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Neighborhood Activists Pressure the City of Seattle

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Neighborhood Activists Pressure the City of Seattle to Do the Right Thing

In a city choked by the heavy artillery of cranes and construction crews, two Seattle residents are taking a stand in their own Queen Anne neighborhood. Jack and Louise Locke are the voice of reason during the great Seattle construction boom. They want to stop the rezoning of a single family...

Weed is not Green Energy

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Weed is not Green Energy

Using marijuana for fun and relaxation or to aid healing for a medical condition is an issue as private as the decision to drink alcohol. It’s nobody’s business but your own. Marijuana use only gets fraught with complication when someone under the influence drives a car, operates heavy machinery or engages in every day activity that requires good...

Riding the SURF


The word surf has an etymology that connotes many meanings. Both a noun and a verb, surf is the wave that breaks upon the shore as much as it describes an action: the dude who surfs—on the crest of a wave, or by searching for information on the internet and by cruising TV networks. For Seaton Gras, the founder of the SURF Incubator in Seattle, the word Surf expands...

The Young, the Restless and the NEET

I was at a private fund-raising dinner, where I sat at next to the CEO of an early-stage technology company. The topic of of Seattle’s new light rail expansion came up. The new light rail line would provide rapid transportation between downtown Seattle and the wealthy neighborhood where the CEO lives. “The light rail will bring them close to my home,” he said.

The them he referred to are the people who he would never hire or sit next to at a dinner party because they are NEET.  There is more to this story than I can share at the moment, but I can comment on the NEETs who are them—the other—those who have been cast aside by the great economic divide that only favors people who come from privileged circumstances. 

Tent City 5: A Home is Not a House

3234 17th Ave. W. occupies half a block in the trendy Interbay neighborhood, but it is not a prestigious address. In fact, it does not even warrant a mailbox. Instead of concrete condos or live-work housing mushrooming from the spot, rows of crayon-blue and khaki-green tarps stretch over camping tents pitched on wooden platforms. For some 60 people, single men and women, couples and at least two families with teenage kids, right now, these...