tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54109622233432811432024-03-05T17:55:41.218-08:00ccnomad flux capacitor ignitedCatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03788796783848163470noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410962223343281143.post-68226984740042709182020-11-25T11:02:00.003-08:002020-11-25T11:02:45.549-08:00test<p> hey marty :)</p>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03788796783848163470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410962223343281143.post-60446131573665215252019-11-09T19:09:00.001-08:002019-12-16T22:09:52.345-08:00Galleggiava SaturdayI have concocted a brunchy dessert/beverage, and dubbed it *drum roll, please*:<br />
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The Galleggiava.<br />
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I'm gonna fill out a bit more to this post, including origin story and photos, but in the meantime, here is the formula:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #38444d; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Enjoy </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #38444d; font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 15px; overflow: hidden; width: 15px;"><img alt="☕" height="15" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Ab6frOLhCu8Arq5WNb-CxztsEcIc-I9FNYuy9RDBgP5dKPsinHcGfkVLTORJkP8WKp8Vw-JT4pL7PHrGdKuka_X8XdC9TPZKp_H-M6S0C80fryDHcZ6p2rQ_xXavju1vkppusdhF" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="15" /></span></span><br />
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I'm gonna fire up this dumb old blog instead, & try to approach & use it a little more like Twitter. This means, I guess, short, frequent entries? Anyway, I hope that you guys I know online will stop by.<br />
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I put all my completed pieces of writing, such as they are, <a href="http://bit.ly/ccnomadhome" target="_blank">in one place </a>a couple days ago. I added a page called <a href="http://bit.ly/NotBirb" target="_blank">'Not Birb'</a>, which I intended to be a frequently updated approximation of a Twitter stream. But this was immediately problematic in ways I have exactly no idea how to fix. Instead, I wiped it clean & filled it in with what amounts to a blog post explaining my non-tweeting status, and linked its title to this very page. My dumb old blog.<br />
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So welcome & thanks for reading. I'm lurking at Twitter & I'm happy to DM there, but here's where I'm hanging out and actually typing. I expect it'll have a lot to do with food. I like food. And dogs, though I'm more inclined to leave <a href="https://twitter.com/dog_rates" target="_blank">pups</a> in the <a href="https://twitter.com/dog_feelings" target="_blank">paws</a> of the <a href="http://twitter.com/blairbraverman" target="_blank">experts</a>. I'm a devout believer in the arts & sciences, so they'll show up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by C.T.Thatch Brooklyn, 2014</td></tr>
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Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03788796783848163470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410962223343281143.post-68290179498741882832017-05-25T14:52:00.004-07:002023-08-17T10:54:33.661-07:00A Long Time Ago...<span style="font-size: large;">...just outside <a href="http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/4370" target="_blank">a weird, ugly building</a>,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The UA 150 70mm/35mm, Seattle. Contact me if this is your image.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I stood in line with two six-year-olds, a seven-year-old, my friend who had just turned nine, and a parent. I was eight. The line headed down 6th Avenue then wrapped around the corner as more people filled in behind us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My friend and a lot of the other kids in line were excited for reasons you might guess: the school year had just met its long-anticipated death and we were out to see a movie. A break in the routine. It was a warm, sunny day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But some of us were... <i>lit</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We knew. We knew something else was up, something bigger was happening. If you were a kid of a certain frequency, the crackle in the air was getting loud & roiling faster. The world had a different tint to it, a high watercolor plum. (I've wondered whether people like Prince are drawn to purples because there's something mystical about them. They seem to assert themselves around wonder & the extraordinary.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">#Damson Image thanks to <a href="https://www.willisorchards.com/" target="_blank">Willis Orchards</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We sank right into this magic & rode fast. Next to nothing was all the understanding we needed. This wasn't a thing of the head, it was <i>visceral</i>. And it connected us. It even caught some who were not tuned in. Even some adults. Something here was larger than the stuff of hours & days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And this is just about the <i>line of kids outside the theater</i>, which had begun forming before the screening prior to ours & would be hours long all day. It busted the first block & spilled to the next.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once we were in & seated, we waited seventeen goddamned years for the lights to go down, and then (spoiler alert): they did. I'll never forget it happening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D0ZQPqeJkk" target="_blank">John Williams slayed us all</a> & launched us into to a completely different life. It began with The Crawl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The Crawl image thanks to <a href="http://nerdist.com/" target="_blank">Nerdist</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No jaw was left unfloored. Many would not fully re-connect with their owners' heads until they went to sleep that night. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And that was just <i>music & reading</i>. So to get that, remember two things:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) <i>Lit</i>. We were not a just a bunch of excited summer kids. This was different, bigger & other, and now no matter who you were, if you were in that theater, crackling air was all your breath & skin would know for ninety minutes. You were on fire with the rest of us, and nothing felt ordinary anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) John Williams is superhuman, & music+memory is among the most potent & rich meanings of life as a human animal. We were welding that powerful music to this transcendent moment, and of that fusion arose a thing greater than the sum of its parts. <i>That</i> was The Force. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Infused with it to bursting, we witnessed the opening scene. Here it is. What happens between 0:15 and 0:32 <i>changed the way we see</i>.</span></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tRX4JFWffkM" width="320" youtube-src-id="tRX4JFWffkM"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">A number of the heads in the sea of people in front of us whipped around between 2:10 - 2:15 and found themselves looking squarely at the back wall of the theater. Can you imagine why that happened? They quickly re-whipped those eyeballs back to the screen. I didn't do this, but I could tell why those people did: their </span><i style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">brains were confused about where the vessels came from</i><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.ilm.com/" target="_blank">Industrial Light & Magic</a> didn't just skyrocket our VFX standards by degrees; <i>it re-wired our brains</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The emergence of Darth Vader (4:32) took me clear out of my skull. I wasn't in a seat at movie theater anymore. Seeing the cloak, watching him walk, turn his head, is burned into my brain for all time. I forgot myself, my life, and succumbed to the crackling air and the magic. I rode the rest of the experience like an E-Ticket ride that went on as long as you wanted to. The cheers & chills at the final scene were loud and crazy and completely involuntary & like never before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I would never be the same, and course the world would never be the same, and we could not shut up about it, and we still can't. There are few things in this life that make me truly, purely happy, but that's one of 'em. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Force will be with us, always.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">*light saber emoji*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">P.S. Now, for a slightly older kid's perspective, <a href="http://www.banalleakage.com/2017/05/25/throwback-thursday-star-wars-40th-anniversary/" target="_blank">go read Marty's post</a>!</span></div>
Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03788796783848163470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410962223343281143.post-85731667612376463352015-03-11T17:31:00.000-07:002015-03-11T17:31:13.535-07:00Literary Fireworks in a Cracked Article<span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">From a <a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_22114_5-brutal-realities-suffering-near-death-injury_p2.html?wa_user1=3&wa_user2=Weird+World&wa_user3=article&wa_user4=feature_module" target="_blank">"listicle" at Cracked</a>:</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“...I was on a ton of painkillers. If you've only had them for minor injuries and in smaller doses, you probably don't know about the hallucinations. By comparison, I was lucky: My roommate was tripping </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hard</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> on his drug cocktail. I saw little animals coming in and out of the buildings outside my window, but that poor guy was hollering about the CIA coming for him and trying to formulate elaborate escape plans. It got so bad that I called over a nurse and told her that my roommate needed psychiatric help.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>She told me I didn't have a roommate.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>I was in the room alone.</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I didn't believe it, she pulled out the security video of the room, which showed me talking to an empty bed. So either I'd hallucinated </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">so hard</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> that I hallucinated a whole other person's hallucinations, or the CIA is really, really thorough.”</span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Wild, sustained applause, Anonymous and <a href="http://www.cracked.com/members/Vercetti44/" target="_blank">Evan V. Symon</a>. Hat's off. The timing was cosmic. I'm taking myself out on a long-awaited, low & slow writing intensive tomorrow, my one day off this week. A date with an actual ink pen & a sheaf of erstwhile trees (and booze). And I am taking this tiny story as a reminder of what the fuck I am trying to do. Thank you. :)</span></span></span></div>
Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03788796783848163470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410962223343281143.post-50255820701690408642015-02-27T15:12:00.000-08:002015-04-23T16:43:20.841-07:00Of Ice Ghosts & Unlocked Passageways<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I felt like a Popsicle: A subfreezing rocket of wind hammered my forehead every with every step I took during the Siberian Express snowstorm a few days ago. I turned a corner into the protection of some buildings and thought, 'Whew, so relieved'. But then, '<i>R</i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>elieved</i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>? It's still four degrees Fahrenheit!</i></span><span style="font-size: large;">'</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Hey, I'm cold-hardy, but <i>wow</i> is this </span><span style="font-size: large;">tiresome</span><span style="font-size: large;">. And when you are a weather-spoiled Seattleite, you get to feeling like, right, this shit is just not even called for.</span><br />
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Attempting to escape the shrieking attempted murder of a -15F Abominable Ice Ghost. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">New York City feels like home to me in an old, deep way. I will write at some point about what that means and why it was necessary to come live here. But starting now, I'm hunting, collecting & cataloging this city rather than passively soaking it in. Because? Because I'm heading back to Seattle. One more glorious NYC spring, one more scorching NYC summer, then home at the end of August.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Getting knocked senseless by lethal Arctic weather definitely spurred this decision, its timing (to some extent), & made it easier than it would have been, but. But, there's this whole other thing. About that, if you're so inclined, after the jump. </span><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, stuff you'd find anywhere, only the New York version: Weather. Renting a place or going to the doctor. Getting certified for a job, that sort of thing. Like most people, I'd wish that stuff were as mild a pain in the ass as possible. In NYC, these things tend to be painful, fraught, competitive, expensive, occasionally just exasperating. I've routinely had to get over myself, feeling lame & inadequate in the soaring & unbreakable Gotham.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">And I do get over it. I've taken lots of heart, I've bucked up & plowed ahead. But when I got home from that ice storm & warmed my bones, I started thinking about the complex & competitive sport of NYC affordable apartment hunting. My kid Tony is moving back Stateside in Autumn - how do I help him navigate this process when I'm still so lost even on my own? Everything I understand so far makes it seem damn near impossible anyway, <i>very</i> long & complicated. We'd have to be lucky. It'd be a rocky process that could take the wrong amount of time, and the possibility of failing is too ominously real</span><span style="font-size: large;">. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I want to do better for my kid than an iffy, dread-filled, Ice Ghost-inhabited welcome home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And of course, I can. With a somehow magical sip of coffee, BAM, I just dropped the whole thought. A lock in my head loosed up & slid free. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a path to Seattle (hey, there's Mt. Rainier). The dread vanished. And as a sweet bonus, a future of New York winters just fell away like a stack of angry calendars tossed from a skyscraper. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I let New York fall away as Tony's starting point, I was vastly relieved and the world felt like it was falling into place. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I knew where to begin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The East Coast & New York, as ever, ain't goin' nowhere, and I can go splash around in them (and head to Europe) when the weather suits me & steady on my feet in Seattle. Tony can experience those things too, as he likes, but he'll be launching himself out of his mom's hometown.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I am so excited for a MILD WINTER I could collapse with joy. :D</span>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03788796783848163470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410962223343281143.post-88224719360515998522013-02-09T09:02:00.000-08:002013-02-09T09:02:21.884-08:00How To Operate A Television SetI just read the inimitable <a href="https://twitter.com/dboshea">@dboshea's</a> post <a href="http://danielboshea.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/you-arent-a-pirate-youre-a-thief-asshole/">"You aren't a 'pirate', you're a thief. asshole"</a>, which I applauded most wildly. You will see, in doing so yourself (reading the post, not applauding), why I was reminded of this bit in my project *"Mercury":<br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.8766225755680352" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I learned, along with millions of other kids born in the throes of Generation X, to wake up at 5:30 a.m. on Saturday mornings. I skated down the stairs to the main floor, whirled around to the next flight and scampered to the basement. I turned on the television. Back in those days, you had to physically walk up to the television in order to perform this operation. So far as I can recall, a “knob” was involved. This was a thing not entirely unlike a button in that it protruded from the set, but – and stay with me, here – you would have to grasp it, with your index finger and thumb, and twist it slightly until you felt a snap. A glowing white dot would then appear at the center of the screen, and after a few moments, the techy, ghostly thing would expand miraculously into an already moving image. You did not break contact with the knob at this point, no; you would then continue twisting it slowly to the right until you heard sound emit from the speaker of the television. Continue twisting, and when the desired volume was reached, you were finished. Unless of course the image was of some dumb balding guy in a maroon polyester blazer, an unnatural void at his back, brow knit, voice weighted just so, head cocked professionally to one side and hands sloughing a sheaf of papers perhaps a bit too ceremoniously onto a particle board desk or tabletop. In that case, you would turn your focus to a second, larger knob, this one marked out with numbers, 2 through 13. You grasped the dial and snapped a little arrow from one number to the next, until you found Looney Tunes. Then, you were finished. </i></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I feel grateful, <a href="http://danielboshea.wordpress.com/">Dan</a>: This is a project that I've been having hard time facing, like a past due bill or an awkward acquaintance. Your words had me unearthing the file, opening it up and looking it square in the i's (dotted, the lot of them) and t's (crossed). I'm now drawn entirely back in. Thank you for that. </span><br />
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