In Praise of the Swing and Grave
I'm riding home from Sea-Tac with a dear friend of mine. The last train headed for downtown has already left for the night, and...
Why Do We Write About Cities?
When we write about cities, sometimes we do best when we take the metrics away.
In 2011, amid a visit to San Francisco and just...
Fragments From The Road
I feel like I see so many fragments of universes, the visible tips of deep and storied lives, icebergs whose temperatures and histories we...
Overcompensating Waving Bonanza
On the incredible 3/4
A young man on the other side of Jefferson makes a noise. It's Jermain (from here and here, among other stories). He yells a...
Braid
I think her name was Katherine, on her way to a haircut. She was up front, just boarded, watching bright-eyed as I greeted the...
You Need it Too
"How you doin'?" I ask her at Campus Parkway inbound. It's nearing midday, sunny, on a half-full 70.
"Swell," she says happily, sounding surprised to...
Hack to End Homelessness: Organizing Tech Workers for Social Good
Several months ago I wrote about why tech workers should care about housing issues. I argued that the tech industry can’t help but alter...
After the Storm
You know how the 44 generally is around midday. Scattered students, errand runners, the occasional Ballard drunk and myself drifting back and forth on...