The Zimmers

You may think that I just design space for old people, but these are your grandmother's generation and they are not fading away. Just another example of the barriers I confront with design daily.

Kinetic Sculpture--Like Nothing I Have Ever Seen

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One thing leads to another

It is funny how one exploration can yield another interesting story. As I found myself writing about my latest urban adventure in the Emerald City, I stumbled across something else. The durag, a timeless...perhaps classic piece of head wear made famous by genie's, immortalized by the 80's. What an interesting history the old watchu-rag has. Click the title to learn for yourself.

Voodoo Chicken

Josh often refers to the oddities of living downtown--from the vagrants that pee on his stoop, to the simple lack of a grocery store. But it wasn't until this Saturday night that I really began to understand the depth and complexity of the picture he was trying to paint. I find myself walking to Qwest field along the waterfront Saturday evening. I near one of the streetcar shelters and witness a shopping cart on the tracks. Now this is not entirely alarming as the streetcar hasn't run in sometime, but an abnormality which catches my eye. The cart is an eclectic mass of vagrant knick knacks, shapes, colors, and textures bulge and contort at awkward angles. As I get nearer, the volume of the viaduct yields to an other-worldly singing. A blanket obscures the show at first, but as I move perpendicular to the cart, the slice-of-life drama reveals itself. A toothless Caribbean woman wearing a doo rag, cackles the jumbled song. In her hand is a rooster, which she shakes and manipulates while she sings--the rooster contributing in a bizarre duet. I catch myself starring, the voodoo doctor deep in her transfiguration, I wide-eyed, mouth aghast.

How to Do the Hokey Pokey

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe,
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heaven's yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst thou go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke—banish thou now thy doubt:
Verily, be this what 'tis all about.

by William Shakespeare