August 19, 2014
I didn’t know a 23rd century, high-tech war was being waged in my armpits on my behalf by the cosmetics industry, but apparently it is.
For years, it’s just been the same ol’ deodorant scent for yours truly, Old Spice High Endurance Arctic Force. I think it smells good. The red plastic container is easy to find in the grocery aisle. Period. And I’m a guy. I don’t need directions for using deodorant, right? I never read the fine print on the back, until just recently:
Contains odor-fighting “Atomic Robots” that “Shoot Lasers” at your “Stench Monsters” and replaces them with fresh, clean, masculine “Scent Elves.”
August 12, 2014
Like any responsible procrastinator I pride myself at waiting to the very last minute to complete any task. So, on election eve, realizing this was the last chance to exercise my right to vote in the primary, I finally opened the envelope from King County Elections that had been sitting on my kitchen table for at least a month.
With a sense of duty I read through the names on my ballot and filled in the corresponding oval as neatly as a person with zero small motor skills possibly could. I progressed rather quickly, coming finally to the list of people running for the judge position. Like most voters I know nothing about any of these people so I did what I always do…voted for the person whose name seemed the most normal.
August 5, 2014
To rent or to own? That is the question
My wife and I are considering buying a home in Seattle, the prospects of which are both exhilarating and a bit terrifying.
First, let me preface by stating that I wouldn’t be a first-time homeowner. I’ve done it before, and while there’s a sense of satisfaction and freedom, it’s far from perfect.
To some degree, I think, apartment living has spoiled me. I like being able to call maintenance every time we find mold or the sink clogs, and know that we’re not going to have to sell a body part to fix the darned thing. Homeowners don’t have that peace of mind – something breaks and you’re in trouble, unless you have a good warranty.
July 29, 2014
And now, the rest of the story
Over the years here at The Issaquah Press, I’ve been privileged to interview some fascinating people. Thinking back, however, some interesting tidbits from these interviews didn’t make the story. So, I thought I’d share three of my favorite looks behind the scenes of what can unexpectedly happen during a routine story assignment.
The first was a feature about a group of families that were homeschooling their children. Homeschooled children undeservedly earn a bad reputation as being not socially well adjusted or being underserved by learning from home. On that day, when I arrived at the home they took common lessons from, a group of six or eight were playing a friendly game of soccer in the front yard. Looked pretty socially adjusted to me.
July 22, 2014
Sometimes, people do really good or smart things. And sometimes, they do really bad or stupid things.
And I’ve always felt it is a newspaper’s job to share not only bad news, but good news as well.
With that in mind, The Issaquah Press is kicking off a new feature on its Opinion page — Picnic or Poo Poo.
July 15, 2014
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
— Robert Service
I was the only one in the Providence Point pool that morning. There had been an exercise class, but it had cleared out. Large glass windows dominate one end of the pool and the sun was beginning its trek across the morning sky.
While floating on my back, I looked at the ceiling, only to be surprised by streaks of dancing light weaving and bobbing about. The sun was being reflected off the undulating water.
July 8, 2014
Well, the first retail marijuana store opens this week. Like, for real. It’s really happening.
While I’m not much for pot, I do admit that I’ve found covering the state and Issaquah’s planning to enact Initiative 502 completely thrilling.
Reporter Bob Young at The Seattle Times this weekend posted a comprehensive FAQ regarding what retail marijuana will look like and what eager buyers can and cannot do with their legal grass. In the first question, he outlines a striking fact about Washington’s implementation of the initiative and why it took a year and a half before the first store opened.
“The short version: The state created something untested on the planet,” he wrote.
July 1, 2014
Libertarians believe in the maximum amount of personal freedom without government intrusion.
Over the years, they’d point to an encroachment of the government of these freedoms in the name of public safety, including seat belts, motorcycle helmets and traffic cameras.
I was all ready to rant about the erosion of my freedom on the Fourth of July to blow stuff up in celebration of our country’s independence. However, trying to find any place to legally blow up fireworks these days other than the parking lot of Fireworks City at the Indian reservation where they’re bought is becoming more and more futile.
June 24, 2014
Imagine a balloon floating lazily through the air, as nonchalant and easy-going as can be. Now, imagine sticking a needle in that balloon before it can flutter away.
That’s what it felt like June 22 when the air was sucked from the lungs of thousands of stars-and-stripes-clad fans at Fuel sports bar in downtown Seattle.
June 17, 2014
In keeping with the tradition of previous years, this is the condensed, edited commencement speech I heard from a student or adult at graduation that, in my opinion, stood out from the rest. Enjoy!
— Greg Farrar
Tom Haff, Faculty Speaker
Issaquah High School
Hey, gang. This is going to be really hard for me, because they only gave me six minutes.
Let’s say that you stepped outside of Key Arena and you traveled close to the speed of light, like 99.99999 percent the speed of light, for those six minutes, and you came back still wearing your cap and gown. But the earth’s clock will have gone by for 10 years. I calculated those.