Soon we will come jumbling together to redivide ourselves, split as bitterly as we were before:
between the mindless and the soulless.
... really, I don't know.
Well, mysteryrobot.com doesn't remember, either.
Anyway, now the same thing has been applied to the real world: What 3 Words, which assigns three words to 3x3-meter square-ish divisions of the Earth's surface! The open area next to my apartment building where I work on my bike is galaxy.logic.dame. Galaxy Logic Dame! The only dame that can save the galaxy... using logic!
“But Al,” Galaxy Logic Dame protested, “aren't galaxies made and broken by forces far beyond the grasp of any one dame? Logically I am powerless to affect their salvation!”
And Galaxy Logic Dame was no more.
“How cool is it that in our brief lifetime we get to participate in Seattle's first council elections by district? This feels momentous!”
“Not as momentous as it would feel if we'd been born in time to be optimistic about space exploration or liberal Twitter...”
“Whatever, anyway, I'm so informed about local politics, I know who to vote for in every council position. They should let me vote for every position. Maybe I should take up residence in every district.”
“Even if that was how voting worked you still wouldn't get to vote for position ten.”
“Which one is that?”
“By the 1869 Charter Doc Maynard was recognized as sole owner of the sky. He subdivided and sold it to people he knew—”
“—let them in on the ground floor—”
“—yes, as it were, and its ownership has remained a fairly small, though gradually growing, group.”
“Your Boeingses, your Kenmore Airs—”
“—and, typically enough, Ma Bell. Its portion of the sky passed down to Century Link, whose only remaining profitable business is charging cellular providers for easements.”
“Well, that and tricking out-of-towners looking for football parking into entering their company garage, then fining them.”
“Sure. Anyway, until now most of the owners have been businesses, and businesses can't vote, but I figured out how to suspend a hammock from an array of drones, and I'm claiming residence in the sky for this election.”
“Who sold your ass sky? You've lived here like eight months.”
“I'm renting... well, technically it's sort of a squatters' rights situation...”
“How long does that take to kick in exactly?”
“Fine... so who are you voting for, then, for position ten?”
“Myself. I'm the only one that meets the residence requirement.”
“... What's even, like, your ZIP Code in the sky?”
“That would be nine-eight-one-go fuck yourself—”
“—not you, personally. The postal service would like to establish a branch up—”
“—and I suppose you're still a two-oh-six, or did they stick the sky in four-two-five?”
“Six-five-oh. I got my phone in college.”
Then I read some articles citing studies claiming that typical doses of caffeine can improve performance by perhaps up to 3% in endurance athletes. This is my first season where I trained remotely well since becoming a coffee drinker. 3% more than covers my 5k improvement, and of course I'm racing in much lighter shoes than in the past. That really popped my balloon. I thought I was doing all this smart stuff to improve, outsmarting my younger, dumber self. Turns out it's just coffee and shoes.
Complete streets rules, however, require that projects like this take into account bike and pedestrian access. Since bike and pedestrian routes across Aurora in the vicinity of Mercer and Broad were so horrible before the project started, almost anything would count as an improvement. So there's some promise at least. The removal of the worst parts of Broad Street and an Aurora underpass with sidewalks that are more than an afterthought will be great improvements when they're finished. And what's the plan for biking through east-west in the corridor? Instead of trying to build a cycletrack along the expanse of Mercer, plans called for a route mostly along Roy. OK, so it'll use a cycletrack along the expanse of Mercer for a couple blocks to get under Aurora, and east of there Roy will turn into Broad for a block and then Valley as it runs south of Lake Union Park, for reasons that I'd describe mostly as historical -- anyway, I'm going to call it the Roy route for the rest of this post.
The Roy route looked pretty good in the plans' overhead views. Not a centerpiece of our AAA (All Ages and Abilities) bike network, perhaps not always a ride full of delights, but a reasonably direct and safe way to get from A to B. In fact, by these standards, the lines drawn on the ground today are already pretty good. The temporary version of the Aurora underpass path is a little tight, and on the wrong side of Mercer for people riding through, but considering that it's an active construction zone, it's not so bad.
So what's the problem? Two things, and without fixing them the Roy route just won't live up to its potential to sew up the fragmented neighborhoods all the way from Fred Hutch to Lower Kinnear.
EDIT: There are a few things to be happy about regarding connections. The plan includes work on N 34th and Fremont Ave in Fremont, an opportunity to fix some of the awkward turning situations at 34th/Fremont and 34th/Stone, to patch a short gap in the Interurban Route, and to improve wayfinding between the Interurban Route and the Burke (or even to suggest alternate Interurban Route connections for people that find Fremont Ave too steep).