I think I've done okay on these.
Some more specific and probably more pertinent information:
* If I'm outside of an area roughly penned in by Capitol Hill, Pioneer Square, Ballard, and Wallingford I am probably out of the state, or on my way.
* In 2014 I was out of Seattle about one night in every five, up from one in six in 2013, and back to the level of 2012.
The last seven years I've been travelling heavily, some work, some fun, and usually a healthy mix between the two. I ran out of pages in my passport last fall, six months before it was set to expire.
There's a music festival in Germany every summer that is my Spring Break, Christmas, and Mardi Gras all rolled into one.
I tell stories well, both because I've had a pretty interesting life and because I know how to keep a listener engaged.
Over the last few years, I've been memorizing T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land". I think it's one of the most important things written in the twentieth century. I've got about 20% memorized; "II A game of Chess" and "III The Fire Sermon" are tricky.
I am unapologetically into dark scene music; goth/industrial/electro. During the summer, I hit the German music festivals. It's fascinating to see a band that can only get a few hundred people in Seattle play to a crowd of ten thousand people. That said, I have no trouble separating the rest of my life from the club/concert scene. I'll wear a VNV Nation hoodie to work, but not my full "going out" regalia.
I am not food-motivated. I harbor a low-grade mistrust of foodies. Much like jazz musicians, I suspect most chefs are doing novel things to amuse themselves more than their putative audience. It's an overstatement to say that I'm all "meat and potatos", but when I see the word "re-imagined" on a restaurant menu I tend to suspect the worst.
The loyalty of friends.
The last batch of Fridays, in reverse order:
* In a hotel room in NYC getting ready to fly back to Seattle
* Drinking with friends after helping someone move
* On a riverboat in the Rhine for a music festival pre-party
* Packing for a Europe trip
* Quietly at home
If you think we'd hit it off.