espirita

Don't know about in Seattle, but if you're willing to drive down to Kent there's a good place called Spiro's Greek Island. They have belly dancers too.

I like the turkish place (sorry can't remember the name) and Saigon near Pike Place. Yummmmmm. While you're there get a monster cookie from that bakery - I think it's called Three Girls Bakery.

Backchoke?

Oh gross, I'm trying to eat lunch here!

That could've been my mother. She buys everything in bulk. You know, saving up for the next war or something.

Er... good luck with that.

OMG you are hilarious. What's your goal - 10,000 views?

OMG!! So cute!

I don't know you, but that sounds great. Congratulations!!

Curious why you ask, but it’s all really interesting. Are you writing a book? Anyway, my paternal grandparents were from Salem, OR. Their parents emigrated here… not quite sure what they did down in Salem, but by the time they moved to Seattle they owned a hotel and were doing quite well. My maternal grandparents were born in 1890 (grandpa) and 1900 (grandma) – odd, considering I am only 26. They emigrated here and the marriage was arranged. They were farmers, and produced their own labor force… altogether they had 14 children, the last of which was my mother. I guess my grandpa didn’t believe in birth control, either that or they couldn’t afford it. During the war they were all sent first to the Puyallup Fairgrounds, and then to Minidoka in Idaho or Tule Lake in Oregon (for the “really dangerous ones”). Several of my uncles served in the military during the internment period anyway and fought for our country in Italy, which I find to be interesting. I haven’t heard much about what happened after the war, and those that would talk were too young to remember or to really grasp the severity of the situation – that is, completely starting over. When we ask about what happened, no one really says anything, or they start talking about something else. Typical Japanese stoicism.

Sick, dude! I'm eating! (my first one!!)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! OK this time I admit...

You people are amusing!!! (And me? Not lurking... working.)

I like the sound when they open though.

This is the new improved one! Or, excuse me, the evolved one. The first one probably only had one limb.

Sorry, that link was just to the zoomed picture. Here's the full story: http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20050919/lemurbot.html Someone will be all up in arms about this, I'm sure!

... Mr. Roboto http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20050919/lemurbot_zoom0.html

So I finally went to my doc about this. She couldn’t tell what the problem was, and ruled out things like arthritis, bursitis, and any congenital defect. So she sent me to a PT. The PT did a whole bunch of tests, including those strength tests that someone mentioned. He said my outer hip muscle was a bit weaker than the others, and when I lifted my left leg as if to march, the hip didn’t rotate as it should. He also said one hip was slightly higher than the other, so after a bunch of pushing and pulling we straightened it out. I asked what would cause this – he said that anything that at one point jarred that area, which would then lead to the resulting weird rotation, leading to the weakened muscle (?). He said I could’ve done it skiing, though I don’t remember anything happening to that spot in particular. Selective memory, maybe. I have exercises to do every night to strengthen that area now, which I hope will help!

THE SHINS!!!!!

Despite the destruction from the last few weeks, that is a really beautiful image. Thanks for posting it.

Well, as we say when sailboat racing... You can point, and you can laugh. But you can't point and laugh. Does this count as pointing and laughing?

Is it "feeder" as in "feeder fish"? I haven't heard that term used before.

Your depth perception is out of whack today, espy. Look again at the wake/bubbles behind the boat and ask yourself again... OK. I tried, and now all I can see is two monkeys and a fish.

I think that's something floating in the water. A boat maybe? A piece of flotsam?