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Chad Kesegi


Last Updated: 4/18/2009

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Age: 30
City: Seattle
State: Washington
Signup Date: 2/12/2004

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May 30, 2009 - Saturday 
Celebrated Summer by Husker Du "New Day Rising" (1985)

Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour

I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my time
Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time
Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around
It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around

Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand

Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?

Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds
I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there

Do you remember when the first snowfall fell
When summer barely had a snowball's chance in Hell?





Currently listening:
New Day Rising
By Hüsker Dü
Release date: 1990-10-25
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April 29, 2009 - Wednesday 

Category: Music


Don't you hate it when your memory of a certain event is so visceral and intense that it seems only to occupy a mere split second?

This was surely one of those moments; and I would pay whatever price is fetched to return and relive it all over again.

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January 8, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Life
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December 21, 2008 - Sunday 

Category: Life


last night mother nature and old man winter decided forged a pact allowing it to snow here in Seattle... ALOT!!!
Oh, and for the 3rd time this week.
And go figure, it's fluttering down again right now!!!
Currently listening:
Liliput/ Kleenex
By Liliput/ Kleenex
Release date: 2001-02-20
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July 15, 2008 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  optimistic
Category: Music

LES THUGS - Papapapa


I just saw these guys KILL IT at a free show at Neumos in Capitol Hill, Seattle
this past Friday night before they played in the SubPop20 Festival the next day.

Mind you that the members of the audience (myself included) aged roughly around 20
to 30 something, but damn if it wouldn't have hurt them to show some vital signs in the manner that this Paris crowd affectionately displayed.

Was I the only one that genuinely wanted to turn a blind eye to the rote hipster etiquette and just lose it and run the subsequent risk of being outed as THAT asshole?
Defendant, Seattle, what have you to say in your defense?
You've got some 'splaining to do.

All I've got to say is that when T.S.O.L. rolls into town, some damage control better be in order.


back in 1991 - And He Kept On Whistling


LES THUGS - I Love You So


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June 1, 2008 - Sunday 

Current mood:  drunk


News
Starbucks Asks Rat City Rollergirls to Change Their Logo


posted by
Jonah Spangenthal-Lee
on May 23 at
17:01 PM



The Starbucks Coffee Company has asked the Rat City Rollergirls (RCR)—a Seattle based roller derby league—to modify their logo because of, according to Starbucks spokeswoman Stacey Krum, of concerns about a &8220;very similar look and feel of the logo.&8221;



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Krum says Starbucks spoke with RCR reps two days ago, and Starbucks has asked for an extension on the trademark ruling. &8220;Under trademark law, you need to be careful to protect your own trademark,&8221; Krum says.



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Starbucks previously sued a comic artist, a Chinese coffee company and a Texas bar owner over trademark issues.



RCR did not respond to requests for comment. Krum says she expects the dispute to be wrapped up sometime in July.


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My two cents.

If Starbucks were to proceed in accordance to their logic and bullying of the little people, then would that perhaps allow the Boston Celtics to sue Starbucks for dilluting their mark w/ concentric circles, usage of a sans-serif font, and encircling such with a emblematic image?



Or were the Celtics implicit in not having the prescience in the earlier part of the century that a Coffee giant (that actually sold more tobacco and spices than coffee in it's inception) would emerge and lay claim to such general design benchmarks so that anyone encroaching on such pedestrian practice was in fact impuging ..right statutes?

The company is, in my eyes, nitpicking, and throwing their weight at a local entity that poses no threat to their primacy as a Koffee King. Perhaps they should direct more attention to the direct competion that they face on the Koffee Korners, be it Peets, Tulleys or Seattle's Best (Not to be mistaken w. Milwaukee's Beast)

If Weird Al can parody Michael Jackson and win his endorsement, then perhaps Starbucks should get their collective selves a life and a sense of humor.




Currently listening:
Song III: Bird on the Water
By Marissa Nadler
Release date: 2007-08-07
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April 18, 2008 - Friday 

Current mood:  animated
Category: Life


I was under the persuasion that you were a progressive, all inclusive city, built in
the spirit of the old pioneers by and for the people of industrious demeanor and the
inventive spirit in stark contrast to all of those knuckle-dragging city's and their
leaders back out east.

I do believe your priorities have been grossly misplaced.

Let's break it down
-  Insufficeint or obsolete, infrastructure that has been neglected and
   otherwise outpaced by incredible growth, effectively choking traffic
   at most hours. The fight for light rail has been a rather contentious
   one, and I'd like to be able to cruise around quickly and unhinderd by
   surface traffic on a train before my golden years.

-  Stratospheric housing prices (600k+ for a bungalo in Queen Anne?
   Get real!) and an unwavering emphasis on new condo development
   all while chipping away at a dwindling inventory of affordable rental
   properties.

   Full Disclosure: I pay $700/mo for a 330sq ft studio
   (That's a good deal)

- Everybody here knows that there is a massive drug problem in this city,
   as beautiful as it is, whether they acknowledge it or not. Not to mention
   police coverage is pretty sparse relative to comparable cities despite the
   city's overall safety compared to said comparable cities.

   I will note though that a patrol car sat in the garage entrance of the
   Safeway across the street of my residence overseeing the efforts of
   Kasee and myself as he helped me transport my newly acquired (free)
   full bed and loveseat from the rental van into my studio.
This individual has bothered no-one (within reason), has been a good neighbor
and has up until now been targeted by only one anonymous property owner that
can on be presumably jealous of this resourceful lad who has successfully learned
to live off of the grid.

That or he/she is simply incapable understanding any other ways or means that
run counter to the systematic materialistic tenets based around owning property
and smugly protecting it.

What a life.

here's the article to fill in all those of the inquiring sort…



reappropriated from Seattle Post Intelligencer

Under The Needle: Man evicted from 'amazing' treehouse

Squirrelman knows the end is near. A little more than a week ago, city workers arrived unannounced and put pink-ribboned survey stakes around the cluster of trees that hold his home. Then Friday, the city dispatched social workers to tell him about shelters a man with pets can't use and treatment programs a light drinker doesn't need.

They told him officials planned to evict him from his treehouse in the vacant lot under the interstate.

They asked him, "Won't you come down for good?"

But Squirrelman says he doesn't have anywhere else to go. On Monday at 9 a.m., when the Seattle Department of Transportation posted a lime-green 48- hour eviction notice on his hand-cobbled gate, telling him that he and his elaborate platform better disappear, Squirrelman didn't come down. His ladder, counterweighted with sandbags on pulleys, remained pulled up like a castle gate. His tent didn't stir.

A day earlier, he talked about the possibility that for the third time in three years he'd lose a carefully constructed home on other people's property. "I'm tired," he said. "I just want to be left alone. I'm not hurting anyone."

Which is true, neighbors said of David Csaky, also known as Squirrelman, decades ago known as Oral Wayne Branch, when he was born into poverty in Los Angeles on Nov. 24, 1955.

"David's a unique character but a good neighbor," said Janet Yoder, who owns an apartment complex adjacent to the unused City Light-owned lot on the 3100 block of Eastlake Avenue East, where Csaky built his home.

"He's built this amazing treehouse in the middle of a city," said Yoder. "I certainly believe he's not a threat of any kind to anyone."

Other neighbors agree, saying the wiry, weathered 52-year- old actually keeps crime down and the vacant lot clean.

Jim Ross, owner of neighboring Ross Laboratories, loaned Csaky a block and tackle he used to haul beams into the trees. "He works hard," Ross said. "He's kind of become the neighborhood watchdog."

No matter. Workers with the city Transportation Department, acting on a citizen report dated March 12, decided Csaky (pronounced Shacky) must go. There are longstanding policies about encampments, about precedents, about liability on rights of way and Csaky is, without a doubt, in violation of each.

Csaky said he's not looking for pity or a handout. He compared himself to a homesteader who simply is using what wasn't used. "I just need a place where I can live with my animals."

He began construction on his "squirrel's nest" about two years ago. Given better luck, he said, he wouldn't be here at all.

He'd moved to Seattle from Pittsburgh and from there by way of Florida. The abridged version of the story he tells is that he was born to a mom who was a prostitute and a dad who was a drunk. City workers, after finding him and his brother stealing food to survive, remanded them first to relatives in Florida, then split them into foster homes.

Eventually, the Csaky family adopted him and he changed his name. He dropped out of high school, got his GED and started a successful vacuum cleaner and carpet-cleaning business, he said. But a bad marriage, bad luck and despair he won't detail put him on the ropes in his late 40s.

He packed up what little he owned and moved to Seattle, hoping to make it to Alaska. A lost job cost him his Belltown studio apartment four years ago. A lack of money and illegal parking cost him his Jeep Cherokee that he lived in after.

Homeless, Csaky searched. Using scraps, found carpet and building supplies, he modified an empty 6-foot crawlspace under a building owned by Don Kennedy Real Estate. So cleverly hidden -- his entry was attached by Velcro and looked permanently sealed -- the real estate company didn't find out for months.

"We were shocked when a manager found it," said Don Kennedy Jr. "It was a nearly full apartment he built down there. Impressive. But he couldn't stay."

Kennedy and his wife were so impressed with Csaky's work, they hired him to do small jobs and let him live in vacant units. This worked for a while. But in the end, Kennedy said, Csaky was smart, personable, talented -- and unreliable.

Csaky built another place, this time in an apartment complex on Eastlake slated for razing. Then one day he found his small, hidden building bulldozed. "I just got off the bus," he said. "I saw it and dropped my bags. I started crying."

He walked to the lot across the street and made temporary shelter in the bushes. Then he noticed the linden tree on the hillside, the Eastlake side of the lot. He wedged a sheet of plywood into the tree, creating a platform big enough for his tent.

It was midsummer and a dense canopy of leaves blanketed the tree and obscured Csaky's roost. "The platform was too small," he said. "I needed more room so I wouldn't fall off."

So he began searching. The neighborhood construction boom got an unexpected beneficiary.

Next door, Janet Yoder and her husband, Robby Rudine, began hearing hammering sounds. But with the din from Interstate 5 overhead and sound reflecting from Lake Union, it was difficult to pin down. Then came fall and a big windstorm. She looked out her window at the tree.

"It was like a curtain got raised," she remembered. "Suddenly there was this treehouse."

She met Csaky a short time later. So would many in that stretch of Eastlake. He'd introduce himself as "David, the treehouse guy."

Over time, he raised his platform and expanded it to approximately 300 square feet. With the block and tackle, he raised a wood stove, chairs and shelves. On the platform rests his tent, three chairs and shelves. A counter cradles an unplumbed sink. The platform stretches across the branches of three trees and is, he said, "solid as a rock." For a time he had electricity, temporarily donated by neighbors -- even a TV, heater and stereo.

From scraps, it has a million-dollar view of the lake and Queen Anne Hill.

"I was happy as hell," he said.

He's not sure what he'll do now. He lives in the tree with his rat Lucky, his ferret Rainbow and an off-balance squirrel named Tilt.

The name, Squirrelman, comes from the pet squirrels he's had over time, tame enough to sit on his shoulder. He says he understands why the squirrels like the trees. "It's safer up here," he said.

But now, it appears over. Neighbors have talked of trying to find him shelter he can use with the animals. He wonders if the city can just take mercy and leave him alone for a few years.

"How much longer am I going to be able to climb that ladder?" he said. " Just leave me alone for a few years and I'll be gone anyway."










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March 12, 2008 - Wednesday 

Category: Life



I can relate to this in a many, varied stratum of ways.
Perhaps it can be attributed to my present surroundings.

This, however will be changing very soon.

I also wanted to share this little nugget with whomever is reading
in hopes that it brings illumination to their day as much as it did mine.

A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends late one night. He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
"What’s that big brass gong?" one of the guests asked.
"It’s not a gong. It’s a talking clock," the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? "How’s it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound, and stepped back. The three stood looking at one another for a moment.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "You asshole, it’s three-fifteen in the morning!"


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January 10, 2008 - Thursday 

Current mood:  mellow
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities


That's simple… By irritating his subordinates and entertaining himself when
alone with his own special blend of fantastical irreverence.

Oh… And apparently he grew a beard sometime during the furlough.



Currently listening:
Collective Psychosis Begone
By Hallelujah the Hills
Release date: 05 June, 2007
5:27 AM 
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November 29, 2007 - Thursday 

Current mood:  relaxed
Category: News and Politics
Stealthily lifted from clusterflock.org
 
Currently listening:
The Incredible Moses Leroy Become the Soft.Lightes
By Incredible Moses Leroy
Release date: 21 October, 2003
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