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Let’s learn Indigenous place names on public transport

Due to the COVID 19 pandemic, public transport agencies highly discourage leisure trips on public transport. All public transport agencies in the Puget Sound region charge tariffs, and masks are required under state law.

What’s up everyone, it’s dǰ pišpiš. To celebrate Indigenous Peoples’ Day 2020, I am posting to this website a collection of King County Metro timetable covers that I edited. Language is derived from the Burke Museum’s Waterlines project map, and their second edition is posted at this link: https://www.burkemuseum.org/static/waterlines/project_map.html. The work began as my final project for the Northwest Indigenous Architectures and Placemaking class (Autumn 2019). Its purpose is to disrupt our settler colonial knowledge on place and space across the Seattle area, using public transport to aid in the awareness and knowledge of Indigenous placemaking. Since the initial work, I continue to expand the scope of the project, adding new routes while keeping up with the regular service shakeups.

Follow my Instagram, where throughout the next several months, I’ll be breaking down the intellect of these bad boys. See the project gallery for the latest timetable covers.

We stand here today to recognise the stewards of Coast Salish lands, the original and current caretakers: Duwamish Suquamish, Tulalip, and Muckleshoot. Our hands go up and recognition spreads.

ʔalʔal Part II. Kaimana alone

xʷac(ə): to take something off to lighten a load; to carry a canoe; to carry
=gʷiɬ: canoe, waterway; curved side; narrow passageway

Pain of betrayal engulfs me
I stumble out of the hostel
Of men who don’t give a f***
At the bus shelter
Located on sxʷacəgʷiɬ
To lift a canoe
I wept a river

A 48 coach greets me thereafter
I boarded and held on
Over the hills through places in transition
Across the smooth concrete
I felt calm despite movement
Stability in place of insecurity
Of my place in this world
Buses have always been a home for me
To heal

ʔalʔal Part I. A town neither white nor centered

ʔalʔal: home, house

Minutes from the herring house
A town neither white nor centered
Home to many Asian and Hispanic shops
Among them a homage to Superman
And a green bridge to Dubsea
Across from my old place of residence
A familiar musty smell surrounds
The rear of the low budget Super Saver
The epitome of change over time
Remains of the charred funeral home
Where my father once transitioned
While Evergreen remains evergreen
The line that made me moves on
Towards red and mustard
From t̕uʔəlaltxʷ to home

Above the Motorway

I sit above the motorway
The city gazes at me
As beasts stream up and down
I look below
At the bellies of the beasts
A peculiar calm in liminal space
Amongst a chaotic river of movement

Alexander Dennis rumbles towards me
I wave as she disappeared
Uninterested and unrelenting
I stand and turn around
People scuttle hurriedly above the motorway
The crevasse that separates
šilšul and sluʔwiɬ

I turn around
Towards the rumble and the screams I feel
A peculiar lull in a place of transition
Amongst the hurried flow of change

After such a satisfying outcome, what comes next? (Part V)

What’s up everyone, it’s dǰ pišpiš. In an astonishing twist, Asian Alliance for Mental Health (AAMH; formerly API Cares) announced they are undergoing a major rebranding and organizational transition. This is such a big outcome for the UW Pacific Islander student community that would leave even Seattle Time’s Danny Westneat speechless. AAMH’s reasoning for making the transition is below the jump.

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Bad Courses Tier List

In the Worst Course Ever, I mentioned that I’ll talk about some of the other bad courses that I took at University of Washington. But I couldn’t figure out how to tackle the subject without sounding overly negative. Until now. Today, I’m going to put a spin on this disco ball and create a tier list of bad courses I took at UW.

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King County Metro Coach Tier List

What’s up everybody? It’s dǰ pišpiš. I haven’t done a blog post in a while. That’s on me. I just haven’t had a chance to write anything with all the civic events and job searching going on. Today, I want to do a rider tier list for King County Metro coaches that are currently in service. As a rider with 13 years of experience riding public transport in most areas of King County, I feel very qualified to rate coaches according to their comfort, ease of interior detailing, and cool/innovative features. I’ll rate coaches in order of model year. All photographs are linked from the CPTDB wiki, and are the property of their respective owners. Let’s do this s***.

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This song inspires me

Some of you know I’m a big fan of Maisey Rika, a Māori musician who in my opinion made some pretty timeless songs and music videos even to today’s standards. One of my favorite songs, “Letting Go”, has a montage where Maisey hitchhikes on a truck bound for Helensville, a rural Auckland area town. The CBD portion of the hitchhike reminded me of the CBD I saw while I was there in person 10 years later. So, I decided to investigate what streets the truck drove by while Maisey shot her music video. The only clue I gotten during this montage was the part where the truck passed by Hanover Finance adjacent to the Auckland Art Gallery, the former of which I later found is located at 2 Kitchener Street.

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The term “protester” has lost all meaning

This week, Indian Country is up in arms about threats made against Seattle’s first—and only—Indigenous city council member Debora Juarez, Blackfeet. I want to say right away that I do not condone anyone going to someone else’s residence to harass or berate them. I hate that s***. I don’t think that—unless we’re talking about Jeff (Em)Bezos or some other privileged white person who has a whole couple of suburban blocks for themselves and a mansion—going to someone else’s house in the middle of the night for several nights to “protest” is going to be productive. But that stuff did happen. And I believe it creates tensions across BIPOC communities that are counterproductive to the goals of de-funding the police and re-appropriating taxpayer money for community social and health services.

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