one of my favorite people in the whole world, miss annie murphy, is best described as a perfect pancake. precisely constructed when you least expect it. (please refer to diagram for further detail)
Friday, July 25, 2008
p is for perfect
and pancake.
one of my favorite people in the whole world, miss annie murphy, is best described as a perfect pancake. precisely constructed when you least expect it. (please refer to diagram for further detail)
one of my favorite people in the whole world, miss annie murphy, is best described as a perfect pancake. precisely constructed when you least expect it. (please refer to diagram for further detail)
Monday, July 14, 2008
lost and hopefully found
While riding my bike to the park yesterday I lost my favorite scarf that was tied to my messenger bag. Perhaps someone while find it. They don't need to return it to me though. This is in hopes that I too someday might find a pretty silk scarf floating down a road, lost by a fellow biker. That would be great.
culturally unsettling
Saturday night my dear friend Greg Boudreau and I went on some biking adventures. The intent for the night was to check out the Ballard Art Walk, but in true Greg/Katie fashion much more ensued. The first of our unexpected gems of the night was a chance to show Greg my new favorite spot in Ballard. Some of you may have heard of the Little Ballard House; if you haven't and you are mildly to extremely alarmed by urban sprawl, then listen.
The Little Ballard House is located just adjacent to the Ballard bridge. In the wake of condo-mania and development madness in Ballard, one little old woman by the name of Edith Macefield chose not to sell her longtime home. Despite handsome offers from buyers and the pressures to sell, Edith insisted on staying in her home and was the only one to do so on her entire city block. Did this this stop construction of the new Trader Joe's and 24 Hour Fitness? Certainly not. They simply built around Edith's home.
I drive by this house everyday on my way to work. It is absolutely astounding and definitely one of those hidden urban secrets that I absolutely adore. Every time I think of that old Walt Disney cartoon where the city goes up all around the little house and the house gets depressed and lonely.
Sadly, Edith past away a few weeks back and no one knows for sure what will happen to the house since she didn't have any family she left it to. I hope this house is here for a long while (though, the use of extendable beams during construction would suggest otherwise). Or better still, I hope Greg makes a stencil of this scene. It really ought to be remembered in some way or form.
That was the first super cool stop of the night.
Then we went to Gasworks Park to try to find some friends. No luck. Then to Art Walk, where quite possibly the highlight of the night was a gallery featuring three year old art. Nope. Not art that's been installed for three years. This was art produced by a three year old. That's right folks, only in Ballard will you find artsy adults sipping wine amongst My Little Pony sticker encrusted "art." I loved it. I don't think Greg was too amused.
Lastly, we ventured over to King's for one (or two...) pitchers of beer. It was at this point in the night where I realized something about my friendship with Greg. We are the type of friends who don't just hangout. Our outings are more amply defined as "sessions." Our conversations evolve into masterful plans and lists of creative projects. Case in point, our night at King's produced two well thought out critiques of two business plans, discussion of at least three very likely future art projects and last, but not least, a plan for a most excellent cultural outing. We decided it would be super great if we gathered up our group of friends and had a weekend full of very culturally unsettling events. So far on our list: Ride the Duck (that hideously annoying tourist attraction in Seattle), the mall, Cabella's Super Store, dinner at Chili's and then to a monster truck pull. Who's in?
The Little Ballard House is located just adjacent to the Ballard bridge. In the wake of condo-mania and development madness in Ballard, one little old woman by the name of Edith Macefield chose not to sell her longtime home. Despite handsome offers from buyers and the pressures to sell, Edith insisted on staying in her home and was the only one to do so on her entire city block. Did this this stop construction of the new Trader Joe's and 24 Hour Fitness? Certainly not. They simply built around Edith's home.
I drive by this house everyday on my way to work. It is absolutely astounding and definitely one of those hidden urban secrets that I absolutely adore. Every time I think of that old Walt Disney cartoon where the city goes up all around the little house and the house gets depressed and lonely.
Sadly, Edith past away a few weeks back and no one knows for sure what will happen to the house since she didn't have any family she left it to. I hope this house is here for a long while (though, the use of extendable beams during construction would suggest otherwise). Or better still, I hope Greg makes a stencil of this scene. It really ought to be remembered in some way or form.
That was the first super cool stop of the night.
Then we went to Gasworks Park to try to find some friends. No luck. Then to Art Walk, where quite possibly the highlight of the night was a gallery featuring three year old art. Nope. Not art that's been installed for three years. This was art produced by a three year old. That's right folks, only in Ballard will you find artsy adults sipping wine amongst My Little Pony sticker encrusted "art." I loved it. I don't think Greg was too amused.
Lastly, we ventured over to King's for one (or two...) pitchers of beer. It was at this point in the night where I realized something about my friendship with Greg. We are the type of friends who don't just hangout. Our outings are more amply defined as "sessions." Our conversations evolve into masterful plans and lists of creative projects. Case in point, our night at King's produced two well thought out critiques of two business plans, discussion of at least three very likely future art projects and last, but not least, a plan for a most excellent cultural outing. We decided it would be super great if we gathered up our group of friends and had a weekend full of very culturally unsettling events. So far on our list: Ride the Duck (that hideously annoying tourist attraction in Seattle), the mall, Cabella's Super Store, dinner at Chili's and then to a monster truck pull. Who's in?
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