I've eaten here so many times

The Seattle Department of Health has ordered Rancho Bravos Tacos truck—on 2nd Ave North and North 45th—to close after inspectors found several health violations, including improper food storage and inadequate hand washing facilities.

Found on Slog and mentioned here (among many other things).

The truck is open again tonight, like a meat-scented mirage. I know I'll eat there soon, but where it always felt like an ill-advised idea before, now it seems like I'm actively courting e.coli.

Up in the Belly

Thanks to the good folks (and you, of course, forever you) at Fantasia Coffee in Bellingham, Irrelevant Prophets played to small but vocal crowd this past Wednesday, deafening those closest and amusing the barristas. Coming after an all too brief practice (literally, after), the performance was nothing short of a success on any number of levels. For instance, I received a free chai shake for playing bass.

The Prophets will head into the studio soon to record their debut EP, the better to bring you our thoughts on racism, immigration, and Dungeons & Dragons.

And we will practice before perfomance. Promise.

Doom-folk

Seattle Sound, this city's premier music clearing house, has selected The End Times' song "Days of Plenty" as their Ditty of the Day.

Read what he has to say right here.

Matt Pond PA

Is really great live, it turns out.
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This is what I was thinking of

Ethos

Farewell, profit, and be indulgent.

- Johann Joseph Fux

Mornings are worthless

Like most kids who grew up on comics, I always assumed my keen senses would alert me when in danger of attack. Villians, minions, henchmen, haters, whatever. Of course, I also thought it physically possible for special powers to develop over time. There were a lot of lies when I was a child.



Turns out my senses suck. I took the bus this morning to work, as I often do, and woke up nearly in issaquah. The QUAH. Where there's nothing but gas stations and places Isaac Brock has fallen down blackout.



The worst part (the worst part! As if waking up early to show up late doesn't bite enough) is that I'd rather be at work. I'D RATHER BE AT WORK. What kind of mixed up life am I living?



In conclusion, mornings are worthless.