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In late December 2008, Seattle experienced an unaccustomed outbreak of actual winter. Panic ensued: school closures, bus & flight cancellations, some scary accidents.

There was also a lot of urban tobogganing and cross-country skiing.

It looked like this )
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People in the Puget Sound area aren't accustomed to what others in the Northern U.S. would consider routine winter weather--i.e., temperatures that hover below freezing for weeks on end, snow that actually accumulates on the ground and stays there for more than a few hours, icy roadways. Longtime area residents tell me that they haven't seen this kind of weather since before their grown kids were born. And the city of Seattle in particular doesn't seem well-situated to cope with such conditions: much of Seattle proper is spread out over steep hills, and the city understandably lacks the snow- and ice-removal infrastructure of a predictably wintry Boston or Chicago.
Inside the Emerald City Snow Globe )
No Exit )
Breaking the Bad News )

Meanwhile, I'm stranded here in this snow-globe of a city with the week off and no firm plans. For those of you who may be similarly situated, do you think you'd be up for a little "Stranded in Seattle" holiday get-together? Possibly with my homemade coquito (basically, Puerto Rican eggnog) on the menu? My place is small, but I might be able to put together something. Alternatively, I could bring a very large thermos of coquito to your holiday event ...

Also: I'm always up for trips to the movie theater (assuming they're open ...), might be into some sort outdoor winter activity ...
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Happy Birthday, [ profile] dlasky!
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Much like last year, I got invited to spend this Thanksgiving at P.J.'s place (P.J. is a friend-of-a-friend) over on the lake in Kirkland. We did the deep-fried turkey thing again, which was as gastronomically perfect as ever, even if the social setting was occasionally awkward.

At Someone Else's Home for the Holidays )
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (Obama 08)

What follows behind the cut is my photographic record of election night, 2008, as it unfolded in the streets of Seattle, more or less illustrating the merry ramblings of my last journal entry:

Seattle Rejoins the United States--Click Here for Photos )


Nov. 4th, 2008 11:20 pm
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (OBAMA)
I want a T-shirt that says that.

Tonight, I sat down at the Showbox in downtown Seattle with Randall, the friend who took me to see Obama speak for the first time just over two years ago, and Tiffany and Barb, with whom I canvassed for Obama earlier this year, and we watched a thing we'd devoutly wished for but still somehow couldn't believe, actually take place. We saw a skinny black guy with an exotic name win over states in the Old Confederacy. We saw him outperform the Southern white males who were our last two Democratic presidents. (Tonight was truly the Night They Drove Old Dixie Down ...) We watched a cool, thoughtful, eloquent politician emerge unscathed--in fact, arguably stronger--from a swamp of rumor and fearmongering. We saw Southern Strategies and wedge issue campaigns and swift boat attacks flounder and fail. We saw the familiar lines between red and blue states collapse. We watched Barack Obama win the presidency. I can't remember when I've ever felt prouder of my country.

Afterward, my friend Nicole and I walked through downtown surrounded by ecstatic people, screaming, shouting, high-fiving, jumping, marching, honking car horns. A little later, heading up Capitol Hill, I waded through throngs of revelers crowding the middle of Pike Street, which momentarily seemed as thick with human bodies as during the WTO protests of nine years ago or the immigration marches just a couple of years back, but this time not angry or defiant--just overjoyed. Somewhere along the way, a woman stood by the roadside holding a sparkler, looking for all the world like some kind of goth Statue of Liberty.

Now, outside my window, I can hear the celebrations still going on. No doubt about it, this is one deliriously happy city, tonight. And one that feels closer to the rest of the country than it has in a long, long while.

I have pictures. I probably even have more intelligent things to say about all of this. But it's late, and I'm already drifting off. So I'll post that stuff later, maybe tomorrow.

But, man, I have to say that waking up tomorrow is going to feel better than waking up any day has for the past eight years.
saavedra77: Al Swearingen from Deadwood raises a glass, say "Cheers" wistfully. (cheers)
So, my ex finally managed to catch me on the phone, the other day, and I found out why she's been leaving me all those ambiguous voicemails.

The patter of little feet is anticipated.

No, it's definitely not mine ...
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (glasses)
My ex of many years and I have been playing phone tag for a month. Frustratingly, K neither text-messages nor answers her email. So we just keep leaving one another voicemail: "Sorry I missed you! Try me on Saturday ..." Back & forth, like tennis.
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Way easier than blogging ...
  • 14:53 @sarrabee - Sorry didn't think of you guys! Last minute invitation. Neptune does trivia nites pretty often, tho. Maybe next time? #
  • 16:44 I <3 hawt! Cuz im a lizard, apparently. #
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Way easier than blogging ...
  • 19:23 Off 2 futurama trivia @ neptune cafe. Nvr seen show. O well. Hypnotoad commands. #
  • 03:07 Despite nvr hvng seen futurama, randomly guessed some right: "Walking on Sunshine" & "Quantum Neutrino Stream." Weirdo's intuition? #
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Driving down I-5 to Oregon the Friday before last, the group of us got a little slap-happy trying to find a restaurant late at night in the middle of nowhere. We saw a sign for a "café" at one point, but on further investigation this just turned out to be a snack shack in an R.V. park--and closed. A few miles later, we glimpsed a distant neon promise of sustenance. The only problem was getting there.

Tiffany recorded our confusion for posterity (see vid).

The food actually turned out to be altogether Elvis-worthy.

Also? There was karaoke. But we resisted that temptation ...
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (watermelon)
Hope that you're having a great day and that this coming year's unprecedentedly excellent. :)
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (springheeljack)
People lament that there are no decent bars left on Cap Hill.

Seriously, I have no idea what they're talking about:

vhat beautiful muzik zey make )
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You ever meet one of those guys who's constantly got to out-cynical everybody in the room? The kind of person who thinks that absolutely everything sucks and that you're an utter fool if you don't think so?

Kinda tiresome, isn't it?
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As a rule, I kind of like depressing movies. But even I have my limits.

[ profile] marginalia has been my partner in crime through a week-and-a-half-long marathon of some of this fall's darkest (and, in at least a couple of instances, most promising) films.

No Country for Old Men )

Michael Clayton )

American Gangster )

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead )

I'd been OK with the previous three films, but the last one's uncompromising bleakness left me running for comfort cinema:

So I sought refuge in re-watching Trevor Knight's version of Twelfth Night. As I'd hoped, Ben Kingsley's Feste singing "The rain it raineth every day" and Helena Bonham Carter's Olivia mooning over Imogen Stubbs' Viola restored my spirits.
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (izzy)
OK, what would you call [Poll #1076480][Poll #1076480]
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (abberline candle)
I've lived at two addresses in Seattle, about a block apart from one another, both handsome old former residential hotels built during the 1920s.

The first one was an ivy-covered building on a cobblestoned side street. The landlady kept vases of fresh flowers on every landing, and each floor's common spaces were painted in a different color theme. On the minus side, the apartments were small and outrageously expensive.

My current building has many attractive qualities, including cutesy '20s and Northwest-themed murals on every floor: the Kalakala plying the Sound, a propeller plane banking by Mt. Rainier, bathers at Alki, etc. The rent's not even all that bad, as Seattle goes.

But it looks like I'm about ready for another move.

Thoughts During a Blackout )

You can gauge my affection for this neighborhood by the fact that I'm now considering a move to a third address about five blocks away. And thanks to [ profile] jmargethe, who's just about to move out of the apartment in question, I know that the place would be a step up from my current digs in pretty much every way.
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Here I was all impressed with myself for biking all the way to Shoreline for MJ's BBQ, the other day, and then reviewing the route on MapQuest I see that it was just ten miles each way. It sure felt like more than that ...

Anyway, I'd do it again for MJ's aunt's cooking.
saavedra77: Back to the byte mines ... (Locas)
What follows is a transcript of some former coworkers and I trying to organize our friend MJ's birthday Happy Hour, via email. Names have been altered, 'cuz, y'know ...

likemarypoppins )

[Three-Day Pause ...]

madplanz )

All Ages

May. 28th, 2007 08:46 pm
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I only managed to get down to Folklife for part of the day on Sunday, and ended up spending most of the afternoon swaying and stomping at the very un-folksy Ska tent with [ profile] sleepwhenimdead and [ profile] sarrabellum. There was actually one fella there in Old School Ska regalia: black suit, black hat with a headrag underneath, white socks, one pant leg rolled up past the ankle. Then there were all these kids in pastels--some of them like junior-high-school age. I love how Ska bridges those generational divides--and convinces all of us that we can actually dance.

I wonder whether Mr. Old School's knees felt any less abused than mine, after the sway and stomp ...


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