September 29th, 2004


and on that note

Almost every day I have at least one "Seattle moment" when I experience something that carries the unique flavor of the city. I keep meaning to collect these and post them, but they're always so fleeting--so ephemeral--that I forget about them; they settle into my unconscious and I remember only in a general sense that I wanted to share the moment. But I can tell you about this morning, when I descended into the metro tunnel at eight a.m. and there was a busker already seated cross-legged across from the Nordstrom entrance, playing beautiful and melancholy variations on "Greensleeves" on his flute.

On the other end of the spectrum are the staggering number of people who wander the streets talking to themselves, or to god or invisible fairies. This is probably not unique to Seattle, I realize. It tends to make me think of those movies where clues about the alien invasion go unnoticed until it's too late. If only we'd paid attention, we'd have realized that aliens were spying on our populace through the eyes of selected vagrants, who were remote-controlled with remote visioning as they wandered and observed.

A few minutes ago, anaxila came by my desk and gave me eight lipsticks and four mascaras--bonus gifts from a plethora of Clinique purchases. I feel girlish! I feel love!

::hugs Anaxila::

By the way, plethora can mean not just a profusion, but "a bodily condition characterized by an excess of blood and marked by turgescence and a florid complexion." Just so you know.


I just shoved a buttered muffin at my face and missed my mouth. I hit my chin instead. I have a buttered chin.

My intimidation quotient just went wayyyyy down, I'm sure.


I'm trying to reconcile this info from the AP news wire:
    Martha Stewart has been ordered to serve her sentence for lying about a stock sale at the federal prison in Alderson, W.Va. ....

    Alderson, which opened in 1927, was the first federal prison for women. Set on a hill in rural West Virginia, Alderson is known for its open environment. There are no metal fences surrounding the camp.

    Its best-known inmates include Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme, a member of the Manson family who tried to shoot President Ford, and Sara Jane Moore, who also tried to kill Ford.
Um. Okay. You try to kill the president and serve time in a prison without fences?

I'm not really that interested in Martha's plight, but sometimes I feel like I should be, in an eye-on-the-culture sort of way.

I think I'm the only one who likes this new LJ interface, by the way. I like seeing the icons before I post. Yay, icons!