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I'm chugging away at getting more of the photos from our summer trip to Ireland, England, and Belgium uploaded and edited. Holy crap, I guess I did take a lot of pictures.

Church of Our Lady

Church of Our Lady in Bruges, Michaelangelo's Madonna

Church of Our Lady

I do love me some religious death imagery. Dunno why, just like skulls I guess.

More Stuph Behind the Fig Leaf )
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webcam impressionism

Morning in Seattle. Unedited webcam shot from a few minutes ago. No fancy Photoshop filters needed, just mist on the lens...

Sunlight! We get sunlight! I'm just so grateful the mornings are getting lighter again, every time I step out on the back porch with the dogs and it isn't pitch black any more. And spring is definitely sprung in these parts, too -- forsythia alight like flaming brands, stands of daffodil and narcissus and muscaria, trees blooming pink and white, cream and fuchsia. And like a poison green mist in a bad sci fi movie, the trees are leafing out all over the hillsides with promises of summer yet to come. For those still in winter, I have seen it myself: spring is possible, spring is coming!
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Whenever the Yoshino cherry trees really get going on the Quad, one of the inevitable consequences is photographers, but a particularly entertaining subset of these are bridal photographers, here taking advantage of the backdrop for that Perfect Memory. Now it's tricky, because the weather doesn't always cooperate, as early one morning walking to the office I spotted a poor young woman huddled in her wedding dress and parka combo in the chill mist and spitting, ominous gloom, waiting while her photographer set up his equipment and framed the shot. Or the public doesn't cooperate, by not staying away in droves, like last Sunday, when the lawn of the Quad was so full of humans it looked like there might recently have been a rock concert -- I didn't see any brides out in the largely black-clad surge of humanity, but you never know. Bridal photographers can be pig-headed, er, I mean "dedicated." Or possibly, "service-oriented."

Today, we have the wedding photographer who is framing his subject in cherry boughs. I'm sure these will be lovely photos, the happy bride surrounded by gorgeous, massed pink sprays of cherry blossom, but the rest of us are treated to the odd spectacle of Bride in a Tree. Or perhaps Onna Stick.

Oh well, at least the guy brought a ladder for her to use. When it's the boyfriend-photographer-girlfriend-subject combo, you often get the guy badgering the girl to climb the tree unaided. The Things Portrait Photographers Do, Man.

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Spotted on Pinterest, this rather striking portrait of Sherlock Holmes created by morphing together photos of multiple actors who played the role, including Basil Rathbone, Robert Downey Jr., Benedict Cumberbatch, and Jeremy Brett. I find the fusion strangely compelling and while I think it most nearly resembles Rathbone, it keeps tantalizing me with a sort of facial familiarity that I can't quite place. Faces in dreams are often like that for me, almost-familiar, but layered or substituted in such a way that on waking I usually can't trace who the face belonged to -- although, in a rare breakthrough the other morning I was able to piece together the fact that my dreams had cast Lee Pace as Cory Doctorow. Don't ask me, I can't explain it either. But this dream-face Holmes, who is he reminding me of? Apparently a couple of the commenters on the Tumblr in question think it's Richard Armitage, but while I can see their point, I don't think that's it. Nearest I can come is the young Sean Penn crossed with some half-recollected leading man from the late 1930s.

So, does this fabulist Holmes remind you of anyone? Do you see faces clearly when you dream?
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Savery Hall

So I had to take a pass on taking Mandarin in Winter -- I was dead sick at the beginning of the quarter, and then off traveling for over a week later in the month. Losing almost two weeks of class time is bad in any 10-week class, losing almost two weeks from a 10-week Mandarin kills, it kills you deadly. So, ho hum here we go I'm off cycle again, waiting for the next class to come around on the guitar. I can possibly talk my way into the second-year third quarter class in Mandarin, I guess I could try to talk my way into the third year third quarter class for the heck of it, or I could do Something Completely Different. I guess I could probably take The Swedish Novel with no problems, but right this minute I'm not feeling it. The statistics course is, sadly, full, and the Art Department is snotty about letting non-matriculated students take classes. So, if you could take one random university course right now, what would it be?

Meanwhile, because they are there: cherry blossoms!
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Baking Day

Today I'm making bread out of the third and final ball of last weekend's dough. The first loaf went into the toast you see there. Close to the first time I've made toast out of home made bread -- usually such a rarity it's gone before it's cold, or else it's scones, which don't toast well. The middle ball went into a Chicago-style pan pizza (another first) mid-week. BJs' dough is sweeter, but other than that, mine was a pretty fair approximation of West Coast immitation-Chicago-style pizza. Anyway, it was noms and we ate the whole thing.

I'm also playing with a sort of intermediate version of scrambled eggs -- not as much ever-lovin' fuss as French-style scrambled eggs, these were, but still similarly rich and silky. So that's a win.

And even as I type this, the "Curt Phillips for TAFF" anthology zine should be done and out in the world, or reasonably soon thereafter. Get yours today, and Vote for Curt!
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Singled out

Yes, it's cherry blossom time on the UW Quad again, bringing with it the hordes of flower worshipers, taking selfies or posing for friends in the branches of a tree or just against the clouds of lush, lacy white blossom. It's as reliable as swallows at Capistrano: the return of the cherry blossoms and with them, the hordes of eager photographers.

Yes, I'm obviously guilty, too. My excuse is, I'll post some of these to the department Facebook page -- pretty pictures of the Quad always attract hits.
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Ferrydiddle

It's been a thin year for posting. But I did manage at least an entry a month, so here are the first lines gleaned from 2013, for what little amusement or edification they may provide:

I am mildly croggled that people think anyone besides Leonard is the central character in Big Bang Theory.

I will not say anything insensitive to people with ashes on their foreheads tomorrow.

The short list of Hugo Award nominees will be coming out in a couple of weeks, on Easter weekend.

Overheard somewhere, someone making disparaging remarks about "the boys in Enterprise"... I don't think they were talking about a television show, its fans, or cast members.

him, in the other room: "...." [not quite audible]

A bit of time has passed since the first weekend in May but things have been Somewhat Hectic in my little corner of the universe, so that between the trans-hebephrenic crescendo of Spring Quarter insanity at work, a sudden and unwelcome flurry of legal filings surrounding the (let us hope) final dispensation of my parents' estate, still getting all the list mail from the upcoming Lone Star Con despite the increasing unlikelihood of my attending, and somewhat foolishly volunteering to help with administering the PayPal voting for the DUFF race, I have not posted my pictures from Corflu or indeed said boo about it.

Here's a picture of cool evening for those who are about to have a stinking hot day.

Today is a Do All The Things day.

I was going to say that I may be less active with the writing here because school starts Wednesday (Wednesday! What rational school starts classes on Wednesday?) and I'm taking another run at third year Mandarin.

Well, it's been a glorious October here in Seattle, with dry weather, clear sunny skies, and a particularly spectacular fall display around campus.

One of our junior-most faculty came into the office this morning to tell me that she had been laughing out loud on the bus to work while reading my minutes of the previous month's faculty meeting.

Along with most of the rest of the country, we've been having a chilly week.
* * *

Hmm. Really must work on generating more scintillating first lines, I think.
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One of our junior-most faculty came into the office this morning to tell me that she had been laughing out loud on the bus to work while reading my minutes of the previous month's faculty meeting. It's always gratifying when someone notices. Most especially when it's my very favoritest of they junior faculty, which is a very hard won laurel, given what a charming, amiable, pleasant, and interesting bunch we currently have among the juniors. It gives a person hope for the future, it does. And today I made someone laugh out loud. That is a thing.

Also today, I noticed a thing about my native language for the first time. So, is it weird, or just culturally revealing, that Swedish has two completely different words that translate into English as "worse"? Yeah, I know värre and sämre are used in somewhat different contexts, but really, how many ways do you really need to be able to say that things are worse, especially when you only have one way to say they're "better"? Upbeat folks, my people.

And speaking of upbeat, today I also gave my first oral presentation of the quarter in my Mandarin class. It was on educational inequality and child poverty among ethnic minorities in Hong Kong. Yeah, it's possible I got a little too ambitious in my choice of topic. But I can tell you what the child poverty rate for Filipino immigrants in Hong Kong is. In Mandarin. And With PowerPoint, because we were strongly encouraged to use slides. I don't do PowerPoint. *ptui* *hairball*. And because for me there is no such thing as the final draft of anything, just the most recent before the deadline, naturally I went off script winging it at a couple of points. That did not go entirely well. But it is over. And hey, given the near fluent, been-to-China young things in my class, I may well be Cao 老师's worst Third Year Mandarin student, but I still am a Third Year Mandarin student, so that's still something.

And I trotted down to the student union to get in on the last day of on-campus flu vaccinations for the season so I don't have to remember to go in to the doctor or queue up at the pharmacy or whatever. Must see if there's a way to self-report flu shots to my medical group's web page, though, so the flu shot reminder goes away. On the plus side, the line for getting a shot was short and quick. On the minus(?) side, the vaccination clinic had been popular enough that they had run out of Starbucks cards. I signed up on the list for them to e-mail me one. Not sure how that will work. And of course I hadn't been thinking about immunizations when I got dressed this morning, and had thoughtlessly put on a long-sleeved merino mock turtle. Suboptimal for accessing a shoulder for the jab, at least in a public ballroom with various folks of all genders and sexes wandering about. The nurse advised me to pull aside the collar as the better choice.

"But don't do it until I'm ready," she said. "We don't like to have people strangling themselves."

"Yeah, I said, "That would kind of defeat the purpose. Dead people don't catch flu."

"We should make that our new slogan."

But no new pictures taken today -- it was gray and sullen all day, and the weekend windstorm blew off many of the pretty leaves. Also, Chinese ate my brain. Luckily I took a metric buttload of pictures last week when there was sun. I'm still in pursuit of a really good photo of how wonderful the view from my office windows is in October, and have failed for another year, but here's a placeholder until I get it right.

First Friday in November
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Japanese Maple Demilune

Well, it's been a glorious October here in Seattle, with dry weather, clear sunny skies, and a particularly spectacular fall display around campus. It's been so dry that I actually got to wear my red suede coat for much of the month without fear of ruination. And I've been keeping my little Lumix in my coat pocket and taking quite a few pictures as I walk to and from work and class. I also keep thinking about nattering about it here, but, well, Chinese class, therefore bizy. Also, after Randy Byers asked about it, I made the mistake of starting a little post about my trip to California to clear out my parents' Mariposa place, and that post turned into this massive, ever-growing travel journal about the entire drive down and all my little detailed observations along the way, and side trips into recent fan visitors and outings, plus fannish participants in my Big Estate Sale Adventure, and basically the thing snowballed into a fanzine article that is currently 8 pages long and not yet done, but overdue. Go, me.

I'll probably post it here eventually, too, once it's actually finished, because lately the things I send off to fanzines seem to fall into a dark gravity well of egobooless obscurity and despair from which no comment hooks can ever emerge and I do like to have at least *some* sense that other people read what I wrot.

Anyway, for the longest time I had that post saved only as a draft in LJ and so I kept feeling like I couldn't post other things until I got it finished with it. And when it comes to trip reports I seem unable to let go of recording every picayune detail for my own recollection and amusement, and this is why I have thirty thousand words of TAFF report down and no immediate hope of getting it edited down to a readable finished work.

But for now I have that post saved as a Word .doc, and a clean slate here. And so here, before it's too late, a post for October. It's been a grand month.

Gold Decked Savery
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As of tonight, I have decided that the most appropriate collective noun for an assemblage of miscellaneous house pets is "a complication". You can roll your own examples, I'm sure, but this evening when I let out the dogs for one final bio break before I go to bed, there was a very large, quite fresh but wholly dead rat lovingly laid out on the back door mat. No doubt this is why Shoobie had been hanging out by the back door with such determined interest. But since both dogs pass the rat by as they dash out into the yard I figure I'm safe in waiting until the dogs are back in before disposing of the corpse. Ah, but no.

Neither dog was apparently that interested in peeing, so they both turn around to head back toward the house almost immediately, and I'm figuring I'll grab a plastic bag to pick up the rat with as soon as they're back in the kitchen. But no. Never discount Shoobie's prowess as a serious ratter. As Shoobie gets to the open door, I can practically see the exclamation point go off above his head. He spots the rat, and his whole stout little body vibrates with joy. Wagging his tail in majestic triumph, he grabs the corpse, and with head held high, marches proudly into the kitchen with a dead rat almost as big as his head and several times larger than his dinky little snout clenched firmly between his teeth. Because Shoobie has something, and she does not, Kaylee is now of course Very Interested and she dashes in after him, looming over him and making little sallies to take the rat away.

Shoobie is having none of it. He skitters aside and goes pitter-pattering off into the living room, ridiculous feathery tail curled high over his back like a warlord's banner. Shoobie is mighty. Shoobie is great. Shoobie has the kill, and he's damned if anyone will take his trophy from him now, however ill-gotten. (This is all so very different from when Shoob has a ball -- the minute Kaylee gets interested in a ball Shoobie has been playing with, he drops it and feigns complete disinterest. It's a question of picking your battles, I guess.)

I grab a plastic bag from the recycling dispenser beside the kitchen door to collect the rat with, and follow a distant third. My first two or three sallies to even grab hold of the rat fail, as Shoobie is dodging all malefactors, and every time I try to get a grip on Shoobie, there's Kaylee worming in trying to get her share of whatever fun is to be had. I finally manage to send Kaylee away, corner Shoobie in the dog bed, and manage to get a proper grip on the rat. And also on the deceased rodent. Shoobie will. Not. Let. Go. People will tell you about the stubbornness of bully breed dogs when they have a grip. Hah! Bully dogs are easy. It's the chihuahuas that will out-stubborn a starfish. I gave up trying to wrest if from him since I didn't really want to have to clean splattered rat guts off the oak floor should the corpse fail before Shoobie's will did.

After a couple more rounds of foolishness, finally I managed to get the rat, not by dint of prying it out of Shoobie's jaws but solely because he decided that the rat really was dead after all, and therefore not that interesting.

So yeah. A dog is just a dog, a cat is just a cat, but when they come in groups, they are a complication.

Awwww!
Kaylee and Shoobie share a rat-free moment
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Found in a collection of photos of dogs, hanging out car windows. To this one I could only say, "Holy Cow! It's Jay Lake reincarnated as a dog!"

DOGGLES FOR THE WIN
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So one of the things I did for my birthday was go off and try the whole storefront paint-your-own-pottery thing, at a place called Paint the Town in University Village. I had a very good time doing it -- hey, doodling and doin' crafty stuff in a social setting where someone else cleans up the mess, what's not to like? -- and today, after my Chinese 203 class final exam was in my rearview mirror, I went to collect the fired result. I'm happy to report that I am Not Displeased with the result. Not ecstatic, mind, 'cause the glaze/paint behaves in ways I did not fully expect or plan for, but within the paradigm of a first try, it's not bad at all:

Serving Platter -- alternate angle

I will try this again, I think. Especially now that I know that Paint the Town carries garden markers among the stock of bisqueware. Doodling in public, yay.
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The Bottom of the Garden

I don't get out of the office enough. My train schedule makes for short days, so I usually skip lunch or eat it at my desk. Today I had a work errand on main campus and decided to bring the camera with me. The light was kinda crappy but it's good to see the fall progressing on main campus. I miss that so. I also collected a pocketful of horse chestnuts, and more photos.

More pictures behind the veil. )
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Farm Harvest

One of the things I do like about the Kent Saturday Farmer's Market is the ability to pick up an enormous bouquet of flowers and have enough to spread out between two, or sometimes three vases, so I can have one in the living room, and another by my desk. We stopped by the market after breakfast on Saturday, and in the afternoon I spent a bit of time taking pictures around the house and yard with the D60, getting used to different settings and so forth. I'm not remotely taking full advantage of the full manual mode yet. Baby steps, I figure.
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Down the Back 40

It's been almost a year since we made an offer on a house in Kent and didn't get it. It is almost a year since we first took a serious look at what became our house.

Quite a lot of changes have crowded into the intervening year. It's interesting to look back and see how my perspective has altered accordingly. The sale of the house we didn't get fell through, as far as we can tell. Neener-neener on them, I say. That other house was between the tracks anyway -- the additional noise from the trains would have been a pretty serious downside. From up on the rise of East Hill, the trains are romantically melancholy, rather than disturbing racket.

In our yard, I've discovered there are three apple trees, not just two, and in the house all the light from those window corners more than compensates for the boxiness. I haven't figured out what all the mystery plants in the garden are, but whatever the irissy-looking things under the big apple are, they're going to bloom purple. Who knows, maybe they are iris. Either way, I do like purple. Meanwhile, the upper terrace of the yard you see above has gone wild and tangly and must be beaten back into submission. It's all one big adventure.

Baseline

May. 7th, 2008 11:37 am
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The things you find when you're rooting around on your keyfob. For the curious, here's a picture of what our living room looked like back before we bought the house, to get some idea of how far it has come along.

I'll stick it behind a tag, cause I'm using the bigger size )
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Our Corvid Overlord

Last year around this time, the view out our windows was the last cherry blossoms on the quad -- a lovely pink cloud. This year, with different windows, the view is a good deal less pink...

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