seattle all gone

am here at work finishing up a book of info about the history of new wave, and looking through these pictures is making me excited about the prospect of making music again. tomorrow caleb and get on the road back to the east coast, stopping in ohio for the historic canfield fair, unfortunately too early to see the mangled-mind of Bill Cosby or the truck and tractor pull, both of which will fuel the imaginations of my hometown to, I'm sure, constructive thoughts in these pressing pre-election days.

i've fallen deeply in love with seattle in these two months, although the torment of rain and miserable fast rolling clouds of the last four days have given me some idea of what the 'rest of the year' must be like here. apparently it was named the city where you get the least value for your money, but this does not take into account the vistas, the innumerable parks, well-planned roads and sidewalks, wealth of interesting new architecture and other apparently valueless things that make walking around on the streets here so humane and charming.

that said, the seattle central library should be on every book and design lovers to visit list - we went there yesterday (yes, on my birthday...) and wandered through the flourescent escalators, the downward spiral of books and soft, rubbery plus chairs that make the library every northern europrean aesthete's eyes tear. by that i mean it's totally ikea plus, not very practical i imagine for hard wear, not meant for sitting (?). maybe i'm wrong. c and i bought matching 'i read a book in a koolhaus' t-shirts. Clement Greenberg be damned.