confide in and has so much frustration and angst bubbling beneath the skin- it's hard to contain these mounting feelings that are raging to the surface ever so frequently these ( Read more... )

How thin is the ice that America skates upon? How many threads are we hanging by and on the verge of being cut? How many pastors, leaders, tv evangelists, fundamentalists, bishops, priests will lead the innocent to their own flith and pleasure in the Name of Christ?

Aloha. 
American Trans Air. 
Skybus,

In less than a week, three US airlines have abpruptly ceased ALL operations and closed their doors.

Amazing.

The South Lake Union Trolley (officially the 'streetcar') has been involved in another collision with a vehicle.

This time, a parked truck.

Thanks Mayor Nickels for investing millions of dollars into your toy trains and mixing them with downtown Seattle traffic. At least a Metro bus can swerve to avoid a parked vehicle.

Today was my first bad day at work. I always anticipate them when I start a new job. Usually these dreaded milestones are full of mistakes, embarassments or embarassing mistakes that occur in the view of the last audience on earth I want them to see. The lines of welfare milkers, mental health cases and hobo-stinking hobos were consistantly triple- ( Read more... )

I believe Seattle's weather can be characterized and summed up by one word: scitzofrenic ( Read more... )

Trans World Airlines -commonly and affectionately known as "TWA." It was one of those airlines whose glory days peaked before the 90's and spent most of its twilight years in constant struggle. Mariam, one of Janna's friends, was wearing a t-shirt that sported TWA and it's classic global logo printed on the front. It took me nearly ten minutes ( Read more... )

10PM start with Top Foods. 
6-something AM bus to King Street Center. 
Quick jog through downtown. 
8AM start with Metro.

I am genuinely looking foward to it.

I just awoke from the strangest dream. Unlike my usuall apoptyltic nightmares I conjure, this one qualifies under the "Fantastic Voyage" category. And perhaps the song, "Magic Carpet Ride" could be its soundtrack. Somehow I ended up being a passenger on a vintage Boeing 727. The airline: Air Florida (in Seattle?) The flight: SEA-BFI (Boeing Field ( Read more... )

I asked Dad if he was aware of my feelings toward his marriage.

He replied no.

So when I revealed to him that his recent efforts to reunite with Mom were beyond futile, he was disappointed to discover no sympathy from his only son. When his eyes swelled to dark puffs, I did not buckle with pitty. When his voice cracked and became hoarse, my face ( Read more... )