continuing the catalog of floating arrows, here are two from above Denny. fear|less (fearless, less fear, fear less?) and hey|taxi.

two more in the series of floating arrows: from two intersections along Denny way.

From a BoingBoing post [bb] about applications of flickr image tags, I noticed that a fairly popular RSS feed was for photos tagged with “seattle” [flickr]. It’s a neat stream-of-visual-consciousness look at what’s going on around town.

Anyone who has strolled the streets with even a modicum of interest in their surroundings has seen the amusing ghosts spray painted in most neighborhoods around town. For those of you that haven’t, Tom Harpel is doing a fine job of capturing all of Cold Killer’s leavings. That little ghost is an enigma wrapped in a mystery tied up in a riddle, I can’t determine if it’s supposed to be political (see the fuk the usa) or just random art by some stranger or strange collective. Either way it makes life more interesting.
I’ve only lived my adult life in Seattle so I can’t speak for other cities, but there has always been a plethora of guerilla art springing up somewhere. Remember the white statues on Broadway or even the monolith back in 2001. Aside from Cold K there are little arrows attached to wires over the streets that have one word written across each side. One on 12th ave between pike and Madison has “Rise” on one side and “Above” on the other. Or there’s one that says “Numb/Nuts” on it on Pine right in front of the Baltic Room. Anybody have a clue?

If you’ve run out of excuses to wander around the grounds of the UW, but miss the experience of spinning around and looking at the collegiate gothic architecture there is a new resource just for you! The University of Washington’s online campus tour now includes 360° panoramas of ten of the most popular spots on campus. [eCampustours]
Feel free to be as loud as you want while browsing the online Suzzallo Reading Room.

If I complain about how the audience at far too many club shows here approaches live music as if they were walking through an art museum, I’ll only be adding to a long-established litany. I may not always want to get up and dance and, yes, there are times when I find what my friend has to say in my ear considerably more fascinating than what’s going on on-stage, but I don’t bother going to live shows to stand statue-still in hushed reverence. You want my silent awe, awe me into it, I say…and how many live bands want that?
Last night at the Sunset was a new low, however. Mark Pickerel, Steve Turner and Stone Gossard all put on amazing sets and then came Ian Moore, a thrilling musician who deserves all the respect he can get. And better fans. The club was about half-filled at this point. My friends and I were standing in the back, talking amongst ourselves while we decided when to leave as they needed to get back to Northern California by a certain time on Saturday. As happens, one comment sparked laughter and a woman alone, also all the way at the back of the club walked over to scold us.
If you were really trying to hear the music, dear, why didn’t you move up front? There was plenty of room.
But, then, if you wanted only the music and no distractions, why didn’t you just stay at home and listen to the CD?
Life is short, people, you’ve got to LIVE it all.

At last, the horrible local nightmare has come to an end!
Harbor steps, local overpriced condo across from the Seattle Art Museum, made a call for submissions for local artists to create some sculptures for an exhibit titled “On the Edge” .
Ross Palmer Beecher thought this was a great idea, and entered a piece which was a little political.

Beecher’s piece is a flag made of crushed Anheuser-Busch beer cans sitting on a red wagon.
“I folded the cans to remove the ‘c,’ so they spell Bush,” she said. “It’s a flag collage of cans and burnt cookie tins and merry Christmas wrappers. On top of the flag are whirligigs.
“In front of the flag are deer jawbones wrapped in blue cans with bullet casings. The handle of the little red wagon is bolted up, to look like a Republican elephant nose. I meant it to be comic, fun and funky.”

Well, Harbor Steps threw a hissy fit, stating:

“Her work doesn’t fit, as it’s not in context with the rest of the art, which is not political. We were not looking to provide a political forum.”

Well, they all kissed and made up today, agreeing to a sign placed near Beecher’s piece saying views expressed by artists in the exhibit do not necessarily reflect the views of Harbor Properties.
If interested, head down to Harbor Steps at 5:30 today for a party on the steps that celebrate the artists.

Oh. Dear. God. The rains! They have returned! If you’re the kind of Seattleite I am, you’re dressed for the cabana today and not hurrying through the rain. I run for no rain. Umbrellas are for weenies.
I’m wondering what this means for Inner Ear Trauma Fest, er, Seafair, as the Blue Angels are scheduled to fly today from 12-1 and I was looking forward to gawking at lunch. The cloud cover may interfere. A good place to watch them if you’re on the west side is in Sodo, preferably from a highish point, because you can see them circle around a few times before going over Lake Washington and there aren’t too many tall buildings blocking the view. I suggest the roof of my office building, but I know you can’t all make it there. I still think they look pretty good on TV too, although they aren’t as likely to blow your mind.

Today, King County judge William Downing ruled the state DOMA law unconstitutional, opening the door for same-sex marriage in Washington. The decision was immediately stayed, however, and the case will be working its way up to the state Supreme Court.

But if you were considering opening a formal wear shop on Cap Hill, now might be a good time.

I’m just sayin.

Okay, so here’s the deal. I’m parked above the QFC on Broadway and Pike. Next to me, three girls, roughly drinking age, come out of the QFC elevator and head to their car, which is parked to the immediate left of mine. They are dressed like…well… like 21 year olds about to head out to the clubs. Leather pants, Tattoos on the small of the backs, high heels. If you’re around Pike and Pine on Weekend Nights, you know the type.
The woman who was to sit in passenger seat, states allowed “I’m sorry, I have to do this now”, and with her car door still open, proceeds to drop trou, and relieve herself in the parking lot. Only then do they realize that they have an audience…me. The two ladies in the car, seriously perturbed at their friend, roll their collective eyes and start to yell at the one leaving a large puddle on the parking lot.
So I do the only thing I can think of. I start my car, and exit the parking space, exposing the woman for all to see.
Welcome to Seattle…where you sometimes gotta take the weird with the wild.