This was going to be just another run-of-the-mill posting regarding which songs were considered and which song made the final cut, but something of import did indeed happen today while I was at work:

I was reheating my lunch in the floor’s breakroom when I looked up and saw a familiar face; it turns out that one of my ex-colleagues joined T-Mobile in Bellevue after a round of layoffs at Cequint a couple of years ago, then just recently joined Expedia. It was a pleasent surprise to see him after these couple of years doing well. We even have a lunch set up for next week to catch up!

I like days like these :)

The songs:

  • Front 242: Crushed
  • The Ting Tings: That’s Not My Name
  • The B-52’s: The World’s Green Laughter
  • Smashing Pumpkins: Snail
  • Iguanas: Que Tristeza
  • Tony Burrell: Cesamee Strasse

Que Tristeza, by Iguanas.

I first met Carrie in December of 2007. We had seen each other on and arranged to meet at a cafe in Capitol Hill (Stumptown) for an informal first “get to know you” date. Once we started talking to one another and sharing our respective life stories, however, that informal date turned into an honest-to-goodness full-fledged first date, complete with dinner (at the now-closed 611 Supreme across the street), and a promise of more to come.

At that moment, I knew that I was in love.


During that first occasion, I had found someone in whom it was not just easy, but safe, to confide in. Carrie was (and still is) my witty muse, the gal who I knew would inspire me to become so much more than I was – and expect the same of me as well. It wasn’t too long after our first date (it might have been our fourth or fifth! :) ) that I, in typical Charles Anthony Burrell III roundabout fashion, asked this gal to marry me.


We got married at a Cafe (of course), and have spent the past seven years not looking back. Of course we have had our share of heartaches and rough patches that have tested us as individuals and as a couple, but we have come through them stronger than ever. We have endured, and grown even closer.

Not too long after we returned from our honeymoon in Argentina, we decided that we wanted to start a family. We bought a house in Beacon Hill in June of 2009; in February of 2010, Gabe and Ollie came into our lives.


Seven years. Carrie and I have managed to fit a lot into that time. A lot of things in our lives have changed, but one essential fact hasn’t: my appreciation and love for this sweet, wonderful, sexy lass has grown in leaps and bounds since the wondrous day that we first met, and continues to do so to this very day. Carrie Ann Anderson, I am so happy that we met, so damn giddy that you said “yes”, and so very glad that you are in my life.


Happy Seventh, STAL* :)

* – Don’t ask. She knows ;)

Dear Hipster Chefs;

Recently, my wife and I visited one of your establishments. You know, one of the ones with a iconique-nouveau sounding name replete with those people chilling out at the tables sipping glasses of weak mimosas while gangly-looking DJs vainly try to spin ambience from a darkened corner of the room.

No, honestly, I get it. I’m cool with the attempted vibe and all. Goodness even knows, my wife and I enjoy that sort of thing once in a while. But not this time. We were willing to put up with the bad music, the weak drinks, seating at the ass-end of the bar in front of the kitchen, the fennel-obsessed menu, and maybe even the obscenely long time it took for our orders to come out. But our patience with the entire experience ended when we got our food. Our bland food. Our cold food. Our food of extremely small portions and expensive prices.

Hipster Chefs, please stop messing with our brunch.

Yeah, I get it. All of your friends are open serving brunch during the weekends and you need to differentiate yourselves from the greasy spoon down the street. They don’t serve Hanger Steak Scramble, they serve Steak and Eggs. They don’t serve Farmer’s Market Hash, they serve – just hash. They don’t serve Pomme Fites, they serve French Fries. But there is something that they serve on weekend mornings that you don’t.

It’s called a decent breakfast.

Please learn how to make the basics before you try your hand at fancier variations. Food fresh from the grill should not be cold and bland, especially when it has less than ten feet to travel before reaching its intended recipients. If I were a religious man, I would say that the Good Lord created Heat Lamps and these things called Salt and Pepper shakers for a reason, and no, that reason is not just to add to the quaint ambience of the establishment.

And – limp Frites? For shame. Again, salt please?

Anyway, my wife and I, not feeling in the greatest mood that morning due to a rather crappy work week for the both of us, were looking forward to spending some kid-free time in your establishment recharging and reconnecting. We found it difficult to recharge in the face of such uninspired fare, but we at least did reconnect in our common dislike of our experience. There are places that serve breakfast items with a delightful twist, there are places that serve fare that is a solid as it is standard, and then there is your place.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Your’s truly;

p.s – While composing this missive, I was listening to the following songs that I just happened to have on my playlist:

  • Judas Priest: Sinner
  • King’s X: Not Just For The Dead
  • Rush: The Big Wheel
  • Cocteau Twins: Iceblink Luck
  • Ladytron: Playgirl
  • King’s X: Mississippi Moon

p.p.s – Knowing that Hipster Chefs probably aren’t too fond of Rush, I’ve chosen their 1990 songThe Big Wheel as my favorite for the week. You are welcome.

Recently, I had the opportunity to spend a work day volunteering as part of Expedia’s Day of Caring initiative in which the company gives its’ employees a paid day in which they can spend volunteering for various efforts. I chose to spend the day at Fare Start, an organization in Downtown Seattle that:

…is a culinary job training and placement program for homeless and disadvantaged individuals. Since 1992, FareStart has provided opportunities for over 7,500 people to transform their lives, while also serving over 6 million meals to disadvantaged people in our community.

I had a good time meeting new people from my work and talking with some of the staff at Fare Start. It’s a great program that does a lot of good work in the city, and I’m looking forward to volunteering with them in the future. Plus – I got a chance to scrub lots of walls :)


As you might remember from last week’s post, I took the day off from work to look after the kids since there is a gap between their last day of preschool and the first day of Kindergarden. I took Gaboli to the zoo last Tuesday. We spent a few hours at Point Defiance Zoo in Tacoma. We had a pretty good time, as (hopefully) evidenced by these pics:

for_the_birds jellyfish_gabe ollies_Photobomb puffin_gabe

For this week:

  • Miles Davis: Two Bass Hit
  • King’s-X: Run
  • The B-52s: Hot Corner
  • The Black Eyed Peas: I Gotta Feeling
  • DJ Shadow feat. Posdnuos & Talib Kweli: Stay the Course

For this week, I’ve decided upon Two Bass Hit from Miles Davis.

I took the day off on Friday to watch over the kids, since their last day at CDSA was Thursday. We visited Carrie’s work site on South Lake Union and had lunch with her. The kids got a chance to show off the fancy hard hats that their uncle Brad made for them!

hardhat_gabe harhdat_ollie
After lunch, Carrie went back to work and the boys and I made our way to the Center For Wooden Boats where we got a chance to see and go on some pretty cool – and old – boats.  For safety’s sake, the boys traded in their hardhats for life jackets.


Saturday evening, Carla, my sister-in-law took the kids to her place for a sleep over:


That gave us a welcome chance for this guy…


…could get a chance to start working on this delicious dish:


This turned out to be a very yummy Paella Mixto, with Chorizo, Chicken and Shrimp. Add to this a few glasses of some very good homemade dandelion wine made a friend of Carrie’s, and we had a very nice, quiet and relaxed evening.

The day after (Sunday), I went over to Carla’s house and picked up the kids. She had let them put some gel in their hair:


We capped the long weekend off with a trip to Jefferson Park…



…followed, a few hours later, by a visit to a friends house for a Labor Day barbecue.

All in all, it was a pretty good weekend. I’m staying at home today (Tuesday) to watch the kids (which will be the subject of another post, I’m sure).

Songs for this week:

  • The Stanley Clarke Trio With Hiromi & Lenny White : Global Tweak (Improvised Duet)
  • Erik Truffaz: Next Door
  • Was (not Was): Anything Can Happen
  • Lourde: Tennis Court
  • Michael Franti & Spearhead: The Sound Of Sunshine

And the winner is Next Door, by Eric Truffaz. This song takes me back to the heyday of Jazz Fusion when groups such as Return to Forever and Mahavishnu Orchestra were in their prime.

I’m looking forward to two short work weeks coming up. The kid’s preschool ended today, meaning that I get to watch over them tomorrow. It will be a pretty busy day, since we have an errand to run in the morning and we get to go to Carrie’s work and have lunch with her later on :)

Next week is Labor Day, and I’ll be staying home to watch the kids on Tuesday, and spending all day volunteering at Fare Start as part of Expedia’s Day of Caring. Next week, I’ll only be going into the office two days.

Songs for this week:

  • King’s X:Charlie Sheen
  • Tycho:Epigram
  • King’s X:Picture
  • Level 42:Something about you

This week, I’ve chosen Epigram from Tycho as the winner.


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