Watch This: The Queen of My Castle
I have always had an odd relationship with domesticity, which is probably why until about a month ago I had never cohabited with a girlfriend.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Sep 6, 2016 | Watch This
I have always had an odd relationship with domesticity, which is probably why until about a month ago I had never cohabited with a girlfriend.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Aug 23, 2016 | Watch This
Last Wednesday culminated in an Auburn Taco Bell parking lot with several friends wearing seven-layer burritos as bras. I alternately shotgunned Rainier and taco sauce packets, reeling from the delight of what for most of us had been our first Marilyn Manson concert.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Aug 16, 2016 | Watch This
The turn-of-the-century Victorian that houses Outlander Brewing is so pristine it looks like it was built last week. It could be a stylish good witch’s house, or some obscure European Earl’s summer home.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Aug 8, 2016 | Watch This
Well-written confessional essays facilitate a sense of belonging and connection for both the reader and writer. They involve the unveiling and exploration of a personal truth the author has previously concealed.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Aug 1, 2016 | Watch This
During a recent move, one of the first boxes I carefully padded and taped contained a collection of dirt-covered bottles. They’re literally garbage—I began collecting a decade ago when my friend Riley, a professional treasure hunter, found a map of Seattle’s dumps from the turn of the century.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Jul 25, 2016 | Watch This
Some people claim to see ghosts all the time. The closest I’ve seen to a ghost was probably purely the product of a rap-video quantity of bong hits.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Jul 18, 2016 | Watch This
Occasionally my mom calls me from Ikea wordlessly screaming. I always know where she is, because it’s very specific—the combination of a stage-whispered scream that implies respect for fellow shoppers, and the kind of awful scream in nightmares where your sleeping lungs refuse you full volume.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Jul 4, 2016 | Watch This
I first visited The Double Header shortly after moving to the International District in 2014. I explored the ID and Pioneer Square as often as school and work would allow, searching for the oldest existing bars with the cheapest existing whiskey—Joe’s, The Central Saloon, and Fort St. George were favorites.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Jun 27, 2016 | Watch This
While I was couch surfing through grad school four years ago, I had this incredibly vivid dream about living in a 1920s building in the International District called the Alps Hotel. In the dream nothing really happened, but the place was a taller, narrower, more streamlined version of itself, like a cathedral, and I woke up with an unplaceable sense of hope.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Jun 20, 2016 | Watch This
Oppressed people of every stripe (and, well, everybody) should strive to offer each other support, patience, and love—history has shown us over and over there is strength and safety in numbers.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | Jun 6, 2016 | Watch This
There’s this incredible party that happens in Georgetown every August. There are carnival rides made of bike parts, bands, a bike race, and not only tall bikes, but tall bike jousting. I knew then that I had to be a part of this somehow.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Galvin | May 30, 2016 | Watch This
When my cell phone demolition derby began, I wasn’t even drunk. I was cleaning my apartment one afternoon and leaned forward at an angle that sent the phone sliding into a compost heap. I don’t even know what object in the compost was hard enough to shatter a phone screen—the bin contained 95% profoundly decomposed avocado skins.
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