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noshes and nostalgia
Aug. 13th, 2018 10:04 amFriday night & Saturday: I finished drying all the food I wanted to dry for Burning Man. I think the fresh weight of all of that was about twenty pounds. Mind you, that includes all that lost water and the cores, peels, and stems of fruits & vegetables. Nevertheless, I think I'm OK for food.
Much clean. I don't want to come home to a dirty place.
I finished Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, the guy who wrote The Remains of the Day. It's set in a slightly alternative late twentieth century where people figured out how to clone humans in the 1950s. That means there are lots of clones running around whose sole reason for existence is organ donation. This is the story of some of the luckier clones, and it's not happy.
Leaving aside the suspension of disbelief necessary for this massive violation of medical ethics - although, given the recent treatment of asylee children, maybe it's not that far-fetched - Ishiguro, true to form, turns this epic injustice into a boarding school psychodrama, something that he does pretty well. The young characters seem to have an awful lot of guile and subterfuge in them, but then again I was never raised as a girl in an English public school. Did I like it? Yes, with the reservations noted. Did it creep me out? Yes.
I went out to the Monkey Loft and couldn't find it in me to stay out past 0200 to hear Garth, but I did get to talk to Riz Rollins. He tells me that when he drives to the Burn, he stays in Ashland, which he recommends as not being creepy like other southern Oregon towns (He mentioned Medford). Wayell, I've heard that even Ashland isn't ideal, and besides, I already have a hotel reservation in Klamath Falls. Good to know for later, though.
Sunday: I dressed sexy and took the Tickler to the Museum of History and Industry. But as she fought traffic to get to me, I noticed a party boat docked right next to the museum. It is the M/V Hiyu, which I believe to have been a Washington state ferry. I rode a similar-looking boat by the same name with Ex in 1994, the year before we were married, in the San Juan Islands. I haven't been to the San Juans since, and seeing the Hiyu was truly a blast from my past. The Tickler says boats that small on the open sea* freak her out, but I just checked, and the smallest boat WSF now runs has double the car capacity of the Hiyu.
I'd forgotten how much I love MOHAI. Old photos, old stuff, kooky local factoids. We barely got through before closing time, and I must admit to being a jerk with the periscope as they were kicking us out. Hey, I wanted to see MoPOP.
Dinner at Itto's because MOHAI is surrounded by Amazonia. Always right on. The Tickler lived up to her moniker, and reminded me in other ways how sweet & wonderful she is. I took the bus home and got stuck in sportsball traffic downtown. Still, it was an awesome date.
*The San Juans aren't quite in the open sea. They're at the northern, open end of Puget Sound, so they should get some sheltering effect from the Olympic Peninsula and Vancouver Island to the southwest and northwest, respectively.
Much clean. I don't want to come home to a dirty place.
I finished Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, the guy who wrote The Remains of the Day. It's set in a slightly alternative late twentieth century where people figured out how to clone humans in the 1950s. That means there are lots of clones running around whose sole reason for existence is organ donation. This is the story of some of the luckier clones, and it's not happy.
Leaving aside the suspension of disbelief necessary for this massive violation of medical ethics - although, given the recent treatment of asylee children, maybe it's not that far-fetched - Ishiguro, true to form, turns this epic injustice into a boarding school psychodrama, something that he does pretty well. The young characters seem to have an awful lot of guile and subterfuge in them, but then again I was never raised as a girl in an English public school. Did I like it? Yes, with the reservations noted. Did it creep me out? Yes.
I went out to the Monkey Loft and couldn't find it in me to stay out past 0200 to hear Garth, but I did get to talk to Riz Rollins. He tells me that when he drives to the Burn, he stays in Ashland, which he recommends as not being creepy like other southern Oregon towns (He mentioned Medford). Wayell, I've heard that even Ashland isn't ideal, and besides, I already have a hotel reservation in Klamath Falls. Good to know for later, though.
Sunday: I dressed sexy and took the Tickler to the Museum of History and Industry. But as she fought traffic to get to me, I noticed a party boat docked right next to the museum. It is the M/V Hiyu, which I believe to have been a Washington state ferry. I rode a similar-looking boat by the same name with Ex in 1994, the year before we were married, in the San Juan Islands. I haven't been to the San Juans since, and seeing the Hiyu was truly a blast from my past. The Tickler says boats that small on the open sea* freak her out, but I just checked, and the smallest boat WSF now runs has double the car capacity of the Hiyu.
I'd forgotten how much I love MOHAI. Old photos, old stuff, kooky local factoids. We barely got through before closing time, and I must admit to being a jerk with the periscope as they were kicking us out. Hey, I wanted to see MoPOP.
Dinner at Itto's because MOHAI is surrounded by Amazonia. Always right on. The Tickler lived up to her moniker, and reminded me in other ways how sweet & wonderful she is. I took the bus home and got stuck in sportsball traffic downtown. Still, it was an awesome date.
*The San Juans aren't quite in the open sea. They're at the northern, open end of Puget Sound, so they should get some sheltering effect from the Olympic Peninsula and Vancouver Island to the southwest and northwest, respectively.
