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Friday |
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Classic Seattle late spring day, cool and partly cloudy but when the sun comes out it roasts and I sit shirtless in the side yard reading Dry, happy not to be hungover, three weeks into alcohol abstinence, slowing down and seeing things more clearly, focusing energy. Walked in dappled shade and gathering clouds, the first drops hit our face just as we reached the Frye for Young Blood exhibit, which was excellent all around, in the end so sad and moving. Rob Kunz came over late afternoon to record a conversation about gentrification for a sound installation he is concocting that will take place in a condemned building to be determined. I'll post more about that as it develops. |