beatnikside

Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day. The Seattle sun is out and making up for months of lost time. A parcel of indie bands is performing around the neighborhood today as part of a KEXP deelio. The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is opening tonight and I'll be there, even though my entry -- an all-toy version of "The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" -- failed to make the cut. The stoners are frolicking in the park ... frolicking, I say! And I've turned in one massive freelance assignment and have a moment of breathing room between four or five others. I have got to get the hell out of this house and do the Wall-E thing with my solar cells. I haven't had a good shot of vitamin D in months, and days like these are so excellent and rare. I hope you're enjoying your day, wherever you are.