So, uh, I figured out where I’m going to be this time next year, I think. (On a temporary basis, that is.*) Behold:
Here is a fact about me: I listen to a fuckton of podcasts. When I walk to and from work, when I play with the cats, when I do most things that don’t involve reading or writing words (as, then, that part of my brain is occupied). Today, whilst making therapeutic soup (it’s a thing), I caught up on a couple episodes of Escape Pod. I’d fallen behind due to my trip to Hawaii and last month’s deep dive into the Welcome to Night Vale archives. Escape Pod is generally a pretty good bet – short scifi, picked by people who seem to share a lot of my preferences about it. But I was happy in a way I really needed yesterday afternoon to find that both stories I listened to – “Loss, with Chalk Diagrams” and “Thirty Seconds from Now” – were just kind of… great. Exactly the themes that make my sensitive little heart soar, and well done.
And now I have finally done what they urge us to do in most every episode: blogged about them. I’ve given them money too, but this has its own satisfaction.
And if you need more audio goodness – ever – you should go to Audio-Drama.com.
Seattle is lucky to have Henry Chamberlain, and Ballard is lucky that he decided to theme his 24-hour comic for this year around it.
Hey, we’re in this!
Have I mentioned that I love the application of math and other practical skills to things that are deeply absoludicrous? Because I do. And thus I love this.
If you have needed a measurement of just how soft my nougaty core is, behold:
Oh, I do love this so much. And yes, this kind of thing was one of the highlights of Paris for me. There’s a fine line between gratuitous PDA and this kind of lovely thing, and you can find lots of examples of the good kind at My Modern Met, one of my current favorites.
1. It has a name (shoefiti!), and 2. it has no single assigned meaning. Explore both in this rad short documentary.
It’s been a feature of my life that I feel a little offset from whatever my proper time would be, but I genuinely believe my life is poorer for not being able to spend large chunks of time taking in the utter weirdness that flowed so freely from 80s and 90s Seattle public access. Of course, we have YouTube, but it’s not quite the same.
Ok, so first I heard this NPR story (yes, during that post-Hawaii podcast catchup), and I was like :D, and I informed my bestie that I would be coming to New York to see her and this exhibit when it moves there from Washington next year. And then I found this map that pairs these pictures with their geographical locations and current appearances and was like :DDDDD. And then I had to have four newly grown mouths removed, and it was quite painful and expensive. But I’m still going to see this exhibit.
*For now? Shit, I have no idea.