the thing itself and not the myth

After what felt like endless weekends of nothing going on (not that I really mind that so much: it gives me time to knit & watch absurd amounts of television) I had two weekends in a row when Stuff Happened. Like so.

Last weekend, knitwear designer Stephen West did a trunk show and a shawl class up at Village Yarn and Tea. I’ve been a fan of his designs for a while, but had yet to tackle one, so I signed up for the class, which was an excellent decision. I learned a few new tips and tricks, but more importantly, I got inspired again. We can all use that from time to time.

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This weekend, as probably all of Seattle knows, the Alaskan Way Viaduct was closed for inspection. They do it twice a year, and while it’s closed, they do public walking tours. That’s how I found myself, shortly after 9 in the morning, donning an orange vest and a hard hat and walking up the Seneca St off ramp. A very odd experience. I wish that we had been able to explore more of the structure, but we did learn a lot in a brief time about safety measures on the Viaduct as well as regarding the process of taking it down and elements of the tunnel option for the waterfront (of which I am still not a fan, for those playing along at home.)

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The whole thing was worth it if only for the chance to get a photo of Seattle’s Ugliest Mural. I saw it every day the three or four months I lived in West Seattle, and I was always horrified. The closer you get, the more terrifying it is.

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Two obligatory walking-up-1st-Avenue photos:

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Later that afternoon, I met up with Puck & their gran to see the live broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion. It was a lot of fun, and I am looking forward to listening next week to see what other Seattle material they can dig up.

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After coffee with them, I went up to the Phinney Neighborhood Center to see Ellis Paul. I feel like I could totally live in Phinney Ridge if I was the sort of person who wanted to have babies and dress them in organic clothing and be annoyed that Seattle’s draconian drinking laws prohibit children in bars. Instead I want no babies and I ride the bus and drink coffee, so I live on Capitol Hill. But going to the neighborhood makes me feel like I’m in some weird parallel universe.

Anyway. The point was Ellis, whom I have seen live a lot. He’s probably rivaling the Paperboys & Peter Mulvey at this point. I try to make a point of going to his shows, even when they’re in weird neighborhoods, because as I said on Facebook, I always feel better about the world afterwards. And no, that’s not a given for a concert. For example, a Richard Shindell show is obviously always worth seeing, but for me that’s because his shows are cathartic. I have yet to attend a Richard show that didn’t make me cry.

At an Ellis show, though, something special always happens in a way that it doesn’t happen for any other artist, or at least not with such regularity. The last time I saw him at PNC, Antje Duvekot opened, but late in the show when he wanted to perform “Conversation with a Ghost”, she was nowhere to be found, so he wound up singing with a member of the audience. One half of a couple, by the way, that drove at least 6 hours to be there. And of course she was amazing.

The next time, in West Seattle, Ellis got a deep back catalog request. He gamely attempted it, but soon it was clear that he didn’t remember the words nearly as well as a fellow in the audience, who he brought up to help out.

Tonight at the half, a family pointed out to him that it was Earth Hour, so he came down into the middle of the hall (which in itself was not uncommon) and did “Let it Be” off mic in the dark. I am not a religious person (which is perhaps the understatement of the century) but times like that are transcendental.

…and that’s all for now, folks. Though poking at my Flickr, it seems I have a backlog of knitting to show you. Perhaps later this week.

Things I still have to post about: movies seen since July, things I did at work this summer, stuff I’ve made.

What I’m going to post about instead: this weekend! Two of my aunts & one of my cousins came over to the coast, which was lovely. Pictures after the jump! (more…)

I’ve been busy over on Confessions of an amateur cineaste, but I haven’t forgotten about this space!

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SIFF did keep me a little busy though. After 13 years I finally decided to try volunteering and the Secret festival, and both were awesome. A++ will volunteer & secret again.

After the festival, I did a load of laundry and went to New York. Pictures from that after the jump. (more…)

Last week, my friend Chris visited from New York. One of the awesome things about having company is that I get to do all of the Seattle things I wouldn’t do otherwise. After the jump probably way too many crappy pictures of Seattle & a few of Portland. (more…)

Something I found irritating:

Something I crocheted:

Something I was given at work:

Something I went to see:

I just deleted over 600 comments in the SpamTrap, so if something from one of you snuck into there, I am sorry. Usually when I clear it out, it’s 3 or 4 comments. So you can see how 600 was a little overwhelming for me. I am not sure what is going on with the Internet this week, but I disapprove! But yay for the trap working, I suppose.

On to the post! I was under the impression that there was oodles of knitting that I had done and not told you about, that I just needed to photograph. The window of time where there’s sunshine in my living room *and* I’m home *and* awake *and* everything isn’t too much of a mess is apparently as easy to find as Brigadoon.

It seems I am on crack, though, because when it came down to it, I just had a lace shawl & a pair of socks. I had to dig out some WIPs to make this worth an actual entry. It lives after the jump. (more…)

Yesterday evening I trekked over to Ballard for a concert. Trekking indeed. It takes an hour to get there from my office. North Seattle Community College is the halfway point, and I finally managed to take a picture of these sweet little houses across the street from the college.

If only Ballard were a little more accessible, I would be very tempted to live there. But then it wouldn’t be Ballard. Also it would be nice if they had a grocery store walkable from the heart of the neighborhood. Though, the QFC is coming back in that condo development, yes?

More after the jump. (more…)

I haven’t been a newspaper reader in a very long time. For the past few years, I only bought a newspaper once a year, when the Seattle International Film Festival schedule came out. I never had strong opinions between the two papers aside from their editorial pages (the Times supported Rossi *twice*). I get my news from the Internet, from local blogs that now have fewer sources to link to.

I might miss the Globe more than I’ll miss the paper. It’s hard to know right now.

So it goes.

And what you all were waiting for, a knitting update! Complete with pictures, after the jump. (more…)

I walked home from the movies one day mostly so I could get a picture of this Obama Lincoln mural…

…and took the opportunity to get pictures of a few other signs too, including these two:

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More February after the jump. (more…)