I have so much to report, it's almost overwhelming...

Let's start with today's picnic on Lower Kerry Park. KidMetro set up a "housewarming" picnic for five of us at a grassy park near his new flat. The sun was out, the temps in the mid 70's...heaven. We ate well. Well, what can one expect with Andy's sister, AJ at the helm of the food department? ( Read more... )

I haven't felt this creatively alive in years. Vince and I wrote comedy for 3 hours on Thursday, practicing the old Premise + Act Out + Mix + Act Out formula. I left exhausted from laughing so hard. This was following a night of improv with my new playgroup on Wednesday (my latest passion!). I met Vince's improv buddy at long last after months of ( Read more... )

...I've had motion sickness all day. This ache between my eyes and nauseous feeling just won't go away. I was playing Tetris on my Kyocera phone the entire bumpy bus ride to work and I swear I still want to puke 12 hours later!

On a positive note, I signed up for E-music at KidMetro's recommendation. Wasn't a good sign that nine out of ten artists ( Read more... )

Went to KidMetro's last night to pick up an extra bus pass he was giving me (I'm so well taken care of). Was the first time I'd seen his place since he moved his stuff in. It's gorgeous. Like Apartment Therapy gorgeous. He out-metroes any guy I know in Seattle. I was pleased to see on display the terracotta colored tazzos I gave him for his ( Read more... )

Picked up Melio from the airport yesterday. She's one of the only people I know who's leaving New York. Seemed to be a large Seattle exodus moving to NYC a few years ago, she is the first of those wanderers to wander back.

We weren't in the car but 10 minutes before Melio's direct questions got me sharing about my weekend retreat and shock from  ( Read more... )

So this weekend during the SMUT artists' retreat I was gently criticized for being guarded, for using performance as a tool to distance myself from people ( Read more... )

It has occurred to me that I might be happier in a place like Central Europe. My teacher salary would be higher there than in Italy since fewer people want to be in Bulgaria or Romania, and I could travel to places in Western Europe during holidays.

Ah, balance twixt what's practical and what's romantic...now we're getting somewhere.

KidMetro is looking for a stovetop macchiato so's I send him to the dusty joint in Pioneer Square with a warning about their business style. He calls promptly after his visit to report, "The old man tried to dissuade me from buying anything. He only answered my stovetop questions when I assured him I didn't have any money with me today."

He and I ( Read more... )

I dreamed last night I killed James Gandolfini. He was trying to assissinate a group of my friends, so we rallied together to shoot him. Then I had to kill a little boy in India with a plastic knife. I stabbed him and twisted the knife in his chest while his grandmother stood next to me and watched. I don't know if he died, but the grandma's ( Read more... )

Last summer when my stovetop macchiato needed a new gasket, Carolyn turned me on to a coffee dealer in a Pioneer Square side street. She gave me the whereabouts along with the warning, "It's a weird place, hard to find, and they're only open during the day weekdays." She was right. The place was hard to find, had shitty hours, and was at best, ( Read more... )