Thanks for all your suggestions about what to do on my Seattle staycation. I actually took a couple of them—or, in truth, was already planning on doing a couple of them. (Not the one about the SLUT tracks, though, sorry Doug.)

Best thing I saw while wandering around the city with eyes that weren’t headed back to work any time soon:

A cute guy on one of those bikes of the moment—you know, older road bike, big colored rims, short horizontal handle bars. He was crossing 12th Avenue near the new Trace Condos; he was wearing a yarmulke (no helmet, God will protect); his rims were the same hue of blue as the star on the Israeli flag; and his tzitzis—that would be the strands from the tallis he had on beneath his worn t-shirt—were trailing in the wind.

I’ve said a few things about Seattle hipsters and Seattle Jews, but this struck me as some sort of of sign (from above?) of the changing city.