I thought last week I would be able to catch up on everything, but that turned out not to be the case. However, it was for a good reason..
Last Sunday I wrote a long-time friend of mine, Nate, an email telling him that there was an opening at the Tyler Street Coffee House for an assistant chef. He said he was interested and on Wednesday he drove down from Burlington, WA with resume in hand. Gael and I met him at the Tyler and Tim (the chef and owner) interviewed him. Not knowing yet if he got the job we walked uptown to check out an apartment for rent for him. It was being rented out by an old lady with excitable dogs and a Christian cross on the gate. Nate decided it wasn't for him so walked up to Aldrich's to find food for dinner. Nate ended up cooking a beautiful & delicious pasta for us that evening and we ate it with red wine and stout. We spent most of the night talking, or rather me doing a lot of listening with my head on a pillow because I was still so exhausted from my insomnia and work week.
Nate stayed the night and the next day we ate lunch at the Tyler (goat cheese and smoked salmon scones.. wow) and wandered around town. We perused the giant used book store and uncovered a few gems. Nate bought a considerable stack of books, while I settled for only two. But I wrote down the titles of nearly a dozen to go back for. I bought The Pathology of Power by Norman Cousins and Mrs. Chippy's Last Expedition: The Remarkable Journal of Shackleton's Polar-Bound Cat
by Caroline Alexander. I figured some light reading was a good idea after all the depressing war stuff I've been ingesting for the past few months (I had to stop reading Looking For Trouble before bed and at work because it was upsetting me too much), though I have read that the story is a tear-jerker at the end. :) At the bookstore Dad ran into some artist friends of ours, Cory and Catska, who invited us up to their studio. We checked out their artwork which was quite incredible. They do the artwork for Bookworm Bookmarks and sci-fi book covers for fun and to help support themselves. They're also members of a local funk band called Wasufu. Catska (who is from Uzbekistan) is the lead singer and plays the electric guitar. When she performs she usually dons a giant afro wig and tall platform boots.
Cedar by Catska Ench Forest Cathedral by Cory Ench
Oldest Memory by Cory Ench Flametree by Cory Ench
We decided to catch the matinee showing of Monsoon Wedding at the Rose Theatre. I absolutely loved it, we all did. It was exactly what I needed and even made me cry, which I didn't expect. I started daydreaming about having an Indian-style or at least Indian-influenced wedding. Months ago I had already considered a bridal sari instead of the traditional western dress.
Afterwards we had a few beers at Siren's and processed and discussed the movie. We began discussing other films and then somehow Nate and I started talking about Trigger Happy TV. While I was in London last year Nate was there for a few weeks visiting his mother. He ended up catching a few episodes of Trigger Happy and rapidly became a fan. It's truly one of the funniest shows I have ever seen. I have all of last season's episodes recorded, but unfortunately it's all in PAL and not NTSC so I can't watch them here.
That evening we ate leftover pasta for dinner and watched Danzón, which was recommended to my parents by the museum curators in Mexico City. I had a little difficulty watching it because I was so tired and Monsoon Wedding was still swirling in my mind, but I enjoyed it. It was a very subtle movie with beautiful cinematography.
Nate ended up spending the night again. The next morning he confessed to me that he didn't want to leave. Port Townsend is an easy town to fall in love with for both its beauty and the community. This is the first spring I've spent here (I was in London for the last few springs) and it is incredibly beautiful. It's sunny, the air is warm and sweetened with the smell of magnolias and lilacs, the water is bright blue and dotted with many sailboats. It's making me a little reluctant to move to London again at the end of summer.
The free time I've had before and after Nate's visit has mostly been spent in bed sleeping or reading. Today I'm finally feeling caught up with my sleep and I am going to make an attempt at replying to my email.
Lovely, lovely pictures, especially Oldest Memory, which I had trouble believing was computer-generated!
And they did covers for Aegypt and Love And Sleep, two books by John Crowley, one of my favorite writers ... too bad that they are currently only in print as e-books and not in paper :-(
I hope the insomnia is receding. Try valerian, it helps me, although my trouble isn't as severe as yours.
I think it was "Oldest Memory" that I saw a print of in their studio. I only saw one of the fractal pieces. It is really gorgeous.
I was certain I had heard of Aegypt before, perhaps you had mentioned it in your journal in the past? I'm not sure where else I would know the title from.
These last few nights I've slept wonderfully. I'm hoping the trend continues *crosses fingers*.
Whoah! Yeah, nice pictures.
I somehow got to miss Monsoon Wedding when it was on here, as I do with 95% of the films I want to see, but your mention of a wedding sari struck a chord - a few years ago (just before Rowan was born) Gill and I used to live in East Ham, surrounded by Indian, Bangladeshi and Sri Lankan shops. There was one in particular, a very upmarket clothes shop, which used to have the most gorgeous modern saris in the window - Gill always said that she wanted to wear one at her wedding (although now I think she's more inclined to see whether she can get a Vivienne Westwood dress in the sales).
I once bought myself a pyjama kurtha from the shop across the road from there... wore it to my job interview at what was then Hard Media, got the job, the pyjama suit went down in history (still well remembered today) and my life was changed.
I miss a lot of good movies that pass through this town, but I made a point of making sure to see Monsoon Wedding. I'm such a Bollywood sucker anyway.. even though this wasn't really a typical Bollywood flick, it still had the same spirit and music.
What turned me onto the wedding sari idea was spending time in South Hall, London. I saw some absolutely stunning ones there with intricate beadwork and embroidery. It's harder to come by saris in this part of the world, though. I would probably have to go to Vancouver, B.C. or mail order it.. not sure how comfortable I am with that.
Vivienne Westwood is lovely too. Ahh I don't know, I've had visions of dresses dancing in my head. I'm not sure what I want. I'm hoping when I look around in Seattle this month that something will catch my eye.
Haha that's great you wore the kurtha to a job interview. :)
Wow - Southall... after my first trip to India I used to go there almost weekly with Katie, my girlfriend at the time. We were both consumed with Indiaphilia. Katie was an art student at the time, focusing on fashion and textiles, and used to buy up loads of cheap sari material from the numerous fabric shops on the main drag in Southall. She made me a pair of trousers and matching pillbox hat from some gaudy-as-hell gold-embroidered red silk.
I love Bollywood stuff too. When Gill and I were in Delhi we went to see a film... I forget the name, but it was about an intelligent car, kinda like a Herbie movie. It was really strange being the only white people, and Gill being the only female, in a cinema packed with thousands of little rickshaw drivers... on the way out they crowded around us pinching and poking to see if we were real... bit scary. The film was great, even though we didn't understand a word.
Southall, I can never remember if it's one or two words. :) I've been borderline obsessed with India for awhile now. A girlfriend of mine spent several months there learning traditional Indian dance.. I'm a little envious of her experiences. Reading Arundhati Roy books doesn't help either, she writes so vividly about the country.
Max's family are friends with an Indian family who now live in the UK. A couple years ago they gave his mother 6 long rolls of fabric and she gave them to me. I want to make something out of them, but they're so beautiful I'm hesitant to bring scissors anywhere near them. I'm going to make sure I'm 100% confident with my sewing ability before trying anything.
Understanding the dialogue isn't usually necessary to get the gist of most Bollywood films. The plot lines tend to be so similar. Although the talking car angle is a new one for me, you've piqued my curiosity. :)
Did you look around on Cory's website at all? There are a few more paintings along the theme of "Forest Cathedral".. all quite beautiful. I saw FC in person, but not the others. It's even better when you can see all the little details.