Apparently some man just attempted self-immolation in the middle of Red Square.
Sad 
UPDATE: The Seattle Times has picked up the story.
UPDATE 2: The man, who passed away, was an HFS Employee.
Even though it seems contrary to how popular radio works, I often like to listen to the radio to discover new music and to be exposed to new artists without me having to put in too much effort. Most of the time, this strategy is a complete failure, and instead, I become intimately familiar with the latest Rihanna song (why does it seem like her songs are particularly overplayed over other artists? Annoying.).
But once in a blue moon, I hear a song that I really get. “Let It Be Me” by Ray LaMontagne was one of those songs, and I have slowly been discovering his other stuff and how fucking awesome it is. It’s like he’s got the raspy voice of Jack Johnson (without being annoying) and the playful flirtiness of Jason Mraz (without sounding like a girl).
Listen.
Enjoy.
“Trouble” by Ray LaMontagne
Filed under: Food, Seattle | Tags: Pizza Pi, the Ave, vegan food, vegan pizza
There’s this little vegan pizza place on the Ave called Pizza Pi that I’ve passed by a million times. Not being vegan, I wasn’t particularly interested in trying it out. More importantly, I’m rarely in the mood for pizza, and when I am, I usually want the grossest, greasiest pizza I can get my tiny little Asian hands on (Papa Johns). So, even though it looked pretty cute, I had pretty much resigned to the fact that Pizza Pi would just be another anonymous restaurant on the Ave that I’d never visit.
Then, of course, I allowed myself to be dragged there by my vegan friend (FYI – you have to have at least one vegan friend if you’re going to consider yourself a true Seattleite)… And it was positively delish!
Now I can’t get the damned food out of my brain. Every night I crave it for dinner. I want to go back and eat until my stomach explodes and my mouth is paralyzed from having too many mouthgasms.
I’ve now made it my goal to try every one of their pizzas. Wish me luck! (Also, wish for me to exercise, else I’m bouts to put put some junk in my trunk.) (Just kidding, we all know that getting a bigger ass would be an improvement for me since Asians don’t have butts in the first place.)
Current Pizza Pi tally
- Thai Chicken
- Hoity Toity
- Aloha
Filed under: Seattle, Self introspection | Tags: Nickelsville, tent city, the homeless
Every morning on the way to classes, I walk by a tent city, dubbed Nickelsville on behalf of our esteemed mayor Greg Nickels, and for the first time in my life, I’ve felt compelled to do something about it. Not going to lie, when I see homeless people on the streets, it makes me uncomfortable. I get that they’re down on their luck and probably suffering from addiction or mental instability, but that doesn’t mean that I’m supposed to be used to dirty, piss-covered people who leer at me on the streets at night.
Anyway, I’m getting off track. The point that I’m trying to make is that somewhere deep down inside of me (that’s where my heart is supposed to be, right?), I feel compassion for homeless people and I’d like to help them out (or at least not run away from them like I normally do) because, let’s face it: I was born into privelege and I will probably always get whatever I want in life.
There, I said it, and I feel guilty about it, and rightfully so. I guess I’d just like to think that, by knowing this, I can spend the rest of my life trying to level the playing field for people who are less fortunate than myself.
So what’s the point? The point is that someday I would like to drag myself out of current state of apathetic collegedom and make a difference for someone in a way that is neither racist toward their situation nor beneficial to me in any direct way. I doubt I will ever be that mature, but in the mean time, I’ll keep pretending.
Filed under: Friends, Good times, Out and about, Seattle | Tags: 21 run, birthdays, Dante's, Die Bier Stube
Last night I went on my first 21 run and it was about a gillion times more entertaining than I thought it was going to be. Prefunked at a party, went to birthday boy’s party, walked to Die Bier Stube, and finished up at Dante’s, taking shots and dancing until last call. We ended the night back at the birthday boy’s where more dancing ensued and I didn’t leave until somewhere around 4:30am.
Long story short, I drank a lot, some weird shit happened, and nobody got seriously injured (emphasis on the seriously). Oh yeah, and I did a spit-take on some chick I don’t know. My bad!
Keeping things classy as usual.
