Thursday, October 30, 2014

I Just Got Here

I have been a New Yorker all of my life

I am in exile

Give me your socks, your shades

Your umbrellas for

Six dollars off the street

Your crumbling gargoyles

I want my legs slung over a broken concrete slab

Canted to some wild angle

In front of angry, vast graffiti

Sipping Makers to celebrate

The grit, the audacity

The edge of pitch black harrowing through the day

A colossal ghost in an epic machine

Take my picture in front of that

Oh, you’re not the same

You are not The City of E.B. White and the gang;

I know, I “know”

I know Goddamned well that you are, so shut up.

This wrought iron is not a snapshot

It ain’t kidding, flaking rust

One peek under the current tumult

And you haven’t budged an inch, and never will

The crucible from which you forged your first years

is forging this year, this moment

The crucible that forged New York

Its primal machinery

became its heart as it grew

its spirit, its engine, master program, DNA

Coal fire, horse shed, printer’s ink

& whatever’s left of this whiskey

Exhale hard, rub those hands

Is that the only coat you have for the winter?

You will catch your fucking death.

This is New York City.

The news of this world is hurting me

So I am walking all the way home

Plunging full on into twilight in the 20s

Slowing the clock, taking a picture

Watching the lights pop

Focusing some childlike might

To stay saturated in this surreal onset of night

And I am wrapping my fingers around the points

Of this rusting wrought iron fence and

Looking up at this grand statue of …

Whoever the hell that is, upon his rampant horse,

And I am telling you

I am saying

that I was not a dreamy-eyed arrival

I live exile

I eat crucibles for breakfast

Heck, toss me that one over there

I mostly needed to be lost.

I can abide, I can withstand where I can be lost

I will just be here by this fence if you don’t mind

But … a rough-chopped

How the hell are you has emerged like

Oregano and spray paint

And the top of the Chrysler Building

Welcome. Now get to work.

Find yourself some real boots; you’ll catch your death.

Have you ever tasted pizza? No: no you haven’t.

Go get a slice of fucking pizza.

I am telling you

that I richly, deeply



I have been

A New Yorker

all of



Tuesday, August 12, 2014


This has hit me so surprisingly hard I can not see straight.

From the depths of me to my fellow navigator of the big dark haunters & shrewd tricky devils:

Robin Williams 

Vestri daemones autem fugisse
Est dolor tuus evanuit
Nostri citeria benignus
Requiesco in pacem

My heart with yours,
Catherine Thatch 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Answer Police

Okay, Todd Gardiners of the world, quit fucking with me & everyone else on the interwebs, for the love of Elvis Presley's mother. This may or may not be amusing enough for a blog post, but I'm posting it anyway because I kinda liked how I looked when I got angry.

The first bit here is my answer to the Quora question: "What is the average distance between stops for Metro buses in Seattle?"

Educated guess & taking all road circumstances [that I could think of - Ed.] under consideration (except freeway): three blocks-ish. Express buses skip several stops per route.
A certain fellow Seattleite, who has taken it upon himself to sweep up around the immaculate halls of Quora, offered a thought. I saw his point & replied:

Todd Gardiner
A "block" is not a good unit of measurement. They vary in size quite a bit
Catherine Thatch
You're right, I agree.

Although in defense of my (very general guess of an) answer:

A) Metro does use one end, the other, or (more rarely) the middle of 'blocks', regardless of length, to situate their bus stops, without very strict metric consideration. I believe they consider pedestrian/rider traffic habits overall, and are prudent & practical (and human) in using common 'block' references rather than an arithmetical meter.

B) I'd think people [Quora readers seeing my answer - Ed.] would generally 'get' terms set in numbers of blocks (regardless of length) rather than, say, fractions of a mile, when it comes to such things as distances between bus stops, when their intents & purposes are general & practical.

Mr. Gardiner continues:
 Todd Gardiner The biggest problem is that in many neighborhoods blocks are rectangles, not squares. They might extend 200 feet N-S, but be 500 feet E-W.

Also, "blocks" has no meaning at all to Europeans or Asians, since the term is very American (as I discovered when I lived in London and got strange looks when I used this "measurement".) Directions are commonly given in how many streets you cross, which inherently says this is landmark-based directions, not distance-based directions.
And, after taking a moment to consider counterpoints, then rolling my eyes at the thought of bothering, I find myself a touch exasperated:

I'll bother noting that I at least took care to disclaim my answer as general & as a guess.

Perhaps I should also have addressed all Earthlings & pointed out that I'd be using the local Seattle vernacular/thinking/measures, being as that the question is about Seattle. Or offered a guide to understanding the concept of 'block' and its variations on all counts not only in Seattle but in a robust sample of cities from around the world for comparison. Perhaps I should have ignored the general nature of the question and declined to reply because I do not have the time or resources to procure a WolframAlfa style answer.

Perhaps I should have done any number of things, but certainly now I will hesitate to offer my thoughts in this forum knowing that they may result in my being lectured on thoughtlessness & lack of consideration by the Answer Police.

The End, although who knows, maybe he'll reply to that. If so, & it's worth an update, I'll do that.


I see i have offended you. That was not my intent. Brevity runs that risk, but is required for communication via phone-typing in the app.

I apologize for having overstepped your limits for criticism and repeat that my comments are suggestions, not requirements or critical faults you should address.

I'm sure it is frustrating for me to repeat my query of "how far would you guess a 'block' to be?" in response to your responses.

I appreciate and respect your apology; thank you.

There are a lot of internet 'police' these days - the "Grammar Police", etc., and I understand why they are hammered by people when they step in unbidden. Utterly unsolicited advice is generally unwelcome by adults. There are lots of exceptions ("Psst, you're fly's down!", etc.), but I'd sooner let what I perceive as a flaw or error stand, and remain on the side of kindness, minding my own business, and the spirit of letting things & people alone unless/until my intervention is requested, rather than risk committing the disrespect inherent in barging in.

So yes, I'm sensitive to being barged in upon. But you are who YOU are, and I understand & realize you are well-intentioned. Who knows, maybe others less sensitive than myself will appreciate your input; keep doing what you feel is the right thing. Just, at least in the case of me, please wait until I have asked for advice before you offer it. Thank you. :)

The End (for reals this time, I'm pretty sure).  

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Seahawks XLVIII

I will update this post as Superbowl Sunday creeps along (10 hours 'til gametime). I have pics from Superbowl Blvd. & a few stray thoughts on having been in the host city when my team is participating (very exciting). I'll probably cull cherry tweets & other interwebs stuff during game time, and who knows what else. But I thought I'd kick it off (heh) with a  Love Letter from Richard Sherman (@RSherman_25) about Coach Pete Carroll (@PeteCarroll). Thanks to Bleacher Report for publishing this.

I could tell then there was something that separated Carroll from others coaches who recruited me. You could feel the positive energy, how upbeat he was and how much he believed in what he was saying. He had a different aura to him. - Richard Sherman
I adore and admire Coach Carroll in such a great, big way that even among my pantheon of beloved heroes he's a favorite. And of course he's in the spotlight lately (mine and Planet Earth's) due to helping his team show up at Superbowl XLVIII. I've never heard a Seahawk, Trojan or any other player/colleague of his say much more than a teasey snippet about him, so finding and reading this letter first thing this Superbowl morning was a balm for my spirit, and I'm so grateful to Sherman. Thanks, #25. :)

See you soon.

Update I:

Okay so this is pretty much the best thing ever (I grinned & clapped like a fool):

MAY THE BEST ZOO (Woodland Park *ahem*) WIN!

If we win? What!?

Thanks a million to Cute Overload.

Update II:

omg!!! An excellent, totally unexpected surprise: I just scored a ticket to The McSwiggan's XLVIII watch party. Holy cow, open bar, open food, packed full of the12thMan. The kingpin Seahawks bar here in NYC is Carlow East, where I've gone quite a few times to cheer on the Hawks. But it's a medium-sized spot, hardly big enough even for us (NYCHawkers) by the end of the season. There are lots of spots for 12s, but McSwiggan's is Carlow's sister bar & a ticket (to either spot) for tonight is $100. Well, a fab fellow Seahawks fan scored seats the actual game, so she was giving away her ticket. I told her she had a taker, packed up some Puppy Bowl swag from our big event (I work for Discovery TSX), scurried uptown and nabbed that ticket. She loves her swag & I love that I won't have to take my chances (& spend drink money) elsewhere. Yay. :D

Also, have an awesome graphic from The Oatmeal:

What a flippin' genius.

It's quarter after two here in New York. if I don't get to post more stuff here again before the game, I certainly will after. I still have to fix my pics from XLVIII Blvd. I, along with 25 trillion other people, will use twitter during the actual game, so I'll see you there.

Update III:

omg omfg omg omg omg omg WE WON THE FUCKING SUPERBOWL.

Massive congrats to the Seahawks. I've been cheering for you since my eighth birthday (the date of the very first season game, 9-12-76), through thick and thin. It's always worth it & I always love the living daylights out of you, but this sublime moment takes it to a whole new dimension. THANK YOU!!! #LOBrules, and Pete Carroll, you are my hero.