No One’s Home.
Technically, that's not true, TheBoy is at home. I am currently in Tacoma, Washington about to get ready for the day and head on to Whidbey Island, Washington. We drove up Thursday, had dinner in Seattle on Thursday night. Then we spent yesterday at the library. Note to everyone: the Tacoma Public Library is full of people who talk/sing to themselves for hours. Oy. I found a lot of good article relating to my thesis, so I feel good.
Yesterday afternoon involved a trip to the Museum of Glass. It was really neat, we sat in the hot shop for awhile watching the artist in residence [Angelo Filomeno] direct the hot shop crew in making pieces for a life-sized black glass skeleton. With horns, of course. There were some amazing pieces of his in one of the galleries, my favorite was this embroidered moth with diamonds and other sparkly bits on white silk, and the wings were skulls...It was amazing. Breathtaking even.
There were also these neat taxidermied peacocks hanging upside down by their feet, with streamers of red beads flowing downward from their beak. Then, there was a glass "puddle" complete with little glass blood droplets and a mosquito underneath. It sounds gross but was really beautiful.
We also went look for books on the history of Tacoma [no luck there] and visited Union Station, so the fabulous Kristi could see the inside. Then we had dinner in Kent with TheFabK's childhood neighbors. Great food, great conversation. It was a lot of fun.
The only think that I hate about traveling is that I have trouble sleeping in a strange bed. So, I haven't slept well in the past two nights. I wake up a lot and just generally can't get to sleep to a point where I'm actually getting rested. I'll be home in my own bed tomorrow night and things will be much better.
Wild Thing
4 ounces of superwash merino, approximately 115 yards [worsted to bulky weight.] Roving from Crown Mountain Farms in the Wild Thing colorway.
Viva Las Vegas.
I got my new iPod on Monday. It's still in the wrapper because I am terrified of scratching it before my new case arrives from iFrogz.com. However, I brought it to work with me today and I was looking to see if Via Con Me got copied onto it (it didn't, I must not have transferred it correctly when I took it from my powerbook to the desktop.) Then, I decided to just hit play on the next song. Ended up skipping two and then coming to a short pause on a remix of Viva Las Vegas by Elvis.
Then I skip.
Viva Las Vegas; this time Bruce Springsteen.
Skip again.
Viva Las Vegas; covered by Dead Kennedys.
Skip again.
Viva Las Vegas; the ZZ Top cover.
Skip again.
Viva Las Vegas; original Elvis variety.
That is five versions of the same Elvis song. It's not even a song that I really love. It's good once in a while, but five songs worth? That's crazy talk. Also, I think I'll have to vote the Dead Kennedys version my favorite of the five. I currently have a total of 4023 songs on my iPod, which is more than I can remember what is there. And, it's not even half full. Who really needs the 60gB version, and can they find anything on it? I mean, really!