Just rigged up the turbine for rope access. Admiring the view. #windenergy
99.8% humidity in the clouds this morning. Not ideal for applying coating to the wind turbine tower, but makes for a great view! North Dakota.
On the way to work this morning. North Dakota.
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. Future’s uncertain, past is whatever they say it is, lies upon lies, a life interred, for words and ideas. I’m the perfect man, to carry the sins of my generation. The concerns of the muted voices, stuck in a past frame perspective for most. To the future I’ve lived and dreamed, despite being dragged through the fuck of of experts ideas, barely competent enough to breathe. How dare I speak back and lash your frozen mind with my words, and walk gracefully upon the surface of this planet? Fear no evil, be not a respecter of titles or persons. Human is human, spirit is spirit. fuck it, I’ll just go ahead and invite evil right in, and get my life over with. “Ask yourself a question. Are you really free?” Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream
Is the camera recording? “I don’t see the Red.”
Arrest me #shokoimamura #hillary2016 I’ll be at Seatac at 4am leaving for work, since the cops stole my phone I’ll have to release all the photos because they’re already public record now.
Last day of summer for me. #seattle #lakeunion #sup #rightnow
I saw this scene from the bus today. #giraffe #urbanism #seattle
Yesterday putting together another #notejoint creative. #seattle @stumptowncoffee
Stream of consciousness sketch with #JulesFeiffer this morning at @stumptowncoffee. @notejoint #notejoint
Just chop me down why don’t you, Crush me under 1,000 police officers, Imprison me on a thousand ships, Steal each friend making moment, Poison the heart before I even arrive, Starve me for your last lift ticket to the stars, I’m your servant, your silent witness, your itch, and disgrace, my life eroding one nuclear moment of decay at a time, my heart is built to burst open and spill, and cover the whole world in a sticky mess of red bubbles, to be washed from the rigs deck, like spilled blood from a period, I am just a monthly check, a twisted Cotten napkin in a red plastic bin, forgotten by everyone else because of absence but loathed by the janitor who has to put on the gloves.
I started taking pictures again. I suppose that’s a good thing. Probably won’t buy cappuccinos or pay rent though, #prodigalson
Out tonight with Matt on University, Seattle at the Kraken Bar.