I agree with my sister, this dress makes me happy. It’s not only springtime wonderful, but seeing her site reminds me again that I want to be more of a crafter. Coming across her current contest coincides with listening to a podcast about crafts from To The Best of Our Knowledge. It made sense to hear that crafting can actually help depression. I was always sort of flippant about my crocheted afghan and the summer I spent working on it, but I guess I was tuning into something that was actually helping.
In the spirit of all this, I brought out the scarf I began last year while keeping my housemate company in the kitchen last night. I got a few rows done, but it still needs work. I’m having trouble justifying working on it while I still don’t have a job I’m happy in though. Something is always in the way. And then there are books to read and poems to work on and fellowships to apply for….
So I admire crafters. And one day, I will join your ranks. Until then, visit my sister’s blog for her amazing projects, and stay tuned for the eventual-scarf.
I don’t have any pictures (yet) but Carrie Purcell and I read at Pilot Books on Friday night. Despite the rain, Carrie brought many friends and I brought family and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. We went out to Vermillion afterwards, and it might be my new favorite place on Capitol Hill. With a gallery in the front it has the feel of a speakeasy, the bar tucked into the dark brick beyond white walls. There’s a jukebox and plenty of mac and cheese, tables to move around and music that doesn’t smother conversation.
In lui of photos of the evening, here’s some new art (thanks to my new scanner!) I’m not sure that it’s finished yet, but I wanted to post something.
Also, keep an eye on elimae, new work of mine will be appearing in November.
The colder weather and the on-again, off-again rain mean that it’s time to start baking again. I’ve been a bit distracted lately, but with some extra pumpkin puree in the fridge and this awesome recipe, curtsy of my sister, I had at it in the kitchen this afternoon. Instead of circles I made owls, and I just stuck with the ginger frosting.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had scones. Muffins and toast seem to be more my speed these days, and I’m less about sweet things. The icing is sweet, but the scones themselves aren’t. Sort of a nice combination, if I do say so.
In addition to baking, I’m really digging into my books about Tyndall and Sir Oliver Lodge. I’m continually amazed by the communities that used to exist, both in the artistic and scientific communities. The minds meeting for drinks at ale houses or teas in each other’s living rooms seems fictitious. I am left wondering if those same meetings are happening today, and which names people, a hundred years from now, will look back on and be amazed by. I don’t know that communities function in the same way now. People are more spread out, communication is through email and phone calls and there isn’t quite the elaborate record that exists from the turn of the 20th century. But I don’t think that we’re without communities and meetings of minds. I feel like I’m part of something larger than myself these days, and thank you to everyone in Seattle who has taken me in. It’s a year now. Glorious.
I’m tired of feeling just to the left of where I want to be in Seattle. I love the city, but it hasn’t exactly loved me back in the proper ways. Last night the rain fell and fell. It’s raining again. Although I had intended on going to a job fair today, as I was pulling on tights and finding a shirt to match my skirt, I realized how little I wanted to network and push resumes into hands that belong to Target, Macy’s, Home Depot….
Yes, I need a better job. But moving into another duldrum position isn’t what I need to do. So I sat down and started working on fellowship applications. Yes, I got a bit distracted with yummy food recipes. But I have most of one application finished, and then I switched gears towards volunteering.
Every time I go into the Seattle Art Museum, I think I should be here. I shouldn’t be working near planes, I should be here instead. I know that they aren’t hiring, but I have time, so what’s stopping me from volunteering? The answer is- nothing.
So S.A.M, 826, Hugo House… I’ve submitted applications to volunteer at all of them, and if I’m getting in a bit over my head, well, frankly I’ve been spinning my wheels for too long. It’s time to pack my schedule again. Readings, volunteering, jobs, writing- I work best when I’m working. So who wants me? I’m coming at you, ready to be put to task.
Autumn is a time of happening. The weather is starting to hunker into rain, with intermittent beautiful days. Turns out, going up the Space Needle is a lot more fun than I’d thought. Clear evening, a new friend, and the city spread like so many treasures. I’m learning to piece this place together, and each person I’ve met has helped in their own way. I have found new music, I have seen new places, I have danced and been silly and been serious. Thank you.
I’m returning to science, and I discovered today that Sir Oliver Lodge knew John Tyndall. Lodge considered Tyndall “one of my heroes” and in the biography Sir Oliver Lodge (W P Jolly) the meeting is described as “the inspiration which changed his life.” I bounded down to the kitchen to share this find with my house mate and received a bit of a blank stare, but I’m still a bit giddy with the knowledge of it. These men knew each other, and the world seems at once larger and more vast and yet smaller and intricately connected.
As the weather chills there are readings again, and book clubs, movies to watch and food to cook. We have beer brewing in our dining room, I have books on scientists piling beside my bed, and the sunsets are enough to break your heart.
Come visit. I will show it all to you.