tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75515161568926320692011-07-08T08:31:08.375-07:00charlie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878089825336178922noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551516156892632069.post-31780238915161590112010-03-24T22:37:00.000-07:002010-03-24T23:40:20.993-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/S6r-eAPxlzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ty1Ah1V9BEI/s1600/Seattle+Gray+2.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/S6r-eAPxlzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ty1Ah1V9BEI/s200/Seattle+Gray+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452450090301101874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Seattle is...</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >gray</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. literally.<br /><br />While zoning in on my work computer - without even a blink - i sometimes hear the total misguided satement "today's a nice day."<br /><br />"Today" is usually </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >not</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> a nice day--in Cali. terms. It just cannot be. Cali's "nice" day is: warmth, sun actually shinning, with tube tops w. sandals. Seattle's "nice" </span><span style="font-size:130%;">is </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >just</span><span style="font-size:130%;">: no rain. It's not warm, the clouds r still heavy, with blk &amp; gray Northface jackets draped over ppl's slumped bodies. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Gray</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> is only "nice" on accent walls of ur condo's 1/2 bathroom.<br /><br />Clearly there's a difference of cultural definitions going on here...<br /><br />ps. even if Seattle's not "nice" it is... in a quite way, poignantly beautiful.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/S6r9VekgdLI/AAAAAAAAABc/Wa-yyrjmcCA/s1600/public+market.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/S6r9VekgdLI/AAAAAAAAABc/Wa-yyrjmcCA/s200/public+market.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452448844310672562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/S6r9lN1OllI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fc7rf7kVNfc/s1600/stone+st.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/S6r9lN1OllI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fc7rf7kVNfc/s200/stone+st.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452449114695308882" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551516156892632069-3178023891516159011?l=charliees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charlie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878089825336178922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551516156892632069.post-67119944179171518782008-08-21T16:15:00.001-07:002010-03-24T23:24:48.505-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/SK36NcCuU9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lYKR5sgk_4M/s1600-h/starbucks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVYAaFEm9dI/SK36NcCuU9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lYKR5sgk_4M/s200/starbucks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237117050474615762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">the grass is always </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">greener</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> on the other side~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">when i finally got a moment to wander through my thoughts, i found myself just wanting. i wanted time. time to doodle letters &amp; pieces onto my laptop @ a coffee shop, clean my apt., or simply sit &amp; have a full conversation w. matt, without having to be in panic. panic that i'm supposed to be doing something, going somewhere, or preparing for both, has filled my days to the last minutes of it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">i'm ready to let fall seep through and have calm take over again.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551516156892632069-6711994417917151878?l=charliees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charlie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878089825336178922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551516156892632069.post-73588895646914697412008-08-21T16:15:00.000-07:002008-08-21T16:16:05.427-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551516156892632069-7358889564691469741?l=charliees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charlie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878089825336178922noreply@blogger.com0