More Wandering
Yeah, all I do is walk around and take pictures. Hide! You might be next. Tuesday night we walked down to the Montlake neighborhood for dinner and to check in with our Drinking Liberally cabal.
No sooner had we left the house and turned the corner than we encountered another unexpected outdoor musical event - this time, a trio comprised of a violin, string bass and guitar standing in someone’s front yard playing bluegrass. We don’t water our lawns here, we serenade them. I had to stop and catch a film clip, of course. Mrs. Perils’ stomach is growling in the background.
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No pretty pictures this time, just some sorta whacky stuff. Like this television that someone had left on the curb for possible adoption. A graffiti artist with a fear of heights or just a lack of ambition elaborately tagged it while the Ship Canal Bridge stood unmolested a few blocks away.
Down near Lake Union we came across this place. At first, I just saw the sign on the left, and I was trying to formulate some concept of what Teriyaki Coffee would taste like, and wondering whether it was the one last flavor that Starbuck’s hadn’t turned into frappuchino. Then I saw the sign on the right, and wondered if their menu would be equally absurdist. Teriyaki Tiramisu, anyone?
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On the way home we walked by the University of Washington hospital complex, and this sign just struck me as odd.
I’m imagining a Surgery Pavilion as something akin to a shopping-mall food court. In the center of a skylit atrium a myriad of operating tables are arrayed, while around its perimeter you can find kiosks offering:
- Facelift Farm
- Gall Bladder Gazebo
- Appendix Ahoy!
- Caesarian Salad Bar
- Colonoscopy Corner
- Lasik Lane
- Nosejob Nook
- Bypass Booth
- Carotid Kitchen
- Bone Appetit
- Hysterectomy Heaven
- Vasectomy Village
You get the idea. The longest lines, of course, will always be in front of the Anesthesia Annex.
