The walk to work was great today. I took Jackson instead of Yesler today, which kept me out of Pioneer Square (the way I went yesterday), alas, but dropped me right into the heart of Chinatown. Walking between the mammoth yellow and red concrete pillars under the I-5 bridge was like entering a foreign kingdom. I was a little sad that the dragons were facing downhill rather than toward me, which would have made it perfect.
I cut over at 8th Avenue in front of the House of Hong and walked down King street through the heart of the I.D. I noticed the building right on 8th and King is for sale. It's a spooky old place with run down ground floor shops (Pure Land Buddhism, anyone?) and an upper floor with broken windows and bizarre doors opening to a twenty-foot drop. I wonder what's up there? I'd expect it to be full of frozen lives.
The air in the I.D. actually smelled really good today: a little bit of tea, the scent of fried dough (to go with the congee, I assume), and a variety of other cooking things that the restaurants were making for their lunch-time patrons. There was even a guy doing tai chi in Hing Hay park, but to my amusement it was a fat white guy rather than an old Chinese man. I finished the walk by cutting through the plaza in front of Union Station and taking the bridge over the tracks. I love Seattle!
My life was validated twice in the last twenty-four hours. First, the New York Times did an article that quoted a panel of serious scholars in which one of them said "I always wish to counsel people against the decision to go into the academy because they hope to be effective beyond it." Then this morning a little clip in the Seattle P-I announced that tea keeps you healthy. Hmm, I was wondering why I never got a cold this winter!