September 26th, 2004


shrouded journey north

Coming back from Bellingham last night the fog was amazingly dense. Pretty much zero visibility in spots. Thick enough that I briefly thought it was raining because of the droplets of condensation on the windshield - I'd never encountered that before. The sort of thing that is lovely to walk in, but kind of nerve-wracking to try and drive through. (Not enough so to keep me from dozing off on occasion, alas, though of course I wasn't driving. Perfect love and perfect trust, and parents that took me out in the car as an infant to get me to sleep.) It wasn't just along the various bodies of water, either - it wasn't until we got to the metropolis proper (and perhaps the stored heat thereof) that things cleared.

I had fun, even though I sat the poker proper out. Too big of a table, and too much Texas Hold'em - I blame the Poker Channel or whatever it's called. I'm mostly a 5-card draw girl myself. The flexibility of the game is a plus and a minus - and any card counting skills I gained in my bridge years have long vanished. But I got to see mykque's kick-ass home theatre, and chat with McJulie and JulieP, which I never get to do often enough. And simply spectating was pretty amusing. If nothing else, the Poker Channel validates the game as a spectator sport. Playing for money intimidates me still, I find - I took the contents of my change jar with me intending to participate, but bowed out at the last moment.

What lo, though, instead I hauled out my very rusty pizza preparation skillz. Yes, they used to pay me to cook pizza once upon a time - but it was always in an establishment that had a dough roller, so I had an awkward bit of wrestling with the dough to turn it from a sphere into a disc. So my pizza was gibbous -- so was the moon. So there. amnotsurly provided the dough, excellent as always. Spinach feta mushroom gorgonzola pine nuts artichoke hearts mozzarella, mmmm.

Now I'm quite strangely awake after about four hours of sleep. The next door neighbors have started their joyful noise, so it's just as well - my room is quite well insulated from sound with regard to the rest of the house, but sound from outside carries entirely too well. Perhaps soon I will remember what I was planning to occupy my day with today, and go do it.

afternoon meh

I got all motivated to go see Ghost in the Shell 2, to the extent of planning the bus trip - it's at the Uptown, so it would be pretty painless, the 21 turns into the 18 which goes to within a block of the theater. Then after I got ready, I discovered I didn't really feel like sitting on a bus and in a movie theater at the moment - plus I'm in the mood for something more mindless.

At the moment I'm considering the exciting adventure of walking to the store. There is a Thriftway at the bottom of the hill (to the west) where California and Fauntleroy and Morgan all meet; it's a fair walk, then I can take the bus back up the hill. If I time it right, that is - the 128 only runs once an hour on Sunday. That's what I get for trying to travel in an easterly direction, departing from the canonical doctrine of North-South.

Then I'll probably be able to manage a nap. Ooh, I should drag my laundry out of the dryer as well.

An odd question: anyone who has had braces - do you get to a point where you can use your incisors without discomfort for, well, anything? Mine are still quite sensitive.


One of the 'event warning' email lists I subscribe to sent out a message late last week that Mt. St. Helens was undergoing a swarm of earthquakes. Swarm? I thought, since somewhere along the line the word acquired the connotation of motility. Yes, the earth moves during earthquakes, but -- well, the more I think about it, though, it begins to make sense. A swarm of bees is full of movement and vibration, even when it isn't traveling anywhere in particular. I suppose the notion of a swarm does lend itself to the idea of motion in stasis.

Anyway, linguistic peculiarities aside, it sounds like the swarm of earthquakes may have been a precursor to less quirkily named geologic events. The Pacific Northwest Seismographic Network (which both UW and USGS are involved in) has issued a Notice of Volcanic Unrest. "Increased probability of explosions from the lava dome", even.

Terrafactive Armageddon indeed. When the earth rises up to throw off the shackles of her oppressors, it doesn't promise to be pretty. Ok, my tongue is pretty firmly in my cheek here, but I can see some of the millennialists having a field day. Earthquakes on the west coast, volcanos muttering to themselves under their breath; hurricanes on the east coast...

Do what you can to be safe, eh?