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I have a confession…

I know this will truly be a blow to many of you fellow Seahawks fans, but I must tell the truth.

I have not been a 12 for very long.  Only since the fall of 2005, in fact.

Egad, does that mean what it implies?  That I became a fan in the winning year of 2005-2006, when the Hawks went to the Superbowl for the very first time?  Oh, dear.  Yes, I’m afraid it does.

But before you write me off as a fair-weather fan or a bandwagoner, understand that I didn’t grow up with football.  In fact, I didn’t grow up following any kind of sports at all.  As a teen, my sister got me involved with horseback riding, dressage to be specific.  So I watched the summer Olympics with great interest for some time, but I must say it didn’t stick with me.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like to be the only one in the room who cares about the outcome.  Or maybe it’s because I’m lousy at learning a game on the fly and require some assistance in learning WTH is going on!

Whyever it may be the case, I never really paid any attention, until in 2005 I found myself surrounded by friends who did pay attention to football.  Very close attention, in fact!  They were tailgaters, boosters, Monday morning quarterbacks, cheerleaders, and more.  Many had played the game as kids, and they dragged me (not unwillingly) onto the field on holidays.  (Not even touch or flag, we played tackle!  Ahhh, the memories…)

So it was that as the “boys of fall” started the season in September 2005, I had reason to come along for the ride.  And what a ride it was!  In August I couldn’t have told you what a safety was, but by January I was able to converse in an intelligent (albeit limited) fashion about teams, players, prospects, and how the year had gone.

Then, the most amazing thing happened: we went to the Superbowl!  I got to watch Mike Holmgren guide Matt Hasselbeck and the rest of our boys to the Big Game.  I also got to watch in horror as they lost said game…  But hey, it was my first year watching, and it was magical.

Now, as Pete Carroll demonstrates a new way to run a team, as Russell Wilson redefines what a winning quarterback is, and as John Schneider builds the least predictable winning roster ever seen in the NFL, I get to see the future unfold.  I’ve been here for the founding of this dynasty, which I do believe will last for a decade or more.

Does that sound pompous and arrogant?  Overbearing?  Overdramatic?  Maybe it is.  But the way Seahawk football is played, the way the team is run and the way the players are treated by management and treat each other, all these factors make me believe we’re seeing something new, something that will stand the test of time and be seen as an alternative to the Bill Belichick/Jim Harbaugh “tough love” meme that’s currently accepted as de rigueur in the NFL.  And it’s pretty tough to argue with results like this, wouldn’t you agree?

Today, I’m a 12.  Tomorrow, I’ll still be a 12.  I stayed a 12 after we lost the big game in ’06, and I’ll be a 12 even if the unthinkable happens and the franchise falls apart next year.  I guess what I’m saying is similar to some Texas bumper stickers I’ve seen:

I wasn’t born a Hawks fan, but I got here as soon as I could.

Aaaaand then life happens.

Two weeks ago, I was going to start the year with a bang.  I had plans to dig into these new wedding ideas and get cracking right away on new products.

Work had other plans for me…

I’m currently working ten hour days, which when you add my commute means I get home and two hours later have to be in bed.  In fact, even eating dinner and taking a shower only leaves me with about seven hours max of sleep a night.  Cut that a bit shorter because of the time lying sleepless, and the situation gets even more grim.

I’m leaning on the small “energy shots” rather than my usual carbonated energy drinks, since B vitamins seem to be the lesser of two evils.  And if I’m honest, driving nearly an hour and a half in the morning is less hateful when traffic at least keeps moving the whole time!  But it’s still wearing on me pretty badly.  I’m a week in with possibly another week left.  And why?  Because of this:


That’s what two decommissioned A4 Skyhawks are supposed to look like when they’re broken into pieces, painted a couple shades of pink, and installed in a 60′ deep hole in the ground.  Erm, I meant a rail station.  (Same diff.)

Apparently, they’ve been cut and reassembled, painted, and carefully packaged up for their trip to the Great Northwet, where I will likely get to watch them get installed in a few weeks.  This is a recent photo:Jet kiss

Out of respect for a fellow artist, I’ll just say that it’s not my cup of tea.  More power to him for making his vision happen successfully, and I really hope it all turns out exactly as he saw it in his mind.

In the mean time, we have to get all the lighting in place so that future train travelers will be able to see “Jet Kiss,” as the installation is called, in all its glory.  This is where all the overtime comes in!  And my currently insane schedule.  (There’s supposed to be a photo I took of the inside of the station box here, but the internet hates me.  I’ll consult my media and technology guru and get it on here within a day or two.)

As you can see, the space isn’t very well lit right now, so we have our work cut out for us,  But we’re getting there!  And since permanent power has been turned on, we’re in the process of getting all the lights working.  So in a few weeks, hopefully this space will be flooded with light!  Which, for me, is the really exciting part of my work – watching as the project comes together in its final form.  Huzzah!

If you’d like to read more about the project, here’s a recent article with good info, as well as more renderings of the design.  Also, check out the Sound Transit page, which includes a webcam so you can be all creepy-like and spy on my colleagues and I.  ;-D