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I have decided to disable anonymous posting on my journal.

Some crumb bumb has been commenting left and right to comments other people make and it bugs me! Bugs me, I tell you!

Wait, that was me.

Um, so, this'll keep me honest. I guess.

I hope.
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Adding a third person to the household has multiplied the chaos, not merely added to it. [Edited to add: I mean that in a good way. I like chaos.]

Last night, during dinner, I said "I want this to happen every night." It was me, Jane, Julie, and Art, and we ate Jane's roast beast, with broccoli and hollandaise. Mmmm, it was wonderful. After dinner, Art, Jane, and I watched the restored Metropolis, which is really good. Then Art and I watched two of the featurettes about the restoration.

This afternoon, [livejournal.com profile] intelligentrix and [livejournal.com profile] slave_driver came over to use our computers. And this evening, Julie and I went to Foolscap briefly, mostly to have dinner with [livejournal.com profile] calimac and [livejournal.com profile] wild_patience, whom she hadn't seen in a couple years. The group also included [livejournal.com profile] jerry_kaufman, [livejournal.com profile] svtompkins, Marci M. and Art Widner, and much good conversation was had.

After that was the Artist's Reception, where I had mumblety chocolate covered strawberries and Julie claims she only had one piece of cheesecake. After that, food stupor took over and we repaired back to Seattle, where we snuggled rats, talked with Jane, and then came upstairs where we've been reading LJ on one computer and playing Breakquest on the other. She was supposed to cure me of that! This is like all the times I had a woman move in with me on 2nd Ave. hoping that would cure me of Mac'n'Cheese.

Tomorrow: We work on tidying up the office, and go to Foolscap in the evening.
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I had an interesting, multi-layered dream this morning. The parts I remember most vividly are figuring out a computer that had a scrollable screen (that is, you could physically roll the screen up and down, like a window blind, although even at its largest it was pretty small). And there was an ice cream parlor called "Psyche and Circe". What do they have to do with ice cream? Maybe I'll ask the Oracle of Google.

Towards the end of the dream, though, I'd been trying to think of a plot for a science fiction novel. I didn't get one, but I did get a title and some background details.

R.R.T.: The New Earth )
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Pretty good so far, I guess.

We've cleaned up the bathroom (for the male value of "we" that involves any bathroom cleaning, of course1) and rearranged my bedroom so it's "our" bedroom.

Art Widner is also staying here, and hopefully enjoying himself. Monday Julie and I took him to Judy Fu's, because he had not yet been taken there during his birthday week celebration. When his granddaughter asked him "How was your birthday party?" he said "Which one?"

A few large parties had all arrived at about the same time, so although they had tables for two we three had to wait a while. Then several tables cleared off at once. Oh well. But the food was tasty as usual.

Tuesday Jane and I went out to [livejournal.com profile] anitar and [livejournal.com profile] jackwilliambell's to have a meeting with them and Anita's sister, M-----, about the next step in the process. I think it was productive, with movement and action items on several major issues. Hah! Gotta dust off the meeting vocabulary I guess. Anita made a great roast pork, marinaded to allegedly provide a taste of wild boar. This was amusing to us all, because of course none of us know what wild boar tastes like (my Uncle Will would have said "tastes like chicken," his response to any exotic meat). Julie had the house to herself! That rarely happens to me, dang it!

Wednesday we had [livejournal.com profile] intelligentrix and [livejournal.com profile] slave_driver over for dinner. I made lamb chops, steak, stir fried some zucchini in olive oil with curry powder and a shallot, and sauteed mushrooms with basil and PickaPeppa sauce. Widely considered tasty by all. [livejournal.com profile] tamiam showed up by welcome surprise, and we made a space for her and were able to feed her, too. Yeah!

Today Jane is off at Computer Workshop for the afternoon, and will make roast beast for dinner. Art is off on walkabout, I think, and Julie and I will go off to Best Little Rabbit Rodent and Ferret House. (If you know Julie, tell me -- do you think she'll like visiting there?)

Tomorrow: Foolscap! Several LJers will be there, of course, and Saturday night will be a Potlatch party. We're looking forward to it.




1    "You helped a little," Julie clarified, holding her thumb and forefinger together.
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Coming down the mountains from the glories of western Montana and the Idaho panhandle into eastern Washington left me feeling a little alienated. One of the first things you see is Spokane. From the interstate, it doesn't look like much. A small downtown and many car lots. Then you're in the Palouse (I think it's called), the arid yet fertile region between the Cascades and the Rockies. We saw lots of dust devils, some pretty large.

What made me feel at home, though, was the mini mart attached to the gas station we stopped at in Quincy. There was an Hispanic cashier, talking in rapid Spanish with one of the customers. They were both fairly young, but I couldn't tell if it was talking or flirting. And the manager (presumably owner) was Asian. To me, that was central Washington in a nutshell.

The rockslide at the Snoqualmie Pass backed up westbound traffic for a couple miles, but it was no worse than 520. At its worst. But, as we both posted yesterday, we made it through.

We were (a) a day early, and (b) Jane was beset upon waking from her nap with a worrisome attack of vertigo, so there wasn't as much house prep as Jane planned. But we managed to place all Julie's boxes. Julie and I went to an Indian restaurant on 45th. Judging from the sounds across the table it was just what we needed after four days of cooler snacks and meat and potatoes meals. We brought massive leftovers home to Jane.

The rest of the evening was spent poking about on LJ and climbing into bed early. Today will be pretty busy, we both have numerous errands to run and phone calls to make.

To which, to wit!
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I guess this counts as officially Day One of our Zoom Across the Continent.

I'm in Madison right now. I got here at 4, earlier than we'd originally planned. After Julie picked me up, we went to her apartment where I was able to do oh, maybe even five or six minutes of work before I had an asthma attack. Sigh. It's a good thing it was so sudden, because that meant I'd recover quickly, too. The slow slide asthma attacks (as they're called) take days.

So, darn it, we just had to lounge about in the hot tub and what not, then have dinner at Noodles. I know that Noodles is a prosaic local chain, but it's exotic to me. Hah! Julie's back at her apartment doing some more work.

Tomorrow, As We All Know, is crate loading day. Wednesday is Apartment Cleaning Day. Thursday is Hitting The Road Day. And Monday or Tuesday is Arriving In Seattle Day.

I'm very happy to be here and to see Julie. Everything feels much better now. Yeah!
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I'm typing on my nepew's laptop, which has a different keyboard than I'm used to, and a dirty screen (good heavens!) and I don't have my computer glasses. So if I left a couple a few typose slip through, that's why;.

It's a poor workman what blames his tools. So they say.

So far: So good. Got in fine. Got in to town fine, had a Buona Beef last night for dinner. Then I got tired, and thought I was sacking out, except my body thought it was a nap. Sigh. So I read "Art & Fear", which was very intriguing. Like "How I Learned Not To Be A Photojournalist," I thought it would have much more meaning if I read it again in six months, after letting it sink in.

Tomorrow, breakfast at the Oak Park Original Pancake House with my sisters and nephew. I don't know what else for the rest of the day. I hope the barbershop is open. Hah!

We watched Kung Fu Hustle tonight, which was pretty funny. As I type, I'm finding out who all my nephew's AOL IM buddies are -- "Ignition Penguin" is the most amusing name that's popped up so far. I'm manfully resisting the temptation to start chating with everyone. LOL. OMGWTF. BRB. Think I could handle an IM conversation? LOL. But at the first "Hah!" they'd get me. Hah! See? It wouldn't take long.

At dinner my siblings and niblings were talking about the French Quarter and I kept thinking of "An X walks into a bar..." jokes.

Well, anyway, thought I'd check in whilst I had the chance. Hope everyone is doing well. See you soon!
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The registrar at PCNW wrote back saying all I had to do was reassure her I knew the material in the prerequisite class. So I did that!

I got an assignment for Real Change last night, a candlelight vigil for the victims of Katrina. I'm not sure, actually, what the sponsoring organization was. The organizer started off with an introduction and some remarks that were pretty good, then gave the mike to a reverend who gave the opening prayer. After that, it was an open mike for people who felt like doing so to come up and speak. As is the case with these things, some people were moving, some were rambling and soporific. But overall, there was a positive energy. Many people said we have to stop taking it and stand up for ourselves.

For a while I was thinking about the Art of Resistance procession I covered back in mid May, and how incredibly lame it was to me. It was strictly middle class downwardly mobile Caucasoid slackers (much like myself, of course). A woman gave a short speech in Spanish. While she was speaking, I wondered if anyone understood her. As it turned out, there was: One of the bums in the park did.

I've covered five or six union events over the summer. They've all been multiethnic and multiracial. Last night I felt that the fluff of the Art of Resistance had been washed away, and finally I was left with the core of the beginnings of action, what I was at last night.

There weren't many people. I counted 42 before we started, and enough arrived during the event that we may have gotten up to 60. Somebody passed a bucket and we raised a couple hundred dollars to go towards a project one of the speakers was coordinating.

As I said, I felt like there was a core there, a core that will keep growing.

I've already told the RC editor that I'd like to keep working with him when I get back. My schedule will be full, which is always nice: A class on Monday nights, Riley care, Real Change photography, and exploring Seattle with Julie. I also think that with the earlier sunsets I'll get back into neon pictures, which I've been hankering to do, believe it or else, for quite a while.
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I know that the problems of an old rat don't amount to a hill of beans in this troubled Casablanca reference, but...

A couple days ago, Jane realized she'd have to medicate Peaty by herself while I was gone. He continues to struggle quite actively whenever we try to medicate him, and this worried us: Would he hate us? Would we hurt him in some way? Etc.

So, at her request, we went to the vet again yesterday and spoke to the tech who likes rodents. We were relieved to find out that Peaty was as difficult for the tech to control as for us. "Here's the mixed result that's good news," he said at one point. "Yep, he's difficult to medicate. And if he's capable of struggling this much, he's not too badly off." The tech kept pausing to soothe Peaty and compliment him on his ability to get out of any grip. "Are you ready for The Stunner? Oh, you're gooooood."

Basically, it requires patience, soothing, and a little medication at a time. On the way back, Jane mentioned several times that she was relieved we'd done this. As patient readers know, Peaty's health has been one of my ongoing concerns for the last couple months. By visiting the vet tech yesterday, we took care of an important variable: how one person can medicate him. So now, if he should (heaven forfend) die before I return, that's the breaks of the game. We know what it's possible for us to do, and the rest is out of our hands.

Even before I read the singing translation of The Ring of the Nibelung, I was thinking of wrapping Peaty in a shroud and taking him to Golden Gardens and giving him a fiery, sunset sendoff there. Yeah!

Today's Wednesday. Friday, I hit the road. Whoops. Better get ready. Hah!
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Yesterday morning I hung out with R---- so Anita could rest from her second chemo. I was a little tired, so basically I watched him play with his wooden train; the toy store in Wallingford Center was going out of business, and they had a series of dashes (well, the other letters in his name) to go along with the R that Anita had already found. After a while, we went to the park.

It was a cloudy day, so there were plenty of parents and kids there. It's a very international park; there were Chinese, Polish, Russian, Indian kids and parents there. At the Wallingford playfield, the only child of non Euro-American (white, basically) that I recall descent was a mixed race child.

You know, I think it's an example of privilege and prejudice that until I typed in that sentence I'd assumed the girl was adopted. In another park (in a neighborhood of a different socioeconomic level than Wallingford), I'd have assumed she was the biological child of the woman she interacted with. (See? Now I can't even say "her mother." Hah!) At the Redmond park, I'd have also assumed adoptive rather than biological parentage.

Um, anyway, at the Wallingford playfield, I didn't notice any accents to English, or languages other than English being spoken. At the Redmond park, I heard Polish, Hindu, and Chinese, at least.

Again, basically I followed him around and watched him play. I took him home, we had lunch, Anita put him down for his nap after Jack came home from work.

Back at the slidey puzzle, we worked some more on the basement after dinner (Szechuan Bistro, to which we have not been in quite a while -- Jane was a little embarassed by how eagerly I agreed to the idea of going out). One of the things I've learned, over the years, is that when you rearrange things, during most of the project everything slowly expands. Then, the reconfiguration is achieved and everything rapidly recondenses. In other words, we're still at the "everything slowly expands" part of the project, but we should achieve "everything rapidly recondenses" soon.

In my area, I've cleared off some bathroom counter and cabinet space and emptied a closet. Most of the bathroom stuff got tossed or given to Jane, but the closet just um, let us say, expanded. Hah!

Today: Mostly Vanguard prep (which is at CascadiaCon), not that we have elaborate plans or anything. Some basement work, I'm sure. Tomorrow: If Jane has Sam, I'll work on stuff up here. If not, more basement work.

Friday, I head off to Oak Park, IL. Monday (12th), I take the bus up to Madison. Thursday (15th) (according to current projections), Julie and I hit the road in our zoom across the continent. Five or so days later, we arrive in Seattle. It took me and Jane five days (Minneapolis to Seattle), but North Dakota featured thunderstorms, tornadoes, diagonal headwinds, and we started out Montana by spending a half day repacking the truck so it didn't fishtail at speeds above 55 mph. With even regular over $3.50 gallon in Madison (according to [livejournal.com profile] juliebata), it's just as well we're not taking a leisurely trip. Seattle gas prices are nudging $3, but only premium has crossed over.

Success!

Aug. 31st, 2005 12:10 am
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The vet yesterday suggested a couple treatments for Peaty. One would have involved driving to West Seattle every day to get him a shot. Call me heartless, but I didn't feel like doing it. Oh well.

The other thing he suggested was giving Peaty 6 ml of Batril once a day, instead of 2 ml twice a day. He also showed me how to hold him to be more gently persuasive. (I readily admitted that Jane and I are wimps about forcing the meds down Peaty's throat -- what's the point of struggling to give him meds if he winds up hating and fearing us?)

Anyway, we tried the new method of holding Peaty. Even though he turned away from the meds at first, he finally took them. And then he ate a big chunk of banana, and even some oatmeal cookie I gave him. Woohoo! (And some NutriCal, too.) 6 Ml to Peaty is about 1200 Ml to me -- more than forty ounces! If someone had just forced more than forty ounces of banana flavored medicine down my throat, I would NOT have eaten even a tiny little chunk of banana. And that chunk of banana to Peaty was five whole bananas to me! Just kidding.

While we were watching Edward Scissorhands, he sat in my lap for a while. Sweetie Peaty!

Today I started work on the basement, getting the room ready for Julie. Which, because we live in a slidey puzzle, meant moving stuff INTO the room. Hah! Oh well.

I've also been reading the translation of The Ring, although I realize this means I'm getting less than a tenth of the whole experience. But to Peaty, that tenth would be...
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Transcontinental Mapquest directions crack me up: They're all "0.1 miles" here and "0.1 miles" there until you hit one that's "1086.6 miles". Basically, our route is going to be:
  • Leave Madison

  • I90

  • Enter Seattle


Not that I needed Mapquest for that, but it was still fun to get the directions.
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For some reason, after posting the John Edwards picture last night (this morning) I just plunged. I really had the physical sensation in my stomach of falling. I wasn't dizzy, it was very local. It was like sudden onset depression or something.

I slept well for a couple hours, but was then wakeful and restless around dawn, and finally got to sleep again for a few hours. Now -- here I am! Woohoo!

Today: One of those days where I'll try to stay away from the computer as much as possible. ("Again?" says Rocky. "That trick never works!")

Some photo thoughts:

I've been thinking of panoramic photos recently. Most of the time when someone shoots a panorama, they stand in one place and rotate. I've been wondering what it would look like to lay a strip of tape down on the ground and follow that, so that the plane of focus in the camera would have close to the same angle to the plane of composition throughout the series. Or, one could take a reference photo, draw a grid on it, and take the photos for the panorama to match the grid. Would the massiveness of the resultant print add anything to the image? Or would it be just technical trickery?

I'm very tempted to go to the opera tonight and take pictures of people as they arrive. (I don't think I'll come up with something this amusing, though. I mean, unless someone's willing to dress in lousy clothes and get drunk. According to one source, the photo linked to was staged; Weegee knew the woman on the right from a bar they both frequented; he had a friend get her drunk and shove her out on cue.)

I'm also tempted to find out what's the most expensive apartment building in downtown Seattle, and go there and ask to take pictures of their pets. What differences would I notice? Would they be apparent in the pictures? Would there be more similarities or more differences?
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Feeling much better (and cleaner!) today than yesterday. Still tired and had a hard time sleeping, but I had a sweet, pleasant chat with Julie and that helped quite a bit.

We went out to Kent to have dinner with some Vanguard folks WINOLJ. The food was as tasty as the company. Hah! No, seriously, it was great fun. They had a bunch of corn that was picked earlier that day, cooked perfectly, and sweet as could be. Some meat on bamboo skewers that had been marinated, and finally, when we were almost all done, some ribs that were tasty, but too much. I made an off hand comment about using the bones in spaghetti sauce, and wound up taking them home. They're pretty meaty; the meat was cut off in the dark. Hah! My seekrit plan succeeds again!

It was fun sitting amongst the trees, and I thought it would be nice to go back out there someday when we could walk down to the stream, but I'm a city boy born and bred. The idea of living out there, with nothing within even a ten or twenty minute drive, does not interest me in the least.

Shortly before hitting the road, I listed the work remaining for the Frye Apartments, which is due Friday. Gosh, I've let it pile up. >_<

Oh well. Today's schedule is pretty open, so I should be able to get a lot done.

Urg. Time for a nap. Hah!
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I went into a Tully's today, which only happens once or twice a month. Quite fortuitously, there was a copy of the P-I local section from last Thursday with a picture of the SEIU rally on the first page. So, what the heck, I sent an email to the photographer asking to get together to talk about photojournalism.

In other news, I haven't bathed in several days; I'm drowsy and unable to concentrate when I'm at the computer, but stewin' and spewin' as soon as I lie down to sleep or nap; no matter what I do in a day I feel like I haven't done anything, I'm cranky to all and sundry ... what else? Hmmm. What could this mean?


Think, think.


Hmmmm.
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Yesterday felt very productive. Made lots of phone calls, made some arrangements for school, etc. Jane and I had Vonda's beef stew for dinner (with "Space Noodles" -- pasta in the shape of the Space Needle, get it? Arr arr arr. [That's a laughing dog "arr", not an exasperated "arg!" or even a pirate's "argh!"]). Then we watched "What's Eating Gilbert Grape?" which, for all of its faults, I was moved by at the end. It was a movie about a nice man who found himself in being nice. I think "It's a Wonderful Life" is a movie about a nice man losing himself in being nice.

I thought I wasn't engaged in the movie, and then the DVD got all sticky and skippy, and it even skipped a whole section (I think), and then it felt like the movie had several endings, but after all I was pretty moved. It didn't hurt that Johnny Depp got to run off with a young Juliette Lewis. Hah! Actually, I was confusing her with Rachel Griffiths, who plays Brenda on Six Feet Under. Boy, they sure look and act alike.

Today's agenda includes returning Riley to Jack and Anita, working on more pictures for the Frye, and so on.

It's also cloudy and cool, which is nice. Yeah!

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