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That was a wonderful and relaxing weekend.
The Liz Carroll/John Doyle concert was every bit as wonderful as expected, then some. In a low key way they were reasuringly partisan. Liz Carroll reaffirmed her place as my favorite fiddler, and Doyle has a lovely voice (and charming laugh lines - I drew them both since I was sitting front row). We estimate about half the audience were musicians, including two front rows of B'ham/Mt Vernon players.
Staying with Trik was nice, though next time I'll brave the random roomies and seize the couch. I had fun dinking around with bafflingly complex cake making and flirting with his posters...yeah, that makes more sense than it looks like, really!
In Good Ol' Oly-O I spent a lovely day wandering about with Mom. In Popinjay we discovered a throw pillow that was covered in a kind of silky red shag. I held it up and said "Mom! They killed ELMO!"
Right in front of the Popinjay lady. She had to grin.
After stopping at the new Batdorf & Bronson to purchase some excellent Oly brew, we mosied on to Drees. For those who don't know Oly, Drees is the totally upper-end gift shop. Even if you don't like their style, it's gorgeous. It eminates class. Upon entering, Mom and I noticed the pillow at the same time, but I tripped on my tongue so mom got it out first....
"Oh my God! They got OSCAR!"
Who was standing there? Yup - the Drees Lady. Oooh, we were good.
Anyway, since you can't go down from there, I grabbed one of the pillows, held it up to the drees lady, and said "Do you KNOW how many muppets are killed to make one of these?"
So, after that, much cooking, B-day for Doozer, christmas wish list making (Daddy dearest helpfully wrote 'Johnny Depp' on mine), and movie watching. Other than reaching a decision or two and mending my pants I can't say I got much done, but it was a nice break. For the next three days I shall immerse myself in web design homework, though I might manage to come down at the tag end of BSoC tomorrow. I've been lax - the world internvenes.
On the bus ride back up I was treated to one of the most vile displays of rudness, impatience, and racism that I've ever seen. The driver browbeat a very confused and stressed older Asian lady sitting in front of me, apparently about some trivial thing (her bag was taking up a seat or something) without ever producing a coherent request or explanation - yes, not even coherent to the english-speaking listeners. the woman very clearly couldn't understand him, having very limited english. I was sitting behind her, stood up, and tried more calmly to see what in hell he wanted, and point out that her bag was checked, and that he should be patient. Total brush off. He continued to threaten to kick the poor woman off the bus and insult and humiliate her (of course she was a bit strident to - wouldn't you be?). After we started moving the driver actually called ME to the front of the bus (YES, just like in school) and told me that he knew his job, thanks, and I could butt out. I told him patience would help him communicate instead of shouting. He told me he didn't need my help. I told him he was inexcusably rude, and sat back down. Happily, the service desk at Seattle is right on your way in, and I had a whole hour. The seattle station supervisor and his home supervisor should have my number and report by tomorrow.
You'd think this'd really kill my evening, but to the contrary. I have a fairly satisfied feeling for actually standing up to the guy, but more so, through that one vile incident I met Lauren, a greener-grad doing enviro/social work, two different students named Dan, an unnamed woman who sat next to the asian lady and was kind, appaled, and reasuring, and a very sweet/fun couple from LA (now mount vernon, talk about a move!) who commiserated and helped me with a place in line after the long customer service thing. Now, I still feel really bad for the poor lady, but because of this ONE moron I ended up meeting not one but SIX really lovely people who were compasionate and open to complete strangers. Now, after the depressing election, I can't help but be heartened by that rather beautiful ratio.
The Liz Carroll/John Doyle concert was every bit as wonderful as expected, then some. In a low key way they were reasuringly partisan. Liz Carroll reaffirmed her place as my favorite fiddler, and Doyle has a lovely voice (and charming laugh lines - I drew them both since I was sitting front row). We estimate about half the audience were musicians, including two front rows of B'ham/Mt Vernon players.
Staying with Trik was nice, though next time I'll brave the random roomies and seize the couch. I had fun dinking around with bafflingly complex cake making and flirting with his posters...yeah, that makes more sense than it looks like, really!
In Good Ol' Oly-O I spent a lovely day wandering about with Mom. In Popinjay we discovered a throw pillow that was covered in a kind of silky red shag. I held it up and said "Mom! They killed ELMO!"
Right in front of the Popinjay lady. She had to grin.
After stopping at the new Batdorf & Bronson to purchase some excellent Oly brew, we mosied on to Drees. For those who don't know Oly, Drees is the totally upper-end gift shop. Even if you don't like their style, it's gorgeous. It eminates class. Upon entering, Mom and I noticed the pillow at the same time, but I tripped on my tongue so mom got it out first....
"Oh my God! They got OSCAR!"
Who was standing there? Yup - the Drees Lady. Oooh, we were good.
Anyway, since you can't go down from there, I grabbed one of the pillows, held it up to the drees lady, and said "Do you KNOW how many muppets are killed to make one of these?"
So, after that, much cooking, B-day for Doozer, christmas wish list making (Daddy dearest helpfully wrote 'Johnny Depp' on mine), and movie watching. Other than reaching a decision or two and mending my pants I can't say I got much done, but it was a nice break. For the next three days I shall immerse myself in web design homework, though I might manage to come down at the tag end of BSoC tomorrow. I've been lax - the world internvenes.
On the bus ride back up I was treated to one of the most vile displays of rudness, impatience, and racism that I've ever seen. The driver browbeat a very confused and stressed older Asian lady sitting in front of me, apparently about some trivial thing (her bag was taking up a seat or something) without ever producing a coherent request or explanation - yes, not even coherent to the english-speaking listeners. the woman very clearly couldn't understand him, having very limited english. I was sitting behind her, stood up, and tried more calmly to see what in hell he wanted, and point out that her bag was checked, and that he should be patient. Total brush off. He continued to threaten to kick the poor woman off the bus and insult and humiliate her (of course she was a bit strident to - wouldn't you be?). After we started moving the driver actually called ME to the front of the bus (YES, just like in school) and told me that he knew his job, thanks, and I could butt out. I told him patience would help him communicate instead of shouting. He told me he didn't need my help. I told him he was inexcusably rude, and sat back down. Happily, the service desk at Seattle is right on your way in, and I had a whole hour. The seattle station supervisor and his home supervisor should have my number and report by tomorrow.
You'd think this'd really kill my evening, but to the contrary. I have a fairly satisfied feeling for actually standing up to the guy, but more so, through that one vile incident I met Lauren, a greener-grad doing enviro/social work, two different students named Dan, an unnamed woman who sat next to the asian lady and was kind, appaled, and reasuring, and a very sweet/fun couple from LA (now mount vernon, talk about a move!) who commiserated and helped me with a place in line after the long customer service thing. Now, I still feel really bad for the poor lady, but because of this ONE moron I ended up meeting not one but SIX really lovely people who were compasionate and open to complete strangers. Now, after the depressing election, I can't help but be heartened by that rather beautiful ratio.
