journalistic affect
ok, i don't have much time.
state check: we're in the upstairs office winding down the day. internet surf and listening to the 1972 Doobie Brothers albub Toulouse Street. why not? after going through a pile of psy-goa, this is the perfect wind-out.
gordo's, on seaview. if you go through Ballard then let yourself get pushed north by the shoreline, you eventually get to gordo's. basically enough of a shack to contain a basic line and probably a cold room, but that's pure conjecture on my part. through the dark window the older gentlman takes the order, with his wife in the background already reaching for what's needed. all the menus on the outside are faded, and if the whole seattle health thing has made a pass by here it's reflected in the equally faded signs in the window corners for vegi-burgers. with fries of course.
there is no in in gordo's, but it's a picturesque parking lot. the place next door used to be, and might still be, one of those places that sells all those concrete lawn thingies. i'm not sure if the sign that said "for rent" was for the whole place or just for the fence. at least one of the gulls had given up on all that fishing and was evidently doing pretty well cleaining up the sidewalk in front of the windows. the kiddo and his dad both put deep thought into the menu, then settled on a cheddar burger, with the kiddo forgoing the fries for the fried mushrooms. oh, are our midwest roots showing? uh? uh? i had the healthy fish and vegitable plate because i'm just that way, with an extra order of vegies thank you very much. the kiddo pointed out that *he* wasn't allowed to count fries and and extra order of fried mushrooms as his daily serving of vegies, but then i pointed out "shut up" and bought him a rootbeer and i'm just such a good parent.
i thought i would feel more guilty. i mean, here i am enjoying crunchy fried food while my wife is accross the street having a tooth that's been giving her trouble for a while now yanked out of her head. i gave a peice of fish to the mumbly guy, which means that overall i'm a good person, right? still, if it was me in the dentist's chair, i'd want my loved ones out there crunching away, eating double-cheeze pizza, drinking hot/cold drinks, right? these are the kinds of things i really should be considering, but actually, i was just hoping that my pictures of that fat gull come out alright.
anyway, i try to focus on this fried-food goodness because my baby's had a hard day. this whole dentist thing isn't anyone's idea of a good time. oh, yah, i live in seattle... it's not most people's idea of a good time, and my lady's had a bad time all around in this area. to give them credit, the people at Gentle Dental (gotta love that name) did as well as anyone can be exected in turning a mid-eeevvvviiiiilllll torture session bearable. but that's me talking. she's not doing a whole bunch of that right now. one gripe. if you send someone home with a sucking hole in their heads, give them some decent pain meds. ow. pain hurts. all of that. motrin is *not* rated for "sucking hole in the head". nowhere on the label does it say that.
and there's more stuff, but you know, my head has just given up. love, hug, pinch, lick, bed.
state check: we're in the upstairs office winding down the day. internet surf and listening to the 1972 Doobie Brothers albub Toulouse Street. why not? after going through a pile of psy-goa, this is the perfect wind-out.
gordo's, on seaview. if you go through Ballard then let yourself get pushed north by the shoreline, you eventually get to gordo's. basically enough of a shack to contain a basic line and probably a cold room, but that's pure conjecture on my part. through the dark window the older gentlman takes the order, with his wife in the background already reaching for what's needed. all the menus on the outside are faded, and if the whole seattle health thing has made a pass by here it's reflected in the equally faded signs in the window corners for vegi-burgers. with fries of course.
there is no in in gordo's, but it's a picturesque parking lot. the place next door used to be, and might still be, one of those places that sells all those concrete lawn thingies. i'm not sure if the sign that said "for rent" was for the whole place or just for the fence. at least one of the gulls had given up on all that fishing and was evidently doing pretty well cleaining up the sidewalk in front of the windows. the kiddo and his dad both put deep thought into the menu, then settled on a cheddar burger, with the kiddo forgoing the fries for the fried mushrooms. oh, are our midwest roots showing? uh? uh? i had the healthy fish and vegitable plate because i'm just that way, with an extra order of vegies thank you very much. the kiddo pointed out that *he* wasn't allowed to count fries and and extra order of fried mushrooms as his daily serving of vegies, but then i pointed out "shut up" and bought him a rootbeer and i'm just such a good parent.
i thought i would feel more guilty. i mean, here i am enjoying crunchy fried food while my wife is accross the street having a tooth that's been giving her trouble for a while now yanked out of her head. i gave a peice of fish to the mumbly guy, which means that overall i'm a good person, right? still, if it was me in the dentist's chair, i'd want my loved ones out there crunching away, eating double-cheeze pizza, drinking hot/cold drinks, right? these are the kinds of things i really should be considering, but actually, i was just hoping that my pictures of that fat gull come out alright.
anyway, i try to focus on this fried-food goodness because my baby's had a hard day. this whole dentist thing isn't anyone's idea of a good time. oh, yah, i live in seattle... it's not most people's idea of a good time, and my lady's had a bad time all around in this area. to give them credit, the people at Gentle Dental (gotta love that name) did as well as anyone can be exected in turning a mid-eeevvvviiiiilllll torture session bearable. but that's me talking. she's not doing a whole bunch of that right now. one gripe. if you send someone home with a sucking hole in their heads, give them some decent pain meds. ow. pain hurts. all of that. motrin is *not* rated for "sucking hole in the head". nowhere on the label does it say that.
and there's more stuff, but you know, my head has just given up. love, hug, pinch, lick, bed.