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in pioneer square, i was stared at by several elderly tourists whilst taking this picture.

next to the railroad tracks in ballard:

the (partial) spoils of a coworker's going-away party:

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my very first boss was a screamingly Pseudo-Sensitive teva-wearer at AkPIRG. he had long luscious hair and a tattoo on his foot. his catchphrase was "so sayeth the shepherd..." whereupon we, the employees, would reply "so sayeth the flock." it was all very sarcastic. i was only fifteen and didn't find it especially amusing. but it is a phrase that, years later, gets stuck in my head ALL THE TIME, at least a few times a week... and it is here now... entirely inconsequential but i am sharing it anyhow.