Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Cookie Monster Coat

When I was little I had a Cookie Monster coat, with eyeballs on the top of the hood, and matching Cookie Monster mittens attached via a string that ran through the arm hole of my coat. See my profile pic on this site.

Walking to the bus stop yesterday morning - 17 degrees! - I put my hands in my pockets to find...only one glove. That's it. The next pair of gloves I buy I am attaching with a long string and running it through my coat.
Bitter wind blew through me as I waited for the bus. Twenty degrees is cold for the PNW. It is currently unfathomable to me that I lived in Ohio and survived 10 winters in the Midwest.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Demon Possession

My cat has been possessed by the spirit of the printer. Day and night she tries to learn its secrets, dig them out of its interior.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


From 10-4-08, a blustery Saturday...

Reality is a sound, you have to tune into it, not just keep yelling. -Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Fountain of Sorrow

What I was seeing wasn't what was happening at all - Jackson Browne, Fountain of Sorrow.
Someone assumed the form of the great love of your life, only to reveal himself later as an alien who had to get on a spaceship and go back to his planet - Loorie Moore, Birds of America.

Monday, September 29, 2008

No, the other one

When I first went away to college, Seattle was still a small (affordable) city.
Where are you from?
Seattle. (blank look) In Washington.
Oh! Washington DC?
No, the other Washington. Washington state.

Thank you Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Microsoft.

Here are some photos of Capitol Hill...no, the other one.

On Broadway (I'll let you figure out which one)--temporary art installations in (empty) storefronts at the location of the future Capitol Hill Sound Transit light rail station.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Squirrel Man is on Prowl

He walks the streets outside my window, dressed in black, carrying a bag. Today he carries an umbrella. He is always dressed in black. The amount of time he spends varies, but today he keeps reappearing, summoning his disciples.

The first time I saw him wandering, looking back and forth, I called out the window to him:
Are you lost?
No, I'm looking for squirrels.

He feeds pigeons and crows, too. Sparrows are hangers-on. But I always think of him as Squirrel Man. I wonder what his life is like.

Once I saw him on the roof of a brick building a block away, surrounded by a spray of pigeons. Usually, though, I see him on the street outside my window.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


Monday, September 22, 2008

I want to speak without words

Friday, September 12, 2008

Sifting Sands

Life changes, right out from underneath us (sometimes several times a day). So do our thoughts. I'm now working part-time at a great non-profit and studying to get an MFA in creative writing, a labor of love, a gift I am giving myself. I bike to work on the Burke Gilman trail three days a week, 14 miles a day (and up one of Seattle's formidable hills!). This week has been beautiful biking weather.

Today on the way home I stopped in Gasworks Park and sat on the hill overlooking Lake Union. I haven't been up there in years. Bright light on the water, sailboats, seaplanes, kayaks, motor boats, bikers and walkers and natives and tourists and couples and families and individuals and friends flopped in the grass in the sun, readers and sleepers and sunbathers. A crazy guy using the hill as his pulpit. And me, feeling the earth tremble; part of grass blown by wind; troubles not so troublesome for a moment; small and brief my concerns, my life, but it didn't feel like something to grieve.

I've been having fun taking my new toy, the camera I finally bought myself, with me on walks. Didn't have it with me today, but here are some pics from other walks.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Bum Failure

No, I am not referring to gluteus maximus muscles giving out (although with each birthday I grow less surprised over what gives out. But I digress...)

I am referring to my general inability to do nothing in a vacuum of structure. I tend not to do well when unemployed. But, folks, I am coming into my own. Okay, okay, I admit I have many appointments and activities, I am a gym junkie, list-maker, and overachieving underachiever. But I am relaxing into the not-knowing a bit, practicing zen juggling in a material world. I do have to eat. And I like having a roof over my head. Obviously, I can't just give up. I cast my line out, but since I can't make the fish bite (wait a minute...what happened to the juggling metaphor?) I am enjoying myself, meeting friends for lunch, writing, napping, singing, allowing myself to be frivolous (obviously, since I'm blogging again).

Monday, January 28, 2008


Map of Snoqualmie Pass, WA US

We tried a new thing on Saturday--snowshoeing! T, A, C, and I bought waterproof pants from Valu Village (accent on second syllable), rented snowshoes from REI, and set out with a class from the Renton Parks Dept. We drove past Snoqualmie Pass to Kachess Lake, about an hour east of Seattle. It was an hour going out, but longer coming back in the accumulated snow!

The parking lot was slick as a salesman. We slipped around, bared ass to cold toilet seat before donning our gear, going from land lubbers to abominable snowmen. It came kind of natural, though, trudging through the snow on new feet (except it was easy to step on your own shoes). After a lesson in climbing uphill, we set out like ducklings on first solo journeys. I found my assertiveness helped much more than caution; I kicked the balls of my feet into the hollows, engaging the metal cleats on the shoes, then pulled myself up with poles and arms. Going downhill was counter-intuitive, crouching forward like Groucho Marx, putting poles in the snow ahead (like putting out a cigar?). Lean back like you would walking down the very steep James St in downtown Seattle and the cleats would disengage and you would slide down the hill. Much of the snow was packed and therefore loud to walk on. Walking in the woods was a little quieter, since the snow stayed in the shadows it hadn't melted and re-frozen.

Excruciating pain in my fingers after lunch!! So cold I thought I would take the glove off and the fingers would stay in the glove! Warming them up on my body, under my shirt, helped a bit but not enough. Finally my blood was pumping enough to pump the blood even to the tips of my fingers. My hair was crunchy and my arms surprisingly sore. The toe warmers really worked, though! My toes stayed really warm. I paid $1.80 for two packets of iron, carbon, and water--like magic, man. Stopping to gaze around us (after we were warmed up) was very peaceful, quiet, with snow falling all around, and on our faces.

It snowed the entire time we were out there. Our guide guessed we covered about 4.5 miles. I-90 was covered in snow as we headed back to town. I couldn't stay awake in the van...zzz....

See Flickr for more photos.

"The author" at Kachess Lake, posing on request