Friday, November 6, 2009

Oh, yeah! Halloween!

I dressed up as...

Karen O. Big surprise, right? I wish I'd been able to go to some killer party, but whatevs. Work was fun. Just being on Broadway was fun, really. People get so crazy on Halloween (especially on Broadway) makes me wish we had a dress-up holiday more than just once a year.


I just got myself a Netflix account. There are too many movies I missed during my sheltered upbringing, and too many current movies and shows I haven't seen for whatever reasons (i.e. no money for the theater, no money for cable). So I've started building up my queue on Netflix, and it's already 35-strong, just with movies I could think of off the top of my head and other related movies Netflix recommended me. I'm not sure I'll ever finish adding to my list, let alone finish watching everything, but at least I'm making progress.

The L Word, season 1, is at the top of my list right now, and I'm already 2 1/2 discs through it. It's so exciting to have new TV friends! (Also, kind of depressing, I know.) Espeically since we've been 2 weeks without a new episode of Glee.

I'm craving a cafe like The Planet to go to and gossip with Dana and Alice and Shane (left, center, and right, respectively). Especially Shane. That girl oozes sex.

But anyway...I hear that after season 1, the show kind of went downhill, which is unfortunate. Hopefully it won't be too bad.

(P.S. Laurel, this show is almost making me reconsider my opinion about L.A. Almost.)

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


I've started cooking at work--finally--and I'm slowly but surely getting the hang of it. I miss working night shifts, though. And I hate having Sundays and Mondays off. back hurts. But I got a massage a week or two ago from a coworker who's training to be a massage therapist, and it was intense (in a mostly good way). I've never had a deep tissue massage, or any kind of professional massage, for that matter. I thought it might be a weird experience, since I was practically naked (under the sheet, of course), and we're still at that odd point in a coworker relationship where you know each other well enough to joke comfortably, but you're not close friends, by any means. To my pleasant surprise, he was totally professional (almost opposite his usual demeaner at Pagliacci) and it wasn't strange or awkward or uncomfortable at all. was free. And there are few things better than a free massage.

Even though winter quarter doesn't start for another 76 days, I'm so excited that I'm...well...counting the days. Obviously. I went up to the UW campus yesterday to meet up with Rachael (which was an awesome experience in itself, since we haven't hung out in months), and while I still don't enjoy the massive student body, or its composure of thousands of the Those Kind of People [arms flailing], it'll be so good to go somewhere other than Pagliacci. It'll be good to go somewhere other than Broadway, even. Guh.

In the nearer future, Laurel is visiting this weekend, and I'm more excited for her physical presence than I am for the Ani Difranco show we're attending, which was the original reason for her visit. Much adventure will be had!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Everything but the YYYs is lacking enthusiasm much for the Metric vs. Yeah Yeah Yeahs thing. I got sick of writing and revising it. So, to wrap that subject up, suffice it to say that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs provided a much more enjoyable show than Metric. I don't know if it was just Karen O's enthusiasm and Emily Haines's lack thereof, but the crowds at each show had notably different attitudes, as well. Color me disappointed.

As for other things (that probably matter more in life), I've finally started to learn how to cook pizza (and yes, it is an important life skill)! I even have a sweet burn on my right forearm from the oven to show for it. Awesome. I'll be sure to report back when I actually have something interesting to say here.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Emily Haines vs. Karen O.

Because, really, they're the only ones anyone cares about in their respective bands.

I mean, when the front-person of the band also happens to be a sexy alt-rock chick with a great set of...vocal chords...why would you bother directing your focus at anyone else on stage?

(An actual review/comparison of Metric's show vs. Yeah Yeah Yeah's show at Bumbershoot to follow, hopefully tomorrow. I've got a tired headache from staring at my screen too much this evening, so I'm calling it quits for right now.)

[Both photos by Sarah Bastin, taken at Bumbershoot last weekend--and a super-dee-duper thanks to Flickr, my humble amateur means of acquiring beautiful, professional photos for all my ridiculous unprofessional needs]

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Recovering from Bumbershoot

After a loaded 3 full days at Bumbershoot, I spent yesterday morning/afternoon catching up on internet things and letting my feet rest before work.

I'll try to get into more reviews of the other shows in the next few days, but for the moment I'll just mention one of my favorites of the weekend, which was Raphael Saadiq's performance.

I snagged this beautiful photo from the Three Imaginary Girls blog, who got it from photographer Jason Tang.

If I'd had any misgivings Sunday night about choosing this closing show at the Fisher Green Stage over Jason Mraz at the Mainstage, they were completely vaporized as soon as Raphael walked out, in his suit and horn-rimmed glasses. The band was tight, the singers energetic and sexy, and I experienced an hour and a half of live music-induced euphoria. The crowd loved them so much that we got him to come out for 2 encores! I had just left after the first encore, assuming it was finished, when I heard the crowd start cheering again. I turned around, saw members of the band onstage again with their instruments, and ran back to join the audience, both surprised and elated.

Their set consisted of about 70% songs from their album and 30% covers/jam sessions. It flowed beautifully, and Raphael was a fantastic stage presence. I'm not sure how much of the audience were fans before the show (judging by the lack of singing along to the songs), but I don't think there was a single person who left without having thoroughly enjoyed him/herself.

And there probably wasn't a single man-lover (of the straight or gay variety) who left without silently acquiescing to Raphael's dialogue in the song "Let's Take a Walk". (Which, incidentally, begins with the lines "This place is crowded/Don't know about you/I need some sex/Some sex with you".)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

One day, I'll return...but in the meantime...

The other day, I checked my gmail for the first time since April 2008. There were pages of new emails, most of which telling me that someone new had added me on my bre_in_rome livejournal, which I hadn't updated in almost as long. The last post was notifying my friends and family that I had missed my ferry to Barcelona (this was only a couple of weeks into my quarter abroad in Rome), and was freaking out and trying to figure out if I was going to book a last-minute flight or what.

I never got around to updating that journal the following 2 months I spent in Europe, owing to the fact that I just got too busy and too far behind in my posts.

So, since I'm not currently busy running around Barcelona, London, and various parts of Italy, I've decided to finish documenting my travels. It's been over a year since the trip and since I've recounted my stories to friends and family. But I figure I'll remember more about it now than I will 10 years from now, so I should tell as many stories as possible while I still can. Luckily, I have a good number of photos to help jog my memory.

Of course, this is just going to fuel the constant yearning I have for all things European...and more specifically, all things Italian.

Back to School

In January, that is. It turns out the University of Washington doesn't really care why you stopped schooling, how you did while you were there, why you want to come back, or how you've changed. It's just a simple act of being entered back into the system.

I think I would feel more validated if I had been accepted only after explaining myself. Though I don't really want to get into the reasons I need that validation.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Critical Mass - 08/28/09

Last night was the first time I've ever participated in Critical Mass, a periodic (monthly in most places) event which takes place in many major cities around the world to celebrate bicycling. I had known about Critical Mass, but since I've had my bike, I hadn't thought about attending. Anyway, I didn't realize it took place every last Friday of the month in Seattle. But it does. Oh, does it ever.

After a day of doing absolutely nothing, I got up off my ass and rode down to Westlake Center, our meeting place, around 6. Met up with Ricky, the guy who had come in to Pagliacci (where else?) the night before and told me about it. After a good 10-15 min of just hanging out, talking, whatever, some of the group starting making the rounds, trying to rile everyone up, and the rest of us eventually all mounted our bicycles and started riding. With no actual leader and no set plan other than our meeting time/place, I'm told that this is how it starts every month.

So we set off, and I found myself at the front of the group with a girl named Jennifer. We'd come to an intersection, and she turned and asked "Should we go left, right, or straight?" I said "I have no idea; this is the first time I've ever done this." "Me too!" So we went straight and begun our ride through Pike Place Market. Such spontaneous non-parade-routing is what generally makes up a Critical Mass ride. There's a general plan to end up at a park somewhere, but everything else is a surprise to all involved, which is half the fun, really.

The other half of the fun, of course, is taking over the streets of Seattle with a horde of rowdy 20-somethings, and confusing tourists and residents alike.

One might say it's a stick-it-to-the-motorized-vehicle-driving-man sort of move, and a few members of the group definitely feel that way. But really, the majority of us just want to have fun with it. Maybe cause a little raucous in the streets, hold up traffic a little bit, but that's all.

At some point during our tour of Pike Place, a few people started suggesting parks to head toward. Someone mentioned Alki, we all kind of looked up at the threatening clouds in the sky, and agreed. A swim at the beach seemed in order for such a typical Seattle day, and thus, it was decided. TO ALKI!

We sped down to the stadiums, where Mariners fans and parking lot attendants gawked and whooped at us. The industrial district was ahead, and we might have turned toward the bike trail that leads to West Seattle. But no. Why go the easy (not to mention boring and predictable) route, when we could embark on a new adventure instead?

That's right. We took over the West Seattle Bridge.

It was seriously the most epic thing I've done since being back from Europe (other than cutting all my hair off, of course). We rode the fucking freeway. I guess the cops were worried we would get a little too out-of-hand (or you might say they were looking out for our safety), so they escorted us most of the way, keeping traffic on the far left and "allowing" us (not that we wouldn't do it anyway) free passage.

At the top of the hump of the bridge (and it was a bitch of a hump, I assure you), a few people stopped to breathe for a few minutes, and admire the view.

And, yes, I suppose my hand was shaking a bit. I'll also add that all of these pictures were taken on my phone, and most of them while I was riding my bike, trying to balance, not hit other riders, and get a decent shot. So I will not apologize for their crappy quality. I won't.

So off we were, to Alki Beach, where much paper bag beer-drinking and free Food Not Bombs PB-and-Jambulance sandwich-eating would ensue.

Annnnd the Bike Lift. An epic end to an epic ride. We mustn't forget the Bike Lift.

After the bike lift, though, the sort-of-party at Alki was almost anti-climactic. A good number of people left to find drinking holes, and some left to go home. The rest of us just hung out, resting and chatting with friends and new acquaintances. As far as I saw, there was no skinny dipping. Damn.

This man was my hero of the evening. He roller bladed ALL THE WAY FROM DOWNTOWN. I was talking to him at one point, telling him how awesome he was for skating, and he told me that he'd thought other skaters/bladers/boarders would be in attendance. But alas, it was just him.

I think it makes for a better story, honestly. I mean, this man ROLLER BLADED across the freakin' WEST SEATTLE BRIDGE! He was probably the first (and only, so far) pedestrian EVER to cross the bridge, for the sole purpose of transportation (and not as a result of a broken down car or being part of a road work crew). I wish I'd gotten his name.

So, as a reward for our 8.6 mile (according to Google Maps) bike ride, we got to make an 8.6 mile ride back.

...Oh, and I guess the twilight view of the Seattle skyline was pretty nice.

Alright, it was pretty gorgeous, actually. But that doesn't change the fact that our stomachs were whining about our excessive calorie-burning and our asses were protesting their prolonged positions on our bike seats.

Which is why, once our little group of Capitol Hill-dwellers got back, we went straight for some delicious Rancho Bravo burritos and a long sit-down in their chairs, which, thankfully, had backs to lean against.

It was a fabulous way to spend my Friday night; I haven't had this much fun with a bunch of strangers (some of which are now friends) since the incredible Spontaneous Pillow Fight of '08 in Ballard.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

I love mornings

I realize that it's only half an hour till it isn't morning anymore, but in my defense, I've been up since 8:45. Why? No particular reason. I don't work until later tonight, and I don't have anyone to see or anywhere to be before then. I just like to get an earlier start to my day. It's nice to have a few hours to lazily sip some coffee, munch on some breakfast, and update my blog-reading or news-watching. When I wake up later, after the sun's been up almost half a day, I feel like I've missed out on something. Even if there wasn't anything other than just bird-chirping and sunshine in my East-facing windows to sleep through. I guess it's just the fact that I can't sit around for 2 hours before I shower and still hope to get something done before work. No zipping downtown to browse the pretty things at Nordstrom that I can only hope to be able to afford in the future. No getting laundry done before I have to leave, so as to save myself from staying up extra late after I get home and want to go to bed. No relaxing grocery store browsing.

When I start back at school (whether it be this coming Winter quarter at UW, or some later time at some other university), I hope I'll be able to remember how much better it is to be waking up early and Doing Things, rather than sleeping in and doing absolutely nothing with myself. There's been far too much of the latter in the last year or so of my life, and I'm over it. I'm done with it. It's over. I hope.

Monday, August 24, 2009

It's been a while...

I have 3 major things to update:

1. I moved into a studio on First Hill at the beginning of July.
2. I cut all of my hair off on the 15th.
3. I applied to UW for re-admission two days ago.

These are all big-freakin'-deals for me.

First of all, I'm living by myself for the first time, ever. Laurel is in Spokane for the time being, and while it is nice to be the only occupant of my home, I do miss having her around to share our one-of-a-kind sense of humor and appreciation for odd details in each other's lives.

As for my hair, I knew the time would come, eventually, to shave my head and start anew. As I've told so many wide-eyed people over the last week, I have been planning it for a while. I just didn't know when I would actually do it. Turns out, it would be on a ho-hum sort of Saturday in mid-August, right after a pathetic emotional meltdown the day before. Which brings me to the last thing.

Ever since I dropped out of my classes right before the Winter '09 quarter began, I've felt like I'm in a bit of a limbo. I'm working, yes, but at a lowly pizzeria, which doesn't utilize or praise my talents and skills, other than by the fact that they haven't fired me over the last year for being a complete idiot (which, I'm sorry to say, has happened a few times in the time I've spent there). I thought I wanted to pursue music, but since I still don't have a keyboard or lyrics for potential songs, I'm feeling more and more like I'm lying to myself. I don't think that's really what I would excell at, and in any case, it's not guaranteed that I will succeed in any sense of the word. So, on something that was much more of a surprising whim than that which lead me to cut my hair off on the 15th, I reapplied for admission to UW last Saturday. It all sort of came together and the stubborn aspiring-musician part of me finally let up on the bullshit and admitted that i really need to go back to school. And while I'm still not entirely sure what I might end up doing, I need to finish what I started at UW so I can move on to bigger, better places in my life (figuratively, and hopefully, geographically). Since my GPA was so low when I left, I don't even know if they'll take me back. But I think I have a better chance there than I do anywhere else.

So we'll see what happens, I suppose. I've been humoring thoughts about becoming some in-the-know editor of a fashion magazine, but that fantasy might never amount to be more than just that.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009


The sun's been out every other day or so lately, and it feels so much like summer already that I decided to make some guacamole (which I've never done before)! It helps that it seems everyone has avocados on sale right now. And it also helps that I found Pioneer Woman's recipe for pico de gallo, which you then mix with mashed avocados to make guacamole. I love reading cooking/baking blogs. With all the step-by-step pictures, and witty commentary, it's the best kind of cookbook to follow.

And my pico/guac turned out pretty well, I'd say. Maybe a tad too mushy, but delicious, nonetheless.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Spring is a Teaser

It's weird that it's rainy and horrendously windy outside right now, when last Sunday (and most of last week, actually), it felt like June. But that's western Washington weather for you. Never reliable.

It is a bit warmer now, though, in general. I don't have to bundle up in 5 layers of clothing to go catch my bus, anyway. So it's a bit nicer for bike-riding. I've been going and doing a few laps around Greenlake on a semi-regular basis. It's been really fun getting to know the park and the different crowds at different times. I just wish that the parents who take their kids out on wheeled things would make them wear helmets...and wear them themselves, while they're at it. Just because it's a park doesn't mean that there won't be an idiot (or an unfortunately accident-prone) cyclist who will mow your kid over onto the pavement. Seriously. I'm just looking out for the children, here. Especially the ones who're in my way.

In other news, I'm going to see Cats at the Paramount this Thursday with my friend Rachael, and I am thouroughly excited. I remember singing and dancing to this music when we still lived in Utah, and we moved here when I was 6, so that was a really long time ago. I worry that this won't quite live up to the delicious 80s-ness of the film, with all the spandex and legwarmers...but I can dream, right? And in any case, Rum Tum Tugger's character is inherently a feline sex-god of sorts, so that's comforting.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

New Univega and Lady Gaga!

I guess I'm still no good at the whole regular-updating thing. But I've been on the computer less, so I think it's forgivable.

A couple days after my last post, I went and bought myself a bike! I bussed down to Recycled Cycles (because there was no way I would have been able to afford a new one) in U-District and the nice guy there helped me find my sweet little quasi-hipster Univega.

Isn't she purty? (Don't mind the mess on the coffee table)

I've been going out and riding around the neighborhood for at least half an hour every day...with the exception of the last few days, because I've been sick. It feels great to actually spend the hours between breakfast-and-email and getting-ready-for-work actually doing something. It's an outlet for all the pent-up energy I didn't realize I have, and it puts me in a better mood for the rest of the day. So yeah, all that stuff you hear about the benefits of exercising in the morning is really true. Though I haven't been doing it long enough to tell you about whether it actually speeds up your metabolism for the day or whatever. I'm still barely fitting into my pants.

And now, for something that has nothing to do with pants or bicycles...I give you...LADY GAGA!!!

And that DJ Space Cowboy's a cutie, too

Last week, I got the chance to go see Lady Gaga with my friend who happened to have an extra ticket to the show. And man, was it a show! There were dancers and costume changes and a lit-up bubble piano! The entire performance just blew my mind, and I will forever be grateful to my friend for taking me. I'll even forgive the fact that he and his little sister got to meet her while I waited outside in the windy cold.


But I don't think I'll ever be able to get "Poker Face" out of my head. That one's stuck in there for good.

Monday, March 2, 2009


My roommate and I just finished our Saw-watching marathon last night (which we started with some friends last weekend). We'd seen all of them but the fifth one, and we didn't realize that there would be a sixth, so we freaked out with another cliffhanger ending.

We're pretty much addicted to that music that always plays at the end of the Saw movies. It's the creepy piano riff, some industrial sounds and percussion, building up with the strings and everything, and it just gets more intense as you realize that you really had no idea what was going on for the entire movie up till now. And now that you realize just how much of a genius Jigsaw is, it just blows your mind even more and you still have no idea what's going on.

Anyway, I downloaded the song last night, and I can't get enough of it. I wish I could just prowl around at night in a rad trench-coat, sweeping dramatically around alleyway corners, and whenever someone saw me or tried to approach, the music would start, and they would know that a) I'm pretty badass, and b) I probably just helped somebody kill themselves in a cruel and twisted, yet justified, game, so they better get the hell away from me if they know what's good for them. But I would never actually do that, of course. The Jigsaw-ing or the prowling.

No keyboard for me.

Friday, the 27th, when I was looking up the address of Kennelly Keys, I found out the date they were closing that location--Feb. 25th! That's just 2 days before I was planning on going up there. I can't believe I missed it. So now, if I want to get a keyboard, I'll have to go to Guitar Center or some other major place that can afford to have low prices. Which is unfortunate, because I'd love to be able to buy from a smaller store. Perhaps another little music business will have a sale soon.

I'd also love to get a bike. I feel entirely too confined in our little apartment, and since I can't have a dog to take for walks around Green Lake, I need another form of exerting my physical energy. Also, my car, Squelch, might be dead...for real. He's old, and has troubles fairly often, but this time I think it's a bit more severe and possibly permanent. So, in the event that he really won't ever run again, I'll need to a) find a way to get over losing an inanimate object which I've personified into a best friend, and b) find a new means of transportation. Because I can't walk home from Capitol Hill if I miss the last bus after work.

My Squelchy

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Because LiveJournal has lost my interest.

Well, actually, I just need a fresh start, period. I haven't been journal-ing anywhere for a long time, and this seemed like a good place to start up again.

I recently had a conversation with my good friend, Matt, who's studying at NYU. I've been itching to go somewhere new and different and stimulating. Seattle just isn't tickling my fancy as much as it was when I didn't actually live here. And I figure if any city can beat this one, New York has to.

So I asked him about moving there, and how difficult it would be, and he told me not to come without a specific career-oriented goal in mind, because if I went there without a purpose, I would get sucked in and never grow or leave. Career? I'm nowhere near ready to settle myself into a career. Job? I've got that. Good ol' Pagliacci Pizza. Keeping me warm and fed since September.

"But why are you still in the pizza business, when your mind could be put to much better use elsewhere?"

Well, he's got a point. As good as it is to have something solid to sustain me, I should at least be spending my free time trying to get myself somewhere better. I think I've accepted the Pizza Destiny, which has become a joke between me and my friends, more than I realized. Now that I'm not in school, I'm spending my time away from work just watching TV or reading blogs on my computer. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that it was an accomplishment to get myself back into reading in bed. And I'm not even reading new books! I'm just re-reading the Harry Potter series (which is still fantastic) for the umpteenth time! My lifestyle is worse than those of my pot-smoking, hipster, college-drop-out coworkers! I don't even hang out with friends! There's something wrong here, and it took a conversation with a friend on the other side of the country for me to realize just how bad it is.

Thank god I was on a crowded bus when I was talking to Matt, or I might have had a complete emotional breakdown.

So since that phone call, I've been trying to get myself to do things other than work and sleep and watch late-night television. I just started writing in a new journal yesterday. And before the end of the week, I want to get up to the Kennely Keys that's going out of business, to check out their keyboards and see if I can score a good deal on one. Hopefully I'll be looking more like this soon:
Matt and I in Barcelona with a couple of fruit granitas--the closest thing to Slurpees you can find in Spain.