The theme for this week’s clip for the Gilman Park Thursday at the Movies (i.e., this Billy Bragg song) was on my mind for a couple of reasons. Mainly because whenever somebody mentions high school reunions and people their age now having kids in their late teens—which one of Lisa’s friends did this past weekend—I think of the line: “all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams.” It was certainly like that where I grew up. It seemed like at least some of the girls we’d fancied had kids almost immediately after leaving school. I’d see them pushing prams along the High Street and around the dismal shopping precinct. Their kids probably have kids by now.
Archive for September, 2010
Theundrearms.com web site is succinct and to the point, and simply states:
We, the residents of the charmingly ratty Undre Arms, are not responsible for the opinions held by our landlord, who is the one with “the sign” in Apt.1.
The Undre Arms apartments are located at 11th and Union in Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood. I used to live nearby and must have passed that building literally hundreds of times. In fact, I’m pretty sure the tire of my car picked up a nail from the street out front one time. I made it less than a block before I had to pull over, and remembered with a sinking feeling that my spare was also flat. And so began a saga I won’t repeat here.
I’ve stopped at this rest stop, somewhere between Walla Walla and Yakima, several times in the past. I don’t remember how many times or exactly where it is. But I do know that I hadn’t noticed this handy chapel until my most recent visit. To me, this ranks right up there with the subterranean chapel at Heathrow Airport, which is located by the Central Bus Station elevator. I’ve passed the signs for the Heathrow chapel dozens of times, but have never actually seen in. Maybe I’ll have to peak in the door next time I’m there.
I’ve been thinking a lot about fences lately, and doing some online research, mainly looking for cedar “post on pipe” fence posts. You probably won’t be surprised to hear that many of the fence-related sites I visited mentioned the adage about fences and neighbors. Although it predates Robert Frost, there’s no doubt that its widespread use owes a debt to Frost’s poem Mending Wall, which is ironic, given that in the poem Frost is questioning the need for a wall between two adjoining farms.
A gas station in the shape of a teapot. Now that’s something I can get behind. And the fact that this handsome teapot was built in 1922 to commemorate the Teapot Dome bribery scandal of the 1920s and not a hot refreshing brew is fine by me. I’m just amazed (and impressed) that somebody way back when thought this rock looked like a teapot. Moved from its original location in 1978, the Teapot Dome Service Station is currently located across I-82 from Zillah, Washington.
Back in the Pleistocene age or whatever it was that preceded grunge rock in the late 1980s/early 1990s, there was the Madchester scene. The bands had silly names: Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, The Charletans (UK), Inspiral Carpets, James. And my friends and I wore a lot of silly paisley and flowery shirts. Good times. Good times. The Stone Roses’ eponymous (yes, I like that word) LP was definitely the sound of 1989 and still sounds great today. After a lengthy legal dispute, they released their second LP in 1994, the aptly named Second Coming, and promptly dropped out of sight.
Here is another Ballard Ave ghost sign that appears to have several things going on. This one is located at the intersection of Ballard Ave and Market Street, on the side of the BalMar (get it?), that “up-and-coming neighborhood bar with an urban, loungy vibe.” There’s the Ballard Dept Store, the Can’t Bust Em ad, and, of course, the work of some moron who tagged the corner. (more…)