The Wind Beneath My Chicken Wings

seth’s thoughts on chicken, bed desks, airlines, dc, crock pots and more…

why don’t i blog anymore November 2, 2009

Filed under: 1 — Seth @ 3:24 am

No idea.


Not much to say I suppose.


Well, that can’t be right.


Here’s something: Derek Jeter makes me very happy.



Now I’m blogging again.


Luke’s Facefriends November 19, 2008

Filed under: things luke said — Seth @ 12:59 am


“I’m so glad I’m not actual friends with all my Facebook friends.”


So While I’m Making Fish, Luke says… July 14, 2008

Filed under: things luke said — Seth @ 12:53 am

good luke picture

“We always cook with wine. Sometimes we even add it to the food.”

Luke said it, but then he said it’s really a famous quote. The Google tells me it’s from W.C. Fields and The Google is never wrong.



Filed under: blah blah blah — Seth @ 12:30 am

This makes me smile.

This makes me cry, in a happy way.

This makes me furious.


Toy Songs July 4, 2008

Filed under: things luke said — Seth @ 9:52 pm


“I don’t like songs that sound like they were recorded with toys.”

In reference to the song that plays here. Scroll down.


Goodbye W July 1, 2008

Filed under: DC — Seth @ 1:51 am

On July 31st, 2006, Luke and I boarded a red-eye American Airlines 757 at LAX bound for Dulles, coming back from my friend Michele‘s wedding in Santa Barbara. We had been home in the states for about two months…back from two years in the Peace Corps…still adjusting to life here and Thailand still at the front of our minds. We had moved to DC at the beginning of July and stayed at a friend’s wonderful 1-bedroom in Capitol Hill. But that was a short term stay–and the day before we left for Los Angeles, we moved all of our possessions–and there really wasn’t much–to our new apartment on W Street in Glover Park.

Everything was moved before we left, but we hadn’t moved in. In my logistical brilliance, I planned it so we’d move everything in before LA, then head out for the trip, then return and drive right up to our new apartment. I vividly remember Luke and I getting off the plane–bleary eyed from a red eye–not accustomed to those transforming buses that take you around Dulles–getting into our then-brand-spanking-new Kia and driving to our new apartment.

It was 7am when we got there. I couldn’t get the key to work. It was very hot. Our stuff was everywhere. We didn’t have a couch or a table or a chair or cable or a phone or silverware or a shower curtain. I didn’t know where to take the trash. Luke didn’t know how to get to work. It was really hot. I passed out on the floor (the bed was delivered later that day) and thought–“My god. Where am I?”

But that was two years ago. A lot changed in two years. Glover Park didn’t seem so far away after a while. We got a shower curtain. We realized how wonderful the porch was. I discovered a bus where I always got a seat that took me right to work. I started writing this blog. Luke became a Rock Creek Parkway master. We found a gym. I found the best way to get to the beltway (the Clara Barton!). I became obsessed with edamame. Luke took a razor and sliced through years worth of paint so we could open the windows. Friends with crock pots came over. We got a new coffee table and played trivial pursuit while eating pies. A tree fell on our Memorial Day BBQ. I stopped putting sugar in my coffee. Luke and I spent Sundays watching the McLaughlin Group and we both developed a crush on Pat Buchanan (Yeah. Weird. I know. I can’t explain it either.)

We decided to get married.

And I still spent hours on a porch, but this time, instead of water buffaloes meandering by, I watched boeings land at National.

And we got to know and love the district.

And now, of the two DC W’s we’re saying goodbye to this year, the W Street apartment is one that I’ll really miss.

Goodbye W. I’ve traded a porch for a patio, so look for more dispatches from the new haunt…The Shaw.


Bullets June 10, 2008

Filed under: blah blah blah — Seth @ 2:46 am

Every time I sit down to write this blog, I regret that I didn’t just call it “Bullets.” I always want to start this blog with bullets. I don’t know why exactly. Maybe because they

  • help me organize
  • save me from having to write complete sentences
  • look nice

As cool as bullets are, this isn’t the Bullets Beneath my Chicken Wings–although I may check to see if that domain is taken. A bullet beneath a chicken wing is sort of a disturbing image though.

I wonder if there is someone out there using The Google to search for “As cool as bullets are.”

Boy are they on the wrong blog.

Speaking of chickens, this will make your week brighter…

Has anyone else ever thought that Luke and I are just like those two old guys? The Google has just taught me that their names are Statler and Waldorf and The You Tube has just shown me this. Watch it and tell me if you think it looks familiar: