the queen anne scene

With four more days in my apartment, though I'd share some pics I took this week on the hill .... world's smallest graffiti?

thursdayfriday roundup

best thing about working for a jesuit university? paid catholic holidays! tgigf, or something. some tidbits: - if you live in seattle and haven't looked outside yet, do so. can you believe it? it's 75 degrees. i ran to volunteer park and back today at lunch, and my lungs didn't freeze. hallelujah! - you can't believe how difficult it is to give away free labor. i've been trying to pawn myself off to a local museum for the past month, to no avail. w-t-f. i'm a decent, cupcake-baking human trying to give you 30 hours of my time. W-T-F. - one of my colleagues gave me free tickets to a pnb dress rehearsal last night and i had the chance to see mark morris' 'pacific' from one of the best seats in the house...for free! when sharon cumberland ("blah i went to private school in italy blah blah antonio banderas fan club blah") made us watch a documentary on mark morris in sophomore brit lit class, i wrote him off, assuming that anything she recommended was full of pretense and assholishness. i was wrong. wrong wrong wrong. this dance was incredible. the staging was brilliant. the costumes were brilliant. the indian influenced dancing was brilliant. go see it: http://www.pnb.org tickets are cheap. - so i guess minis are back? i went shopping last weekend and bought what i thought were "tunics"/long shirts but was told by the fashion consultants on the today show this morning that short dresses are the cat's meow. and i mean SHORT. this is one of those timeless signs of getting older: the inability to wear anything in public that may accidentally show off my ass. i just can't do it anymore. - we are headed to pdx tomorrow afternoon and i couldn't be more excited to spend some time in my 2nd favorite city. speaking of pretentious assholes, there's an itsy damien hirst exhibit at pam which will be a top priority this weekend. if you don't know damien hirst, you should, even if he just makes you angry. he's an asshole. a brilliant, art-factory owning, i-copyrighted-and-then-sued-british-airways-for-using-colored-polka-dots asshole. love him!

il pleut.

today is one of those early spring (not quite spring-like) days in seattle when i just have to throw my hands up and concede. the sun is nearly here. nearly. we get glimpses here and there; just enough to jog our memories and make us forget for a short time how goddamned miserable wet feet and frizzy hair are after 6 months. but. it's still raining. and today, i had to let it go, or perish. my windows are open. there is a warm and hopeful breeze. the rain does sound nice. olive is howling at the ceiling fan. earlier today she discovered crows and has not left her window perch since. one has just landed on the chimney across from my window. they are having a heated conversation. crow does not seem to be impressed by her ability to lick the back of her own neck. (a trick that will certainly never be lost on me) i moped my way over to elliott bay books this morning. as did every other seattlite escaping the weather. we do like our books and coffee over here. that is not a lie. picked up dave eggers' new book "what is the what," and am now taking my very first graphic novel for a spin: "persopolis" by marjane satrapi. will eventually get around to posting about the book i'm currently reading: "we wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families." it's infuriating. and has spurred an africa obsession in me. more on that later. the world is frightening right now, isn't it? i say this and realize that for 90% of the world's population, the world has been frightening for a long time. can't wait to be off the brink of everything. i just want sunshine and peace already. in the meantime, olive will nap and i will bake adam some scones.