Saturday, March 31, 2012

Sorry if my teeth stink ...

Woke up this morning, (not with a wine glass in my hand), day 8 post layoff/midst-freedom/poverty and one day short of April ... and it was snowing out.   I would post the link to the little video I took to prove this, but it won't attach for some reason, and also, I held the Iphone the wrong way, it came out sideways, so you'd have to tilt your head or computer. 

What does this have to do with stinky teeth ?  Nothing.  After filming, I went fishing into my toiletry bag for a hairbrush, and there next to it was my electric toothbrush, the plug still all bound by an elastic ... and it occurred to me that I have not brushed my teeth in 3 days.  

I'm not usually this much of an unspeakable slob, in fact, I'm normally rather extremely anal when it comes to things dental, to the tune of full daily run throughs with my favorite fat, fat floss, so this goes to show the level of depraved decadence a gal can get up to in a single week.

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At present I'm in the tiny country hamlet of Rexford, NY, at my bro's fabtastically retro ranch (located on freaking 2.28 acres - aka SIX full times the size of my entire lot in Maine, which is huge,) hanging out with these two characters: 




Aka 4 year old Ms Samantha and 14 year old elder stateslady Daisy Belle, neither of whom are averse to dressing up.


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Daisy makes it known nonverbally when she's hungry, or at least, extremely covetous of the food you're eating.  She finds no need to bark or nip at you - why be undignified at her age? - instead she fixes you with a most intense, unwavering glare, which you could have handled to a degree, were it not for the fact that she also then places herself not only directly into your line of vision (the way a seagull does when you eat McDonald's in your car), but also directly ie physically in your path, ie as I unthinkingly ate some tasty goulosh standing up in the kitchen while Renee did a quick errand with Sam, and Frank was at work, which meant it was just Daisy and me, the little elderly white fluffball steadily moved herself closer and closer, never breaking eye contact, until we were literally toe to toe.  Picture looking straight down at your own feet to find a small dog staring back with big pleading eyes ...

Yes, so I then of course fed her and gave her a good long petting.


Conversations with Sam, part 1:  'Aim high'.

Me, after watching her carefully arranging various colorful materials over a clothes-making template wooden doll thing:   So, do you want to be a fashion designer when you grow up?

Sam, very, very matter of fact:   No.  I want to be a butterfly fairy princess.

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Conversations with Sam, Part II:

In the back seat of the car on our way back from the Chinese Cultural Center, Sam and I played I Spy, however because it was dark out by the time we left, we opted for the guessing game game, ie 'what number between 1 and 10 am I thinking of?'  'what animal am I thinking of?'  At one point, she asked for a hint, so when it was my turn, I asked her for one.

Sam:  It's a wild animal

Me:  Like in the jungle?

Sam:   Ya.

Me:  Monkey?

Sam:   No.

Me:  Tiger?

Sam:  No.

Me:  Lion?

Sam:  No.

Me:  Polar bear?

Sam:  No.

Me:  Ya gotta give me a hint, Sam.  What letter does it begin with?

Sam:  Y.

Which, when I couldn't think of a single animal, wild or otherwise, that began with the freaking letter Y, Sam advised:

No, wait - it begins with a G!  Not a Y, a G! 

Me:  Um, okay ... a goose ?

Sam:  No!

Me:  A gekko?

Sam:  No!

Me:  I give up!

Sam:  A giraffe !!

Which sent the girl into fits and fits of giggles, after which, mum called for a new game, something called 'the silent car ride', which Sam immediately took to, however it became clear that she still wanted to communicate something to me, because she began mouthing something in my direction, not realizing I am absolutely, utterly hopeless at reading lips and always have been.  Other than Derek Smalls mouthing 'we love you' in Spinal Tap, don't even try. 

My ineptitude at this skill Sam apparently possesses caused her to mouthe the words slower and more insistently, and then as I continued to stare, shrugging apologetically, she continued, with increasing enthusiasm/exacerbation, to the point of augmenting the message she was trying to send with swooping hand gestures, until:

Me:  I can't read lips, Sam!

Sam, turning and shouting:  Mommy, she spoke !  She wasn't supposed to speak and she spoke!


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So okay, on the where-am-I-at as I type this thing end:  overall, I guess it hasn't hit me that I'm unemployed and floating, probably because my bills are paid for the time being, and since I'm away, it all feels like a vacation, but admittedly it is a bit shocking when it hits.  The afternoon I packed up my desk for example, and the whole thing - computer, monitor, printer, keyboard, phone, all my case files - swiftly taken away by the postman, and the desk I'd inhabited full time for two and a half years was now entirely empty except for a few stray paperclips - wow, that definitely felt was a bit of a shock.  Doesn't seem to matter that you knew it was coming from a long while back, in fact - I think I've known I'm being canned for maybe 15 months now - it was still a bit on the jarring side.  Oh well.  All part of the ride, I guess.

Of course I can't know at this point if this taking time off business will prove perhaps a grave mistake when it comes time to slogging it out job hunting, but I do know that it's always a slog - no matter if I have 'connections' or experience or what - looking for work has always, always sucked, period.  So I guess I flippantly figure, what difference will a few months off make?  And on the other end, I will at least have had this amazing kickarse opportunity/adventure to visit folks and spend all that time in those two cities I love.  On my deathbed, will I fret that I didn't jump right into the job hunt?  Okay, if I lose my house, ya, maybe, but I'm thinking I would wait tables at Denny's long before I let that fucking happen - especially after all the work and cash I've put into upgrading the place!!!

Time'll tell, obviously.  I'm gonna try not to worry about it in the meantime.  Life be so, so short.










  

Monday, March 26, 2012

Welcome to the land of the uninsured ...

Yes, two days after I officially no longer have health insurance, I of course need to see a doctor, so take myself to the local ER ...



Where I'm lucky to wait only an hour before I'm placed in this room:



Containing this rather creepy drawer:


Tongue blades ... ???

Before I'm finally seen by a very, very rushed ER doc who examines me literally before I have the chance to tell her what's wrong.

Well, there's some black there ...

Ya, it's the stitches.  I just had a cyst removed on Thursday. 

Stiches ?

Ya.  Two of them.  Because of the cyst.

Oh.

After she snips and removes one of my brand new dissolvable stitches ... and boy did that fucking hurt ... all is well.  No infection, and the whole thing only cost me a hundred and fifty bucks ...






In keeping with 'Stay Hungry' and 'travel' themes ... and I know nobody reading this cares, but they remain to this day one of my all time favorite bands ... here is a helmet-cam youtube thing taken by someone riding a bike through Paris, set to the damn-it's-still-so-great (but then everything they did then was great) 1978 Talking Heads tune ... Stay Hungry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoCcxQB5U5U




Sunday, March 25, 2012

Stay hungry.  Stay foolish.

It's Leg One of my post-employed existence, and I'm in Boston for the next 5 days.  Not that I have any real interest in the guy, but this morning I'm reading Steve Jobs' biography (which Maryann's millionaire boss was given, had no interest in, and gave to her.) (For some reason people were constantly sending him free shit).  And while I'd heard Bill Maher mention after Jobs died that he'd been a hippie, etc., I guess I didn't realize to what extent he had been, at least his early/mid 70's self.  Lived in India for 7 months?  Rarely bathed and didn't believe in deodorant?  Not just a vegetarian but constantly experimented with fasts (sometimes as long as a week) and extreme diets (eating only apples and carrots until he turned a slight orange tinge, literally).  Meditated, had gurus and swamis.  Worked at a farm-commune.  Walked around carrying a copy of Be Here Now.  Developed a deep belief in intuition vs intellect, which he continued to tout til his death, as he did LSD.  (Ha!  I just mistakenly typed 'LDS' - Latter Day Saints.)

So unsurprisingly he becomes a devotee of the Whole Earth Catalog.  Quoting Jobs: "On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road.  The kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous.  Beneath it were the words 'Stay Hungry.  Stay Foolish'."

Which struck me pretty hard just now.  There's a lot of wisdom, and beauty in that.  It's just a matter of getting ourselves off the treadmill of mundanities, mentally and otherwise.  Ie., we are all gonna die, man, and sometimes we need a reminder of that.  We just do.  More than sometimes.

What it's essentially saying is, stay young.  What a tragedy and a waste the way the world is set up, that it forces us to lose sight and lose touch with life and living and risk taking, because of the need to be focused on paying the goddamn rent, continually turning over that precious, ever fleeting thing - time - to 'the man'.  Damn.

I will try to bear this in mind in the coming weeks, how fortunate I am to act as a bit of an explorer for a while, on my own with no set agenda. 



Friday, March 23, 2012


Proof that it's my last day ...





Thursday, March 22, 2012


Well, hard to believe but tomorrow is my last day in corporate-land.  I spent today tidying things up, and doing stuff like going out and buying boxes and packing tape ($64!) because my employer completely blew it and didn't send any in time, then boxing up (x8) my entire caseload (115 files), dragging them up the stairs and arranging, after much idiotic struggle (that for once wasn't my fault), to have it shipped off.  At 1pm the UPS man promptly took it all away - my entire livelihood.  Tomorrow I'll unhook the work computer, monitor, printer and phone, and somehow stuff it all into 2 enormously oversized boxes (with supersized bubble wrap the size of mag wheels) that they did manage to send.  And then .. nothing! 

Ie:  I have no job whatever on the horizon. 

(Is it nuts that I did this on purpose?) 

(Hopefully that will not prove to be the case.) 

(Oddly, I don't even really care.) 

Okay, even typing that last sentence feels like tempting fate, but in all honestly ... I actually don't care.  I'll pick something up, somewhere, at some point after I get back.  Maybe in insurance, maybe not.  Yes, I'm hugely ambitious.  (An attitude mum would want to strangle me for.)  But shit, how can you get excited about insurance ?  Thankfully my compensation package - for once! - is generous.  And the nice (and amazing) thing is, The Trip is already entirely paid for - housing and flight - I only need buy food and subway fare - and I haven't even dipped into the package.  Goes without saying that I'm incredibly fortunate to be able to do this.

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Inspiration comes from odd, unexpected places.  For me in a way, the roots of my itchy feet came not only from feeling my 'middle age' - the realization struck me especially hard last fall that I've been in Maine, and in insurance, since the tender age of 24 - essentially half my life - and in some ways I stopped moving at that point (being surrounded full time by middle aged housewives didn't help) - but also - bear with me, inspiration came also from a chance viewing of a weird NYC arty/idie film called Shortbus, which contained every type of oddball, wackjob creative type and over the top NYC 'performance artist' and drag queen and non-equity actor and little folky Ani DiFranco-worshipping cute blonde gayboy singer you could pack into one film.  And it has a sing-along ending.  And then you find out all these people are friends in real life, and they go, some of them, on amazing roadtrips together scouting out Ford Pintos and national parks and throwing outdoor daytime DJ parties playing old music (no actual 'disco') and write wonderful, funny blogs documenting it all.  And then inadvertently through Shortbus I discovered Transamerica, which it turns out is just a total treasure - a beautifully told, totally original, really funny and emotional and sweet road movie featuring - okay? - what is supposed to be a 40-something, unattractive woman and her traveling companion - a startlingly beautiful 17 year old hustler boy.  How exactly am I not supposed to like that?

Anyway, because of all of this, I originally became smitten with the idea of visiting NYC, since I've never been, and doing stuff like checking out Central Park (frigging 843 acres and full of museums and historic fountains ...



... and statues and stuff like the Strawberry Fields mosaic), as well as Dylan's old haunts, such as the Cafe Wha (still exists!), and the corner of Jones and West 4th,(where the Freewheelin' cover photo was taken.) 



And how about the fact that Woody Allen and his jazz band play every Monday night at the Carlyle Hotel?  Stuff like that.  After, I was gonna drive south to New Orleans (because I'm curious, and oh god, all the little shotgun houses), and check out places like Asheville and Charleston and Savannah along the way.  I was even looking into hostels - that's hostels, not hotels - in addition to potential couch surfing stuff.  But something about the combination of my ass and all that solo driving, plus the fact that my car has 140,000 miles on it, plus the fact that I expected to be laid off in January - damn cold in NY then - made me change course.

Okay, in truth, and call me a lunatic, but Dan Savage sort of made me change course (as only gay men seem to be able to do.)  I was going to be on the west coast anyway ...

I've never actually lost my love for Seattle, mind you, it was just on hiatus, and of course, like with San Francisco, once I started checking it out again, I wanted to go really, really bad.  Funnily, I was initially gonna do just LA and Seattle, then thought, hell, San Fran is midway between, so ...

I briefly entertained a visit to Portland, Oregon, if only to check out Powell's Books (their answer to Seattle's Elliot Bay Books), all 1.6 acres of it (literally) (just read that they buy 3000 used books a day), but finally said screw it, and went with the safer bets.

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So there.  My job's ending - today I, in fact, received my very last paycheck - I own a home and owe a mortgage, the economy blows, I'll be 47 in a few weeks which sucks for any number of reasons, the least of which being that I will likely and for the first time face age discrimination in my job hunt ... and I'm sitting here, smiling.  Yes, naive.  Blissfully, stupidly unaware of what is to come, of the financial miseries that may befall me, but once again, I just don't damned care.  Life's way damned short, dammit.



Wednesday, March 21, 2012



Appropriately enough, because I'm going to try to restrict entries in this blog to topics actually related in some way to my upcoming Trip (and then when on it, of course, the trip itself), I just finished watching a show called ... The Trip. 



(Okay, so this entry is not about My Trip but about travel, sort of.)  This show is so damned bizarre and over the top quirky; just a completely nutty 6 episode British show from 2010, about two I guess well known (over there) comic actors playing themselves, who go on a road trip in order to review upscale restaurants in the north of England.  Along the way, they continually engage is the most indescribably insane chatter, and generally try to annoy and outdo each other in things like who does the best impression of Michael Caine:

Come on - watch it ! - I guarantee you will laugh:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFIQIpC5_wY

When Michael Caine speaks loudly, he gets very loud.  Indeed.  Except when he does the broken voice.

One of my favorite scenes was nowhere to be found on youtube, so I did a rough homemade version just now.  Sorry, the sound is a bit low - just turn up yer speakers.  This one's about perusing life's bigger questions:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhCkGkjnLxs&feature=youtu.be

Btw do not confuse this show with the below, starring Peter Fonda and in psychedelic color:


 



Had I done a better job of planning this post latest-corporate-layoff travel extravagonzo, I would have included a stop at the atheism bash Reason Rally which is happening the next day, Sat March 24th, down in DC, and is to feature the brilliant and truly fabulous Tim Minchin:



As well as effing Richard Dawkins and Bill Maher, among many others.

Here is Dawkins in today's Washington Post on the sad fact that such an event might even be needed, ie 'How have we come to the point where reason needs a rally to defend it?'  Great question ...

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/guest-voices/post/who-would-rally-against-reason/2012/03/21/gIQAG5JxRS_blog.html





Why is Twitter such a HOOT? 

twitter.com/#!/velvetbabe_

Like my new Iphone gadget thing, I'm finding it mildly addictive.  Never would've thought, as I've greatly bemoaned shortening attention spans and such.  Oh well, if a super smart dude like Stephen Fry can be into it, so can I.

One slight annoyance is that I can't post the link to my account in any way that makes it clickable.  Why?  Because some Turkish model-y type chick-lette has stolen the name VelvetBabe out from under me.  Gal has an English name for her account, but all her tweets are in her native language, so why have an English name, then, girly?  I was forced, yes it's true, to therefore add that underscore to the end of the name, and because of that, and the fact that all clickable links are underlined, the url doesn't acknowledge the underscore - it disappears, and instead takes you to her account and not mine.  So all of the many dozens of people who want to 'follow' me must cut and paste the above into their address bar.  First world problems, yes.

I set up a Facebook account some time ago and found I really dislike it.  All the crap coming at you - all the come ons and friend of a friend of a friend things up and down either side of the page - all so noisy and imo user way-unfriendly.  Hard to believe people are so obssessed with it.  Myspace is actually much better organized and less noisy and stupid - figures it would have lost out in the social networking wars to facebook's massively deep pockets.  Also, how annoying is facebook that when they ask you things like who your heroes are, you can't actually put anyone in the list who isn't famous and therefore potentially marketable to/from.  Did you know that?  Ie I tried inputting movie character Curt Wild ...  


... several times and it kept trying to input ex-Red Sox pitcher (and republican jerk) Curt Schilling.  After numerous attempts I could not enter the name I wanted, and then realized - wow - so this is how it works - it's because they can't sell me anything if I enter an obscure movie character from a semi-cult film.  Total turnoff.  Twitter by contrast has absolutely zero BS - short, quick, to the point, and no ads coming at you.  Totally refreshing.  Plus, it's just so damned neat to 1) be able to check in on people like Tim Minchin to see what in hell they might be into at a given moment, and 2) be able to snap a random, spur of da moment photo whilst walking down the street, and instantly send it from your position on the street to your Twitter/Instagram account, which will of course come in mighty handy on My Trip.  Much as I'm a technophobe, this is slightly damned miraculous.





Monday, March 19, 2012

Well, whee hee, this week I've sort of joined the modern-ish age and purchased an Iphone (and wicked cute case!)


which I'm slightly in love with.  It's even got freaking 'Siri' (slightly annoying that it's a female voice - I want Peter O'Toole's voice, dammit).  Verizon not only gave me 30 bucks credit towards the purchase of any new phone (seeing as my plan was ending on 3/27) but an additional 30 dollars just for trading in my old flip phone, which was probably worth less than 3 cents on the current market.  Said flip phone was my 4th in the last 2 yrs - I kid you not. 

First one I tucked into my jeans pocket and then did the wash.  Pulled clothing out of the machine and heard a 'clunk', looked down, and there was my phone on the bottom of the tub, shiny clean and full of water.  No - I tried - there was no way to dry it out - (short of leaving it in a bowl of rice, per the Verizon technician) - twas totally cooked.  So I replaced it with something similar.

Second phone I had sticking out of my back pocket whilst visiting glorious downtown Old Orchard Beach last summer.  (That's one handy thing with flippers - they can be slid over a pocket so that they cling to the material, right?  No need for a clip.)  So I naturally forgot the blasted thing was there and slid myself into the car seat, only to feel immediate resistance, and to hear yet another ominous clunk.  I looked down, and there was the top half of the phone lying in the street, the bottom half still being inside my rear pocket.  And, no, there was no way to join the two severed halves up - believe me, I tried.  To make matters worse, I was heading to Vermont on vacation in a few days and had to scramble and go buy a

Third - a temporary cheapy pay-as-you-go-phone, just for the trip.  (That's the problem with these new found gadgets - they make themselves indi-freaking-spensible).  So after returning, I then had to go out and buy a

FOURTH phone - a real one this time, ie non pay as you go (because that system is not only expensive, but highly annoying).  Okay?  So let's say a prayer that my pricey little Iphone does not suffer the same idiot fate.

At 60 bucks off, though, I could not resist.  And now I find myself snapping too damned many random spur of the moment photos (including stuff like car accidents) and posting them to, yes, Twitter, and lovely little Instagram:

http://web.stagram.com/n/velvetbabe/

The latter of which feeds to the former, I just found out this morning, and has a rather fetching and groovie retro logo:





This stuff will come in mighty handy on My Trip.  Just have to make sure my brain isn't completely taken over with it a la crack, ie 'oh, that would make a great shot!!' every three damned seconds.









Friday, March 9, 2012




So it's Friday March 9th, exactly 52 days til I arrive in Los Angeles, the home of my oldest pal, Christopher:


















Here seen on his yacht in Hawaii because he's so elite.

Christopher's last email to me was a forward about William Shatner appearing live and in person at the Pantages. 

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/culturemonster/2012/01/william-shatner-bringing-one-man-show-to-pantages-in-march.html

Sadly, this event preceded my trip.

While in LA (little does Chris know), I hope to visit the Architecture and Design Museum: 













which features interesting looking exhibits like this: 


















and this:
















Which, from what I can gather, is some sort of "green" building.  The caption reads:  "Never has hot water been this cheap!"  Unclear what exactly that means, but it looks interesting ...

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Anyway, we may also visit the Hearst Castle:





And Venice Beach:











Um ...





Er ... here it is !



(No, I was not being cute.  The first two Venice Beach photos above were amongst those that popped up in the google VB images search.)

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And visit old movie theaters that look like this:



And maybe this:





(I mean, seriously.  Could they not ask the owner of that ugly white SUV to move his flippin' vehicle (meant both ways) before taking the picture???  Sort of ruins the impact?)


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Pasadena is the home of many a Craftsman style bungalow home - maybe my favorite style of architecture, and I just learned now that the annual Bungalow Heaven Home Tour is taking place there the day I land:

http://www.bungalowheaven.org/annual-home-tour/general-information/



Which maybe sounds great, right?  But I will have been flying for 6 hours, and while I land at around 10:30am local time, knowing how much I positively loathe and despise the nightmare that is flying, I'm guessing I'm going to be in no mood to go on a several hour walking tour, and driving god knows how long (in LA traffic) to get to Pasadena from LAX.  Dagblammit.  Dagblammit.

But anyway, at some point we will visit the town as I hear it's groovie.


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While in LA perhaps I will run into this fine man, otherwise known as lovely Scottish actor (and recent LA immigrant) Ewan McGregor ... looking stunningly rugged in full beard and Beemer ...



... nail bitingly scrumptious in a '65 Stang:




... or hangin' out dressed like Mad Men:




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On May 6th I leave LA and fly up to good ol' San Francisco, where I reside til the 19th here:

http://www.vrbo.com/321496





Dining


On Eureka Street in the Castro neighborhood, 3 blocks from the Castro Theatre itself:



Now featuring Wizard of Oz singalongs:

http://www.castrotheatre.com/p-list.html#mar23

SPECIAL EVENT SING-ALONG THE WIZARD OF OZ Fri 23 7:00 only; all other dates 2:30 & 7:00

For those of you not yet converted, Sing-Along to The Wizard of Oz is a screening of the classic MGM musical in glorious Technicolor, complete with subtitles so that the whole audience can sing along!  In addition to belting out the tunes, goody bags will be handed out to everyone and audience members can add to the fun by dressing up as a favorite character for the costume contest!



Gotta love them gayboys ...


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While in San Fran, where I have not been in eleven years, I intend to walk across the glorious Golden Gate Bridge:



And visit what is among my favorite spots in the whole wide world, Coit Tower:



Because of the flipping views:



However this time, will refrain from taking the famous Filbert Steps:


Because walking down them back in 2001, when I was 11 whole years younger than my present tender age, nearly ruined my knees fer good.  Wanna know why?  Read the link.  It turns out Filbert Street is the second steepest navigable street in the Western Hemisphere. Ya got me?


So while I'm not walking on the street itself, this does give you some idea that even by San Francisco standards, it's a way, way, WAY steep slope. 

Hee.  It says there is a parking meter located along the stairs.  Hee.

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Coit Tower and the Filbert Steps are both located on Telegraph Hill, home to:

 

Which, when I last walked down these steps, some of whom flew by.  Seriously.  I looked up, and there were these huge colorful exotic birds suddenly.  Only in San Fran.

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While in CA, I may visit two places north of San Fran, one being the lovely redwood-y town of Mill Valley, perhaps to visit this:

http://www.millvalleychickens.com/



Yes, it actually says "chickens ... classes ... coops".  They have educated chickens in Mill Valley.

I may also revisit the public library ...



... which is extraordinarily lovely and woody and actually has a huge back deck overlooking redwoods to the point where there's a hole cut into the deck in order to accommodate a redwood.  We don't have these things in Boston. 

Nor a whole lotta people who look like this: 



Yes.  This is an actual Mill Valley resident.

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If possible the other north-of-San Fran place I'd also like to revisit is San Rafael, because it's got a pretty neat little downtown and is/was the Grateful Dead's actual headquarters.



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On May 19th, I fly up to lovely Seattle, the home of grunge ...





and the glorious Space Needle (celebrating it's 50th year), where, when I last visited, I spent so much in the gift shop they literally gave me a free hat ...



Seattle also has the added bonus, totally unbeknownst to me until I first visited there, of being positively crammed full of Craftsman styles homes. 

http://www.seattlepowersearch.com/classic-seattle-craftsman-house/















Turns out I am just missing (by two days) a tour of this place, put on by Historic Seattle:

Stimson-Green Mansion / Photo: Lawrence Kreisman

https://www.historicseattle.org/events/eventdetail.aspx?id=518

Sniff ...



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In Seattle I'm staying here:


Seattle apartment rental - Stylish furnishings

Seattle apartment rental - Outdoor living room

Yes, this is actually 'my' deck - reserved solely for and accessible only from the apartment I'm renting in this glorious mid century ugly-beauty:

Seattle apartment rental - The Harrison Modern - Mid-Century Architecture

Otherwise known as the Harrison Modern.

http://harrisonmodern.com/


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The apartment is located in the Capital Hill neighbhorhood, just .60 easily walkable miles from the landmark, truly fabulous Elliott Bay Bookstore.

http://www.elliottbaybook.com/





(Could it look any more Seattle ??)

Founded in 1973 and home to over 150,000 new and used books as well as a cafe downstairs:

http://elliottbaycafe.com/



Which is around the corner from the flagship Cupcake Royale:




Seattle's first cupcake bakery and cafe and featuring something intriguing.  

The Chocolate Coconut Bunny:




All their cupcakes are made from scratch daily.  To wit:

"Our flour comes from a handful of wheat farmers in Eastern Washington who mill it especially for our needs.  Our dairy is local and growth hormone free.  Our eggs are cage-free organic.  Even our sweet pink boxes are printed locally with soy-based inks and are compostable."

Again, is that Seattle enough for ya?

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The rental apartment is located midway between Broadway and 12th Street, 4 blocks from this:




Not brewing - "sourcing, roasting and preparing the finest coffees" since 2000 in this "1920's auto row building".  Which is basically next door to:



http://www.seattle-eats.com/coastalkitchen/aboutck/



Which is down the block from:




"Remedy Teas featuring more than 150 organic teas specializing in signature artisan blends.  We love tea and love sharing it with you — we source, blend, sell and serve specialty teas from across the globe."

Nobody brews in Seattle.  You source.

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Also in the neighborhood is the Landmark Egyptian theater, a single screen beauty built in 1915 and featuring a "wide array of independent film, foreign language cinema, documentaries and restored classics".



And the Harvard Exit Theatre, built in 1925, which plays indie and foreign films.



On the same Street as the Egyptian (E Pine), is Bauhaus Books & Coffee. 

Bauhaus Books And Coffee


"Since bauhaus opened in 1993, it's been the spot to bring a book and tune out over a cup of coffee--and more recently, tune in over your wi-fi laptop.  Big windows offer spectacular views of the Space Needle as well as the neighborhood foot traffic.  Sip great espresso, coffee, tea and more, or nibble on scones, croissants, doughnuts or ding dongs."

No sourcing here.

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Up one block on Melrose and E Olive is something called Faire Gallery Cafe Bar.

http://www.fairegallerycafe.com/

On it's desert menu, I kid you not, is:
Nutella Croissant, $3



Faire Mission Statement

Faire has regular art exhibits, music shows, performance art/drama, and poetry readings.  Faire serves as a vessel for the arts to commence where the community is also involved with the artistic experience.  It is vitally important for artists of different disciplines to use the same space.  It not only creates artistic camaraderie, but inspires cross-disciplinary projects.  The unique service Faire provides is that of being an artist gallery and lounge in one, just like Gertrude Stein provided a space for the dadaists to experiment with their ideas in Paris.

Faire is a french verb.  It means “to make.”  This verb is what Faire Gallery CafĂ© is about — making art, friends, and connections.  Even though literally faire means “to make,” in french it is an everything verb.

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If Elliott Bay books isn't enough, 3 blocks west of Broaday is Half Price Books.

http://www.hpb.com/079.html

 



Which looks very Seattle-y indeed.

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Then there is always the matter of a tattoo ...



http://www.luckydeviltattooparlor.com/

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Heading north, still in Capital Hill, is historic 40 acre Volunteer Park.  Named in honor of those who served in the Spanish-American war, featuring the Seattle Conservatory.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volunteer_Park_(Seattle)



And the Seattle Asian Art Museum



As well as this hideous mistake that someone decided was a good idea to stick in the middle of a lovely historic city park:

 

Isamu Noguchi's 1969 sculpture called "The Black Sun" (locally known as "The Donut").  Ya, okay, you can see the Space Needle through it.  So what.  You pretty much can't go anywhere in Seattle without seeing the Space Needle.  I'm amazed to read just now that this dude worked with both George Nelson and Charles Eames "to produce a catalog containing what is often considered to be the most influential body of modern furniture ever produced, including the iconic Noguchi table":



Which ya, is pretty mid century mod and therefore cool (but what's with the glass top??) ... so why put this hideous oversized black donut in the park instead of something mod and groovie?  Dang.

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Just outside the park is the Volunteer Park Cafe & Marketplace.

http://www.alwaysfreshgoodness.com/



Which according to:

http://www.bringfido.com/restaurant/3336/

Yes, that's 'bringfido.com' - a website devoted to pet-friendly travel - "has a friendly, communal feel with plenty of dogs and their owners lounging on the front patio with a tall cup a joe."

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Just north of Volunteer Park is Lakeview Cemetary.

http://www.lakeviewcemeteryassociation.com/





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Northwest of Capital Hill overlooking Lake Union



is Gasworks Park:




Which is such a fascinating and oddly beautiful structure and has such an interesting, only-in-Seattle history.  Check out the 3 minute video here for the whole story:

http://vimeo.com/2168824

This location was an industrial site - a coal powered gas plant complete with belching smokestacks - til 1956 when it was abandoned and turned into a dump which was a huge eyesore for nearly 20 years until somebody decided to turn it into a public park (19 acres - plenty o' room for kite flyin' and dog walkin').  This was the first time in history that an industrial site was converted into a park without complete demolition of the original industrial structure.  The day I last visited here it was sunset, exactly like in the picture, and the rays of sun on the rusting old structure were just so oddly lovely.
 
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Another place I shall revisit is glorious Easy Street Records.



http://easystreetonline.com/

Indie record store extraordinaire since 1988 with two locations:



Queen Anne Store

The former of which has a 'cafe' ...

http://easystreetonline.com/cafe

... actually a full fledged, really good restaurant overlooking the town square and featuring a large, mostly glass garage door, and menu items such as:

The Salad Of John And Yoko — $7.25
Mixed greens with veggie bacon, avocado, red onions, olives, and tomatoes. Served with your choice of dressing and toast.

Bennie And The Jets — $7.95
Poached eggs and ham on a toasted English muffin covered in our house hollandaise sauce. Served with hash browns.

Hall And Oates — $4.75
A cup of oatmeal and side of fruit served with 2 strips of bacon and 1 slice of toast.

Green Day Salad — $7.25
A spinach salad tossed with kalamata olives, tomatoes, mushrooms, red onions and feta in our house vinaigrette. Served with toast.

Culture Club — $8.25
Our biggest sandwich by far! Turkey, ham, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, cheddar, and Easysauce on 3 slices of wheat. Served with fresh cut fries.

Lou Reed Reuben — $8.25
Corned beef, sauerkraut, swiss cheese, and Easysauce on rye bread. Served with our fresh cut fries.

Snoop Dogg — $4.95
Kosher dog with chopped onions, sauerkraut, and relish or veggie dog w/ chips.

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West Seattle is the home of Alki Beach and walkways with the best views of Seattle.





As well as things like 135 acre Lincoln Park



Which overlooks Puget Sound itself.



West Seattle also contains one of the other Cupcake Royales:



Which for some reason has in it's neon sign the image of a super 8 camera.  I mean, how unbelievably cool is THAT??

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One of the coolest things about Seattle is that it's surrounded by water and has these lovely things called ferries.



which are an absolute blast and which take you to places like West Seattle, Bainbridge and Vashon Islands as well as Victoria and Vancouver islands. 


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While in town, perhaps I will encounter Seattle resident and Stranger editor Mr Dan Savage, who co-founded the It Gets Better project, and with whom lately I have become a teensy bit obssessed.



Not helping my obssession is that I recently found out he's done several radio pieces for NPR's This American Life, of which I am a giant fan.  Below is a photo of Dan with TAL's uber-dork host and creator (and all around nice guy, and straight guy), Ira Glass.





http://www.thisamericanlife.org/play_full.php?play=32&act=1

(If you have 18 little minutes to spare, click on the above, which is the brilliant and hilarious bit of gonzo journalism in which Dan actually "signs up as a Republican Party member and ends up a delegate to the Republican convention" where he continually attempts to introduce anti-homophobia into the platform.)

Or check out this TAL video clip.  Fantastic stuff:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADDo5PT_ToI

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SO ANYWAY ... THERE YOU HAVE IT.  A little pre-trip blog.  When Out West,  I intend obviously to add photos and films I take to document stuff a bit, because when am I going to get the opportunity again to do something this patently nuts?