3.29.2007
3.26.2007
From the trenches
3/12
Day Shift
A woman reported that someone broke into her car and installed courtesy lights. She also went to her doctor and reported that her Oxycodone had been stolen. The doctor told the officer that she had prescribed 120 Oxycodone pills only six days prior and she would not be issuing a new prescription.
He reported the same thing
An officer met with a woman in the police department lobby who reported seeing a man in Lynnwood and then again in Mukilteo. She thought that he might be following her.
3/12
Night Shift
Not going anywhere
Officers received a report from a woman saying that her boyfriend was threatening to take the motor out of her vehicle. The unhappy couple said they were breaking up and he was moving out. Their primary dispute involved a puppy dog. The officer referred them to dispute resolution and advised them to seek legal advice regarding any disputed property ownership issues.
3/13
Day Shift
Deemed too fabulous
A 30-year-old man on roller skates along the 10800 block of Harbour Pointe Blvd. prompted a concerned citizen to ask for an area check. According to the caller, he "seemed out of place."
3/13
Night Shift
A 16-year-old girl assaulted her 15-year-old sister by punching her in the face, prompting a call to the police. Denny Youth Center would not accept the suspect for booking as the crime did not meet the mandatory requirements. Arrangements were made for the suspect to stay at the Evergreen House in Everett.
3/14
Night Shift
A fraud in name only
Officers responded to an in-progress fraud. Upon arrival, it was determined that a 16-year-old girl gave the clerk a $50 bill that she thought was fake. It was determined that the bill was real, but very old.
3/16
Day Shift
While on patrol, an officer saw a juvenile male smoking. The male originally gave the officer a false date of birth. He was arrested for Obstructing and released to his parents. The case will be referred to the prosecutor.
A patient who threatened suicide brought officers to the parking lot in which he was sitting. As officer approached, he reached inside his car and brought out a handgun in a carry case. He was subdued, disarmed, and transported to the hospital by the aid crew. The 9mm handgun and two fully loaded magazines were booked into evidence for safekeeping.
3/17
Day Shift
Caaal-vin!
A caller reported that she was a nanny for a 12-year-old boy that had locked her out of the house and would not let her back in. The boy opened the door for the officers who promptly arrived. The nanny further reported that before her charge had locked himself in, he said he wanted to kill himself. He was transported to the hospital for a mental health evaluation.
3/17
Night Shift
Officers were dispatched to a report of a fight in a parking lot involving a group of subjects. The police later received calls about a "half naked" male walking barefoot into traffic and blocking cars. He was also reported to be threatening others and yelling loud obscenities. Police located him nearby. Extremely intoxicated, the
male became belligerent with officers, making several more threats and continuing to yell loudly. He was arrested and booked for Disorderly Conduct and Minor in Possession.
On a related note
An officer was dispatched to the intersection of Paine Field and SR-525 for a white male, possibly on drugs, that was walking in the middle of the road and "pulling at flowers" in the center median. The subject was gone on arrival.
3/18
Night Shift
Officers were dispatched to a fight in a parking lot along Harbour Pointe Blvd. A man and his son were involved in a physical confrontation; the son was arrested for assaulting his father and booked into the Snohomish County Jail again.
3/19
Day Shift
The reporting party requested a phone call regarding a sexual assault that happened three days prior. When the officer called, he learned that there was no sexual assault; a 15-year-old had consensual sex with her 16-year-old boyfriend.
3/19
Night Shift
Well, why not?
While on patrol, an officer ran a check on a blue 1990 Ford Mustang. The vehicle returned stolen out of South Everett. The officer turned on the vehicle and it fled southbound on the Speedway. The officer did not pursue.
Day Shift
A woman reported that someone broke into her car and installed courtesy lights. She also went to her doctor and reported that her Oxycodone had been stolen. The doctor told the officer that she had prescribed 120 Oxycodone pills only six days prior and she would not be issuing a new prescription.
He reported the same thing
An officer met with a woman in the police department lobby who reported seeing a man in Lynnwood and then again in Mukilteo. She thought that he might be following her.
3/12
Night Shift
Not going anywhere
Officers received a report from a woman saying that her boyfriend was threatening to take the motor out of her vehicle. The unhappy couple said they were breaking up and he was moving out. Their primary dispute involved a puppy dog. The officer referred them to dispute resolution and advised them to seek legal advice regarding any disputed property ownership issues.
3/13
Day Shift
Deemed too fabulous
A 30-year-old man on roller skates along the 10800 block of Harbour Pointe Blvd. prompted a concerned citizen to ask for an area check. According to the caller, he "seemed out of place."
3/13
Night Shift
A 16-year-old girl assaulted her 15-year-old sister by punching her in the face, prompting a call to the police. Denny Youth Center would not accept the suspect for booking as the crime did not meet the mandatory requirements. Arrangements were made for the suspect to stay at the Evergreen House in Everett.
3/14
Night Shift
A fraud in name only
Officers responded to an in-progress fraud. Upon arrival, it was determined that a 16-year-old girl gave the clerk a $50 bill that she thought was fake. It was determined that the bill was real, but very old.
3/16
Day Shift
While on patrol, an officer saw a juvenile male smoking. The male originally gave the officer a false date of birth. He was arrested for Obstructing and released to his parents. The case will be referred to the prosecutor.
A patient who threatened suicide brought officers to the parking lot in which he was sitting. As officer approached, he reached inside his car and brought out a handgun in a carry case. He was subdued, disarmed, and transported to the hospital by the aid crew. The 9mm handgun and two fully loaded magazines were booked into evidence for safekeeping.
3/17
Day Shift
Caaal-vin!
A caller reported that she was a nanny for a 12-year-old boy that had locked her out of the house and would not let her back in. The boy opened the door for the officers who promptly arrived. The nanny further reported that before her charge had locked himself in, he said he wanted to kill himself. He was transported to the hospital for a mental health evaluation.
3/17
Night Shift
Officers were dispatched to a report of a fight in a parking lot involving a group of subjects. The police later received calls about a "half naked" male walking barefoot into traffic and blocking cars. He was also reported to be threatening others and yelling loud obscenities. Police located him nearby. Extremely intoxicated, the
male became belligerent with officers, making several more threats and continuing to yell loudly. He was arrested and booked for Disorderly Conduct and Minor in Possession.
On a related note
An officer was dispatched to the intersection of Paine Field and SR-525 for a white male, possibly on drugs, that was walking in the middle of the road and "pulling at flowers" in the center median. The subject was gone on arrival.
3/18
Night Shift
Officers were dispatched to a fight in a parking lot along Harbour Pointe Blvd. A man and his son were involved in a physical confrontation; the son was arrested for assaulting his father and booked into the Snohomish County Jail again.
3/19
Day Shift
The reporting party requested a phone call regarding a sexual assault that happened three days prior. When the officer called, he learned that there was no sexual assault; a 15-year-old had consensual sex with her 16-year-old boyfriend.
3/19
Night Shift
Well, why not?
While on patrol, an officer ran a check on a blue 1990 Ford Mustang. The vehicle returned stolen out of South Everett. The officer turned on the vehicle and it fled southbound on the Speedway. The officer did not pursue.
3.23.2007
This morning
This morning I woke up drunk on the possibilities of the band I'm in. Also: the three Mac & Jacks I had with my parents, the Joost I drank during band practice, and the gin I downed once I got home.
So I woke up drunk on possibilities and, uh, alcohol.
Speaking of The End Times; our next show has been scheduled: April 20th. West Seattle. Pacific Rim Brewery. With the Bug Nasties and Green Handshake. Be there or be resigned to wait until the next one.
So I woke up drunk on possibilities and, uh, alcohol.
Speaking of The End Times; our next show has been scheduled: April 20th. West Seattle. Pacific Rim Brewery. With the Bug Nasties and Green Handshake. Be there or be resigned to wait until the next one.
3.20.2007
3.16.2007
The price I pay for eating well
Sandwiches are frightfully boring. Like math. But tastier. Like children. It's a fact, go look it up. But as I don't particularly enjoy eating children, sandwiches, or math (although, it must be said that the exponents in quadratic functions are a delicacy too rarely enjoyed), my lunchtime repast at work often consists of leftovers from last night's dinner, be it homemade or store-bought.
This has become such tradition that, more than anything else, I'm well known around the office place for having the most delightfully smelling foodstuffs. What can I say? My adventurous tongue will no longer suffer the white-bread sorrows of mustard slathered turkey (unless, of course, it has been grilled and further seasoned with pesto and avocado. That shit is delicious.)
Today, I was eating what you see at left (on the screen, baby, on the screen. I don't know what you have to the left of whatever you're reading this on, but chances are real good I was not eating it.) If you've never had one of these things, you really ought to. It's a box of pure Eastern imagination hiding in a textural playland of rice, chicken, and fruit. They're cheap and, all things considered, not too terribly bad for you. Today I had the Sweet and Sour Chicken; its powerful and seductive smell wafts into the nose like a bouquet of egrets seeing sanctuary. And the taste? Like getting shot with a stun gun set on "Pleasure."
Most of my co-workers have been, or currently are, sick. Even I was out yesterday to recuperate. And while today I am back in full control of my faculties, some of my colleagues are not so lucky. Which is how we get to the following exchange (and the whole point of this post):
Coworker #1: Oh, my! That smells delicious.
Coworker #2: What is it?
Coworker #1: It's sweet and sour chicken. Can't you smell it?
Coworker #2: I'm sick. Stuffed up. I can't smell anything.
Coworker #1: Well, go stick your nose in his box and see if you smell anything.
GO STICK YOUR NOSE IN HIS BOX
AND SEE IF YOU SMELL ANYTHING
Please, coworkers and friends, do not ever do this. Ever. Thank you.
This has become such tradition that, more than anything else, I'm well known around the office place for having the most delightfully smelling foodstuffs. What can I say? My adventurous tongue will no longer suffer the white-bread sorrows of mustard slathered turkey (unless, of course, it has been grilled and further seasoned with pesto and avocado. That shit is delicious.)
Today, I was eating what you see at left (on the screen, baby, on the screen. I don't know what you have to the left of whatever you're reading this on, but chances are real good I was not eating it.) If you've never had one of these things, you really ought to. It's a box of pure Eastern imagination hiding in a textural playland of rice, chicken, and fruit. They're cheap and, all things considered, not too terribly bad for you. Today I had the Sweet and Sour Chicken; its powerful and seductive smell wafts into the nose like a bouquet of egrets seeing sanctuary. And the taste? Like getting shot with a stun gun set on "Pleasure."
Most of my co-workers have been, or currently are, sick. Even I was out yesterday to recuperate. And while today I am back in full control of my faculties, some of my colleagues are not so lucky. Which is how we get to the following exchange (and the whole point of this post):
Coworker #1: Oh, my! That smells delicious.
Coworker #2: What is it?
Coworker #1: It's sweet and sour chicken. Can't you smell it?
Coworker #2: I'm sick. Stuffed up. I can't smell anything.
Coworker #1: Well, go stick your nose in his box and see if you smell anything.
GO STICK YOUR NOSE IN HIS BOX
AND SEE IF YOU SMELL ANYTHING
Please, coworkers and friends, do not ever do this. Ever. Thank you.
3.13.2007
heat pangs in the stovepipe of my soul
For reasons I'm either unable or unwilling to parse, I was reminded of this reading I saw several years ago at WWU. The poet's name was/is Li-Young Lee. I was there because one of my many English courses required I attend a live reading (three, in fact) per quarter. So I was there when he read this:
Upon hearing this, in a moleskin notebook that has since gone missing, I wrote the first line of this poem. And, occasionally, it is there in the periphery of my memory. Only tonight am I bothered enough by it to record it somewhere else again.
Oh, how I've forgotten /
how easy it is to feel maudlin
Tearing the Page
Every wise child is sad.
Every prince, is a member of the grass.
Each bud opening opens on the unforeseen.
Every wind-strewn flower is God tearing God.
And the stars are leaves
blown across my grandmother’s lap.
Or the dew multiplying.
And of time’s many hands, who can tell
the bloody from the perfumed,
the ones that stitch
from the ones that rip.
Every laughing child is forgetful.
Every solitary child rules the universe.
And the child who can’t sleep
learns to count, a patient child.
And the child who counts negotiates
between limit and longing,
infinity and subtraction.
Every child who listens
all night to the wind eventually
knows his breathing turns a wheel
pouring time and dream to leave no trace.
Though he can’t tell what a minute weighs,
or is an hour too little or too long.
As old as night itself,
he’s not old enough in the morning
to heat his milk on the stove.
But he knows about good-byes.
Some of them, anyway. The good-bye
at the door each morning, a kiss for a kiss.
The good-bye at bedtime,
stories and songs until it’s safe to close his eyes.
And maybe he’s even heard about the waiting room
at Union Station, where dust and echoes climb
to the great skylights
accompanied by farewells
of the now-going, to join the distant
farewells of the long gone,
while a voice announces the departure
of the Twentieth Century for all points West.
Yes, every wise child is heart-broken.
A sorrowing pip,
he knows the play
he’s called away from each evening
is the beginning and end of order
in a human household.
He’s sure his humming to himself
and his rising and falling ball are appointed
by ancient laws his own heart-tides obey.
But he can’t tell anybody what he knows.
Old enough to knot his shoelaces,
he’s not old enough to unknot them.
Old enough to pray, he doesn’t always
know who to pray to.
Old enough to know to close the window
when it storms, old enough to know the rain,
given the chance, would fall on him,
and darken him, and darken him, the way
he himself colors the figures
he draws, pressing so hard he tears the page.
Upon hearing this, in a moleskin notebook that has since gone missing, I wrote the first line of this poem. And, occasionally, it is there in the periphery of my memory. Only tonight am I bothered enough by it to record it somewhere else again.
Oh, how I've forgotten /
how easy it is to feel maudlin
3.11.2007
I'm having a Sally Field moment
The End Times came and went last night, and in between our arrival and departure (and yours) a set was played, sweated through (quite literally, in my case), and recorded.
To everyone that came: thank you. Seriously. It meant a whole hell of a lot to me, and I may be going out on a limb here, but I bet Kate and Fred feel the same way. Thank you.
To The Moondoggies: you guys fucking killed. We could not have asked for better. (To everyone else (uh, again): go buy their album, see their shows, and make them as big as they deserve to be)
To those who, for whatever reason, couldn't be there: you missed a swell shindig. But! If you're curious as to what a band -- specifically, our band -- sounds like on its first night in front of an audience, wonder no longer:
The End Times - Live at Kate's 3.10.07 (.MP3 file 48MB)
3.09.2007
The End
(Photo courtesy of Kate and Sarah)
Last night, we (the band) had our penultimate practice before our first-ever gig. Pictures were taken, emotions were shared, and tasteless malt liquors were imbibed. We are ready. As ready as we can/will ever be. Ready for you.
Also, if you ever have any desire to become a short order cook in a Waffle House, this might be of some use to you.
3.01.2007
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