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found Solstice Parade photos
Jun. 21st, 2010 09:46 amOh my god, how did I forget the fox? I think it was my favorite, even better than the giant spider. Here's one of the curlicue people who gave me my soon-to-be-traditional left-eye injury, too.
Fremont Fair
Jun. 20th, 2010 09:21 ambusing home from farmer's market next to impossible
it takes until about two for the parade to reach Gasworks
it was COLD
multiple huggings by paraders, perhaps due to being in constant state of hug with Wim (see COLD, above)
also dually candle-snuffed by person from really cool white-curlicue-panniers group
Touched by a Noodly Appendage
foot sore
teriyaki from very cheerful proprietor
lucky bus-catch
yay
it takes until about two for the parade to reach Gasworks
it was COLD
multiple huggings by paraders, perhaps due to being in constant state of hug with Wim (see COLD, above)
also dually candle-snuffed by person from really cool white-curlicue-panniers group
Touched by a Noodly Appendage
foot sore
teriyaki from very cheerful proprietor
lucky bus-catch
yay
what scientists will dance to
Mar. 18th, 2010 11:14 pmEvidence suggests that dancing behavior is induced primarily by 80s music. "Billie Jean" was the first big draw, followed immediately by "Dancing Queen" (yes I know 1976). The Eurhythmics were popular, and of course there was the one that caused me to leap up, rip off my sweater, and run to the floor: "99 Luftballons"! The Germans and I sang along.
What-were-they-thinking selections included Journey (air guitar was observed, dancing less so), Bruce Springsteen, and a raft of new stuff I didn't know or much like. The winner of this category was Suzanne Vega (yay) with "Luka" (a song about child abuse wtf).
I had a good time, even on post-cross-country-skiing knees, but I still think Wim's Lascivious Science Dancers would've been an extreme improvement on the weird wedding-DJ people with two Mac laptops, a Dell, and a stick of stage lights.
This should really be "what plant molecular signaling biologists will dance to". Anyone else have further evidence from other accessions?
What-were-they-thinking selections included Journey (air guitar was observed, dancing less so), Bruce Springsteen, and a raft of new stuff I didn't know or much like. The winner of this category was Suzanne Vega (yay) with "Luka" (a song about child abuse wtf).
I had a good time, even on post-cross-country-skiing knees, but I still think Wim's Lascivious Science Dancers would've been an extreme improvement on the weird wedding-DJ people with two Mac laptops, a Dell, and a stick of stage lights.
This should really be "what plant molecular signaling biologists will dance to". Anyone else have further evidence from other accessions?
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Greta Christina and birthday coughing
Feb. 18th, 2010 08:21 pmGreta Christina on atheism and sexuality is kind of my new hero. I'm not atheist, though not at all religious right now, but the enormous wonder she talks about, of how all our different human mental states and all the life and environment around us happen naturally? I feel that, big time. And her ideas about ethics are good and right. (Link is a video but only listening is really useful; her actual talk is about an hour, and I didn't listen to the questions after.)
For my birthday:
Seriously, only one person wants to come to the drag show OR to dinner tomorrow? What are all you Seattle types doing instead?
For my birthday:
- The cold I've had for a week appears to be bronchitis now, judging by the pain and nastiness of chest-based coughing. Still no apparent bacterial infection, so I'm just waiting it out.
- Posts and emails from people, yay!
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forthright wrote me a book! Well, my copy of Numerical Notation: A Comparative History came today, at least. It is awesome.- Lab Tech got me a delicious Odwalla C Monster juice to help smite my illness. SO NICE.
- Family meals are planned later in the weekend.
Seriously, only one person wants to come to the drag show OR to dinner tomorrow? What are all you Seattle types doing instead?
Puyallup Fair 2009: Spotted piglets, Demented American Ladies, a fishing float collection, noisy chickens, no cows?!, and an obligatory elephant ear.
Taxonomic upheaval! http://www.ubcbotanicalgarden.org/potd/2009/09/chamerion_angustifolium_1.php
Coming out in middle school (NYT)
State of self was: weird about food, feeling down. State of self currently: a bit tired and not very social, which is annoying as it's time to welcome new grad students with a BBQ and big party tonight.
Weaving class: Took a class and a half to set up the warp threads, which have to go individually through two different loom parts and be suspended from a variety of confusing rods, but now weaving takes no time at all. So far, I have made an inch or so of tabby, twill, reverse twill, crow's foot and its opposite, and basket weave. Whee! I want to do more weaving than I have weaving homework.
Costs of being gay (NYT)
What I've been doing pretty much all week: I can haz confocal microscope, and it fucking rocks.
Taxonomic upheaval! http://www.ubcbotanicalgarden.org/potd/2009/09/chamerion_angustifolium_1.php
Coming out in middle school (NYT)
State of self was: weird about food, feeling down. State of self currently: a bit tired and not very social, which is annoying as it's time to welcome new grad students with a BBQ and big party tonight.
Weaving class: Took a class and a half to set up the warp threads, which have to go individually through two different loom parts and be suspended from a variety of confusing rods, but now weaving takes no time at all. So far, I have made an inch or so of tabby, twill, reverse twill, crow's foot and its opposite, and basket weave. Whee! I want to do more weaving than I have weaving homework.
Costs of being gay (NYT)
What I've been doing pretty much all week: I can haz confocal microscope, and it fucking rocks.
potluck &c.
May. 31st, 2008 11:12 amTwo weeks ago I was moaning about feeling isolated. Then I did something about it. The potluck with my grad cohort is tonight. (And I don't even have to host it!) Go me.
I've definitely chosen an advisor: the same person I did my undergrad work with. Sadly, the fabulous project we'd talked about last year is being done very thoroughly by our chief competitor at this point. Nonetheless, I think I'm glad to have done a rotation year overall; this latest lab hasn't been quite as educational or exciting, but in winter quarter I think my research skills increased immensely. The benefit of working with someone brilliant is that my advisor already has half a dozen other neat projects in mind, so I'll definitely be able to do something great.
Wim has already yelled at me for agreeing to work during summer quarter instead of taking vacation time like I wanted. But, but, it's research! Maybe I can manage to keep my week between spring and summer quarters open, at least.
Lots of things on the to-do list, trying to stay medicated with anti-cramp drugs so I can do them.
I've definitely chosen an advisor: the same person I did my undergrad work with. Sadly, the fabulous project we'd talked about last year is being done very thoroughly by our chief competitor at this point. Nonetheless, I think I'm glad to have done a rotation year overall; this latest lab hasn't been quite as educational or exciting, but in winter quarter I think my research skills increased immensely. The benefit of working with someone brilliant is that my advisor already has half a dozen other neat projects in mind, so I'll definitely be able to do something great.
Wim has already yelled at me for agreeing to work during summer quarter instead of taking vacation time like I wanted. But, but, it's research! Maybe I can manage to keep my week between spring and summer quarters open, at least.
Lots of things on the to-do list, trying to stay medicated with anti-cramp drugs so I can do them.
healing and waiting
Jul. 25th, 2007 02:19 pmIt turns out that raspberries picked in the rain taste excellent. While I lack a baseline comparison, I think this probably means that they don't lose their flavor as blackberries do, and I tentatively assign responsibility to their translucent finish, which is probably a coat of natural water-repelling wax. However, delicious raspberries picked at the South 47 Farm cost an arm and a freakin' leg.
The party was hectic but good. Everyone seemed to be talking to someone, even the people who didn't know anyone, and I tried to talk to everyone at least a bit. Someone remind me to get paper napkins next time I say I'm having a party, though, okay? This is the second time I've forgotten.
A couple of nights ago I made a bead thing with bees, flowers, and hexagons. (It's too short for a necklace but doesn't want to be longer. It may be a twice-wrapped bracelet at some point.) How long has it been since I felt like making stuff like that? I knit all the time, but that's not as intensively creative because the execution takes so much longer. Vacation seems to be working its magic.
I've started working on my review article; 3K words, advanced undergrad intelligibility level, my final draft due beginning of September. I'm really looking forward to looking at loads of interesting epidermises in the greenhouse. I'm also trying to write a bit more in general following my recent low-output phase, so email is more likely now than in the past month or so.
Today I have an appointment I have to leave for around 4, so not enough time to get really involved in anything. What do you do when waiting for something like that? I'm thinking dishes and/or Katamari, but I want more accomplishment than that and doubt I will get it.
The party was hectic but good. Everyone seemed to be talking to someone, even the people who didn't know anyone, and I tried to talk to everyone at least a bit. Someone remind me to get paper napkins next time I say I'm having a party, though, okay? This is the second time I've forgotten.
A couple of nights ago I made a bead thing with bees, flowers, and hexagons. (It's too short for a necklace but doesn't want to be longer. It may be a twice-wrapped bracelet at some point.) How long has it been since I felt like making stuff like that? I knit all the time, but that's not as intensively creative because the execution takes so much longer. Vacation seems to be working its magic.
I've started working on my review article; 3K words, advanced undergrad intelligibility level, my final draft due beginning of September. I'm really looking forward to looking at loads of interesting epidermises in the greenhouse. I'm also trying to write a bit more in general following my recent low-output phase, so email is more likely now than in the past month or so.
Today I have an appointment I have to leave for around 4, so not enough time to get really involved in anything. What do you do when waiting for something like that? I'm thinking dishes and/or Katamari, but I want more accomplishment than that and doubt I will get it.
climate unease
Jul. 20th, 2007 11:03 amRain, rain, and more rain are forecast for the barbecue I'm having tomorrow. (Mail for invite/directions if you want.) I guess it will be more of a cook-in. Fortunately, we have games.
This soaking rain for days in July is good for all my plants, and it would be a nice novelty if I didn't think we were getting more and more of other people's climates in the last few years. As is, it's a little creepy. Overcast for days in summer, yes; measurable precipitation, wtf?!
I guess I'll find out whether raspberries are leached of flavor by rain the way blackberries are when I try out The South 47 Farm today. Their corn should certainly be fine, and I think blueberries will be too.
This soaking rain for days in July is good for all my plants, and it would be a nice novelty if I didn't think we were getting more and more of other people's climates in the last few years. As is, it's a little creepy. Overcast for days in summer, yes; measurable precipitation, wtf?!
I guess I'll find out whether raspberries are leached of flavor by rain the way blackberries are when I try out The South 47 Farm today. Their corn should certainly be fine, and I think blueberries will be too.
upcoming scheduling
Jun. 28th, 2007 12:05 pmWoeful conflict: We have tickets to Princess Ida at 7:30 on July 19, but EMMA BULL is reading at the U Bookstore at 7! Terribly torn. (Additional factor: Will Shetterly is talking about his book too. This is less good than just Emma Bull would be.)
Would locals be able to make it to my place for a graduation-celebrating cookout on July 21 or 22? Probably it would be bring-your-own-everything, since I am going from undergrad to grad student with no income in between.
Shannon Hale at the U Bookstore for Austenland tonight! I own no Hale and have zero dollars, but I think I'll go see her read anyway.
Would locals be able to make it to my place for a graduation-celebrating cookout on July 21 or 22? Probably it would be bring-your-own-everything, since I am going from undergrad to grad student with no income in between.
Shannon Hale at the U Bookstore for Austenland tonight! I own no Hale and have zero dollars, but I think I'll go see her read anyway.
art weekend
Jan. 8th, 2007 07:29 amSaturday: Wim's birthday. Brunch at the Space Needle's rotating restaurant, which is quite good now, with Wim's dad and his wife. Brunch costs a bit over $40 a plate, but that gets you a (shared) huge lovely appetizer tray including prosciutto, fruit, and crab dip; largish breakfast- or lunch-like entree; and excellent dessert. Also, if you're the birthday boy, you get a bonus dessert, which if you can't have dairy is three flavors of sorbet on a goblet of dry ice with hot water to refresh the vapor when it subsides. The draw is the view, of course, but the service was great and so was the food. Also, barrage of presents.
We went to the symphony on quasi-present-status tickets on Saturday night. I liked the Dvorak piece (Serenade for Strings in E Major, Op. 22) very much, and Elgar's Enigma Variations pretty well. Wim also liked Samuel Barber's Cello Concerto, Op. 22, which had a guest cellist named Mark Kosower, but I disliked the screechily dissonant parts, of which there were many. I can see why it's an interesting thing for a cellist to play, at least, though when I in the audience think the score must read "giant mess goes here" at several points I am not best pleased.
Sunday: Went to the Eric Carle exhibit at the Tacoma Art Museum withrubricity and simonelo. Lots of the original collage artwork from a wide variety of his books, one huge iconic Very Hungry Caterpillar, and a video that was largely inaudible but in places showed him cutting and gluing his handmade tissue papers to form pictures. I liked that they had lots of his children's books in one area, since there were many I had never seen.
The next exhibit in the museum was of pictures telling a story, which was neat because they'd provided a book for visitors to write what they thought the story was for any of them, and previous stories were posted by the paintings. One ninth-grade boy really appeared to have read the Gor books recently, eek.
Trimpin's Conloninpurple was neat but the participatory part didn't seem to be working. We also all agreed that it would have been nice if some parts of the museum had not been able to hear the nifty clunking tunes.
My favorite part of the whole museum was actually the exhibit of Aminah Brenda Lynn Robinson's Symphonic Poem, which had a huge variety of media used to illustrate her childhood and her travels -- many huge, bumpy quilts laid out on tables and embellished with thousands of buttons and embroidery floss used six-stranded; a chair that she'd built up over years that they had to knock out her door frame to get out of the house; paint-and-fabric collage portraits; tall wooden organ-pipes painted all over, with music placed inside in some way I couldn't see, and crowned with wrought iron; musical scores written in playable but highly eccentric scripts. The best part was the plainer drawings. Some of them were pretty straightforward, nothing out of the ordinary for good drawings, but some of them were larger-than-life ink paintings of people from her neighborhood, beautiful black women and men with big bony hands and feet, and those were amazing. No one seems to have pictures of them on the web; I can only find highly colored ones and it was the shape of the lines that I liked so much.
We went to the symphony on quasi-present-status tickets on Saturday night. I liked the Dvorak piece (Serenade for Strings in E Major, Op. 22) very much, and Elgar's Enigma Variations pretty well. Wim also liked Samuel Barber's Cello Concerto, Op. 22, which had a guest cellist named Mark Kosower, but I disliked the screechily dissonant parts, of which there were many. I can see why it's an interesting thing for a cellist to play, at least, though when I in the audience think the score must read "giant mess goes here" at several points I am not best pleased.
Sunday: Went to the Eric Carle exhibit at the Tacoma Art Museum with
rubricity and simonelo. Lots of the original collage artwork from a wide variety of his books, one huge iconic Very Hungry Caterpillar, and a video that was largely inaudible but in places showed him cutting and gluing his handmade tissue papers to form pictures. I liked that they had lots of his children's books in one area, since there were many I had never seen.The next exhibit in the museum was of pictures telling a story, which was neat because they'd provided a book for visitors to write what they thought the story was for any of them, and previous stories were posted by the paintings. One ninth-grade boy really appeared to have read the Gor books recently, eek.
Trimpin's Conloninpurple was neat but the participatory part didn't seem to be working. We also all agreed that it would have been nice if some parts of the museum had not been able to hear the nifty clunking tunes.
My favorite part of the whole museum was actually the exhibit of Aminah Brenda Lynn Robinson's Symphonic Poem, which had a huge variety of media used to illustrate her childhood and her travels -- many huge, bumpy quilts laid out on tables and embellished with thousands of buttons and embroidery floss used six-stranded; a chair that she'd built up over years that they had to knock out her door frame to get out of the house; paint-and-fabric collage portraits; tall wooden organ-pipes painted all over, with music placed inside in some way I couldn't see, and crowned with wrought iron; musical scores written in playable but highly eccentric scripts. The best part was the plainer drawings. Some of them were pretty straightforward, nothing out of the ordinary for good drawings, but some of them were larger-than-life ink paintings of people from her neighborhood, beautiful black women and men with big bony hands and feet, and those were amazing. No one seems to have pictures of them on the web; I can only find highly colored ones and it was the shape of the lines that I liked so much.
