Sunday, December 30, 2007
( a little scotch-tape art for your amusement)
Context: normally I write my scribblings in Toronto, at a coffee joint called The Jet Fuel where I spend way too much of my time (and hence call it "my office"). I usually write it before I teach my Sunday Nia class. Today I'm scibbling in Seattle. Different vibe altogether!)
Now I am sitting in a marble lobby which is pretending to be upscale yet offers $66/night rooms in downtown Seattle.
Then I was writing from Cabbagetown in at "my office" listening to Dr. John singing "Mess around".
Now I have a belly full of a grainy black-bean veggie burger and Pale Ale from Pike's Pub and Brewery.
Then I was hopped up on $3 lattes (which, I PROMISE you, are the best in Toronto).
Now I am going to bed early to go snowshoeing at the summit of Snoqualmie in Washington State tomorrow.
Then I was waking my muse to teach class at the Union.
Now I am eavesdropping.
Then I was introspective.
Now I am finishing.
Then I was continuing.