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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney

What Seattle Could Learn From Vietnam

November 11th, 2015

Driving into Hanoi, the capitol of Vietnam, after passing banana trees and people sitting under the overpasses having tea, you immediately fix your eyes on the sidewalks teaming with life: small food carts with sandwich fixings, little cauldrons steaming with soup, people sitting on low plastic stools around small, kid-sized plastic tables all while thousands of motorbikes zoom by. At night the streets team with people drinking bottled or keg beer (what they call “fresh bia”), eating bowls of stir-fried noodles with vegetables and beef or plates of spring rolls before walking to the frantic night market to get tapped […]