The Black Isle

This radio silence is a good thing. It means my writing’s going well.

(Disclaimer: Not my hamster. Image stolen from the Internet.)

Was in Seattle briefly for the film festival.

The friendlier-than-it-looks Rem Koolhaas public library

Escalators in said library

Tony Oursler art talking at you from side of escalator

More library

Original Starbucks logo at original Starbucks — the mermaid had boobs!

Where the stone pigs of Seattle are stored

Genuinely ugly Frank Gehry structure (the Experience Music Project — even the name sounds cheesy). Adjacent fairground ride reflected on its scales.

More of said building

Name of a nice little park near the hotel. Seattle poetry?

Went to the Desert Garden at the Huntington Gardens today with botanist extraordinaire uncle Kiat and Jim Folsum, his pal who runs the Gardens (and calls Kiat “the God of Plants”). It was fun seeing plant guys in such exquisite ecstasy. Should have brought a video camera.

The photo I took in our backyard on Saturday:

A friend points out:

Samuel Beckett three-novel audiobook on amazon.co.uk but not on amazon.com (yet).