Jan 1, 2021
It’s no surprise that the single most identifiable object in the Seattle skyline is a needle. I mean, no one would ever make this connection about Omaha. And not only because they don’t have a gangly retro futuristic statue grazing the clouds downtown, but they also don’t have as many dead rock stars. Or a television show called Grey’s Anatomy named after a hospital.
Lot’s of needles in that place.
Now, for those of you who have never been driving through this particularly rainy city in the upper northern corner to suddenly find yourself dwarfed by a giant syringe that intimidates your periphery like an omnipresent surveillance camera, it’ll fuck with your mind. Kind of like seeing the Great Pyramid of Giza for the first time where you’re curling through horn honking streets to suddenly cross the threshold of the city’s perimeter and catch sight of it’s unusual awesomeness being framed by the open desert.
The one in Egypt, I mean.
I know, you’ve seen the one in Vegas, but it’s not the same. Not to hate on Vegas. Because where else can you easily check off so many bucket-list items right along with your dignity in one fell far too regrettable weekend?
Portland is weird, too. And they have the Acropolis. Now I realize there’s a less significant one in Greece, which is super cool, but it doesn’t have a salad bar a mere 7 feet away from stage #3. Portland’s Acrop it should be noted, is not a restaurant-- it’s a strip club. Hey, freedom of expression is written into Oregon’s state constitution, so nudity is no big deal!
Don’t make it weird.
Back to the Space Needle. It’s the epitome of weird, I don’t know what else to tell you. And if you’re stoned it becomes the world biggest joint.
Home Sweet Home.