Posting at last

[nonionay]

I haven't posted in a while, partly because I didn't have internet for a while, and partly because I've been so busy, I've just had too much to talk about.

I've been settling into life in Seattle. My stuff is still a little haphazardly organized, and while my furniture arrangements are perfect for one person, they're not so good if I want to have anyone else over. I did once, though. kehrli came over one Friday night, and I lounged on my bed while he sat at my desk, and we both wrote and hung out like the old days back in the State Street loft.

This obnoxiously cold spring we've been having hasn't been too conducive to walking, but I've done a fair amount of exploring--basically picking a bus at random and riding it somewhere, then walking in the general direction of something interesting. I've got a bajillion photos of spring buds from the arboretum I could show you. Maybe I'll upload them later and attempt to describe my own flailing attempt to understand my fascination with texture and macro shots. (And the frustration of achieving the perfect macro shot with a point and shoot camera!)

Living next to the Seattle Center has been awesome. The more I go there, the more I love it, particularly the fountain, which always has children running through it. They've been having cultural fairs almost every weekend. Yesterday was West Africa. I adore many types of African music, so of course I was there, listening to Naby Camara. This older white lady who looked like she should be teaching junior high got up to dance, and encouraged others to join her. Soon, the floor was full of an interesting mix of white tourists, hippies, and actual black people. Two of the black women were dancing while bent double. There were quite a few people in front of me, and I couldn't see clearly. Part of me was thinking, "er, are they doing some variety of traditional dance?" But then the view cleared, and I saw they were both holding the hand of a teeny, tiny little girl, just barely old enough to stand on her own. :-)

After I bought a cd, I made my way (MONORAIL!) to the U District, where I bought a new outfit from a thrift shop that didn't seem to realize that sorting by size is a nice thing. Then dinner with Keffy, and then home to spend the evening with Harry Potter and his latest movie. I avoided the Deathly Hallows pt1 in the theater because I dreaded the interminable wandering through the woods wailing with angst sequence I hated so much in the books. However, even though that was in there, the pain was worth it just for the scene of everyone bouncing around half naked looking like Harry. ("Don't look at me, Bill!")

Comments

[westrider.livejournal.com]

I remember thinking that the scene with all the different Harrys must have been a blast to film. One of my favorite parts of that movie.

After they get the sword, though, I started channeling someone's nagging mother, barely able to keep myself from shouting: Get back inside, Get some dry clothes on, You're going to catch your death of cold!

[sarahgoslee.livejournal.com]

Macro shots are my favorite too. I've gotten decent ones with a point-and-shoot, it just requires taking a whole bunch to end up with one or two that are good. Nothing beats a macro lens, though; I'm having lots of fun with mine.