Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
We're currently sitting in the Seatac Airport waiting to fly out to New Orleans. It will be our second year there, and my third visit. We're headed down only one year after we left mainly because one our hobbies holds its big yearly U.S. convention there (incidentally, this is why we always disappear to Canada every year in March, when that country holds its yearly convention for the same club).
The Grand Masquerade, as it's called, is a weekend filled with pretending to be something we're not, whether that's vampires, or mages, or stranger things like Changelings or Sin Eaters. It's called live-action role-playing, or "LARPing", and it all looks a bit silly to outsiders. We grew up playing it, and never really stopped when we turned into (ostensible) grown-ups. At times it's hard to remember why it's fun, or used to be fun, and we spend lots of weekends riding scooters instead, or seeing concerts or movies or whatever.
Occasionally though, it works like it's supposed to work and we are reminded. The right group of players and their fictional personas come together, the right setting and circumstances converge, and everything meshes together to form what seems at times like a Shakesperean play that you are actually living. The tension and adrenalin and excitement is exhausting and addictive at the same time. Other times the mix doesn't work, and it just feels like hard work.
New Orleans is in some ways the perfect place for us to play, because the city knows this complicated dance very well; in some ways it's defined the city so long it's become a cliché. I'm speaking of jazz, of course, that complicated mess that often feels a bit loose and jangly and unpracticed. But get the right musicians together on the right night at the right club, and the result is a sound that will make you tingle and vibrate down to the deepest part of your soul.
That's why we're headed back to the sunken city of New Orleans. We're there to take our shot at playing a little jazz of a sort, with that thousand-to-one chance that we'll make some magic too.
Friday, September 9, 2011
We must have first met almost fourteen years ago, but it wasn't Love At First Sight. It took four years and the Buffy musical to make us friends; many late nights at Dennys to become best friends; a fateful road trip to make us even more. Eight years as a couple, five years as your bride, and a lifetime to enjoy with my best friend. I love you, Jon.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
|The sneaky Brit.|
You can't tell, but there's a Bonneville in that photo...
Hooray, I bought my new bike! It's a 2012 Triumph Bonneville, blacked out. 865cc (compare to the 110cc of my Symba), disc brakes (never had those before), fuel injected. It has "British Charm", like the fork lock and the ignition being different keys on opposite sides of the bike. It's the base model, which means no tach, fuel gauge, or thermometer.
But more importantly, it looks like the bikes I lusted after as a kid.
And I got to ring the bell at the dealership. That's important too :)
|There we go, now you can actually see it.|
Two posts in one day? I know, bad form...
I was wandering back from lunch today when I came across the Last Resort Fire Department, a museum inside the Seattle Fire Department headquarters in Pioneer Square. This all-volunteer group restores and preserves some the very early fire engines and equipment from Seattle's history.
I took a few shots of the exhibits inside, which you can see on Flickr.
Take Turkish street food by way of Berlin, Germany, transplanted to Seattle, and you get The Berliner Döner Kebab in Pioneer Square. If you're in Seattle and hungry for an amazing sandwich, this is a good place to start. Pictured here is the Fiery Kreuzberg, one of six tasty options. And yes, they do have a vegetarian version.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
We both passed the class, and are now qualified to operate geared motorcycles in parking lots with no oncoming traffic :p
PS: Scalpel totally aced both tests :)
PPS: The Blue Box of Doom continues to elude me. "What's in the box?"
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The Bonneville that I
It went... much better. As Scalpel pointed out beforehand, we know everything EXCEPT the clutch work, so the rest is easy and we can concentrate on that one thing. My hand still hurt by the end of the day, but I wasn't debating killing myself to get out of there, and sure my back hurts, but whatever. I won praise for my bike handling, and I only bombed the segment that I knew I would (those damned slaloms). I should be able to go back tomorrow and finally pass this damned thing, and go buy my Bonnie, and forget this whole thing ever happened :)
Friday, September 2, 2011
When Jon proposed, the engraving inside the ring he gave me suggested, "Let's have an adventure." So we're big on Adventures, the two of us. Not skydiving, cliff-jumping, dare devil type adventures, necessarily, though some have qualified as such, I suppose. But push your boundaries, step outside your comfort zone, try everything in case it's the best thing ever and how could you have lived with yourself for missing out, do it only with you by my side kind of adventures.
We hope you'll enjoy reading a few of them. We'll do our best to entertain :)
Let's talk about books that scare you. No, not the latest Sarah Palin volume; we're talking about books that you shouldn't read at night, books that cause a genuine sense of nervous dread. Our friend Jason Vanhee wrote such a book recently, and it's available for the Kindle for a limited time. Why limited? A publisher just optioned it for print, and that means the Kindle version will soon go the way of the dodo (at least for the foreseeable future). Natalie and I have both read it and enjoyed it, so go pick it up while you still can.