ironymaiden: (joe metro)
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1. What is your current main mode of transportation? e.g. car, bike, subway, walking etc.
I'm car-free and multi-modal. Toss up between bus and walking.

2. Are you satisfied with your current main mode of transportation (answer to question 1)? Why?
Yes. I like reading and knitting, I don't like stop and go driving or hunting for parking.

3. Do you think you'll change your means of transit soon? e.g. buy a car, get rid of your car, walk more etc.? If so why?
No.

4. If time distance and money were not factors how do you prefer to get from point A to point B?
train. (we have talked about moving to light rail.)

5. What was your worst transit experience?
depending on a taxi that never arrived.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
Today's bus driver is on the PA nonstop. He has a song or pop culture reference for every stop, and lists off key landmarks like the KFC/Taco Bell.*
Occasionally a wave of giggles rolls through the bus as he riffs on things like Gilligan's Island.



*people are *always* looking for that KFC. I can't figure out if it's the food or a drug dealer hangout. Probably both.
ironymaiden: (Default)
at the Egyptian for Sweet Crude.

had happy hour dinner at the Can-Can and saw my first bar absinthe service. they have a glass water container on a pedastal full of chilled water with two taps. they set a glass of absinthe with the slotted spoon and a sugar cube under the tap and turn on a drip of water until the sugar cube melts. very theatrical and cool to watch. i was busy having a delicious negroni and salad. it looks like they have five or six different absinthes, including the local one, so it might be a good place to try them.

the bus ride up included a pet rabbit and a longsword. dude had the rabbit on top of the carrier and the lady across the aisle was feeding it bits of her salad. awesome. the guy with the longsword appeared to be on his way to or from some kind of practice because it was in a scabbard and he had on gym clothes and a big gym bag. there was also a huge dog that looked like it might be a wolf cross, but it was well-trained enough to make no move toward the bunny.

local film, so the theater is hopping and i got a free coffee card on the way in. my local coffee shop helped to finance the film. iiirc the filmmakers were detained by the Nigerian government, so i have reasonably high hopes for the content, if no expectations for actual quality based on my previous experience with local films at the festival...yet i still keep trying them.

film was good, but people clapping at every name in the credits and hissing when they saw Dubya on screen (our long national nightmare is over - so grow up) got on my nerves. i was fighting a headache, so i was not in the right frame of mind for the crowd. also, subject matter not suited to jubilant cheerings. it is, essentially, a message in a bottle from a group of people who have been treated criminally by their government and big business, and ignored or painted as savages or terrorists by the American media. the filmmaker is working on getting a screening done for Congress. i hope it happens.

because of the headache i headed home after and crashed.
ironymaiden: (Default)
at the Egyptian for Sweet Crude.

had happy hour dinner at the Can-Can and saw my first bar absinthe service. they have a glass water container on a pedastal full of chilled water with two taps. they set a glass of absinthe with the slotted spoon and a sugar cube under the tap and turn on a drip of water until the sugar cube melts. very theatrical and cool to watch. i was busy having a delicious negroni and salad. it looks like they have five or six different absinthes, including the local one, so it might be a good place to try them.

the bus ride up included a pet rabbit and a longsword. dude had the rabbit on top of the carrier and the lady across the aisle was feeding it bits of her salad. awesome. the guy with the longsword appeared to be on his way to or from some kind of practice because it was in a scabbard and he had on gym clothes and a big gym bag. there was also a huge dog that looked like it might be a wolf cross, but it was well-trained enough to make no move toward the bunny.

local film, so the theater is hopping and i got a free coffee card on the way in. my local coffee shop helped to finance the film. iiirc the filmmakers were detained by the Nigerian government, so i have reasonably high hopes for the content, if no expectations for actual quality based on my previous experience with local films at the festival...yet i still keep trying them.

film was good, but people clapping at every name in the credits and hissing when they saw Dubya on screen (our long national nightmare is over - so grow up) got on my nerves. i was fighting a headache, so i was not in the right frame of mind for the crowd. also, subject matter not suited to jubilant cheerings. it is, essentially, a message in a bottle from a group of people who have been treated criminally by their government and big business, and ignored or painted as savages or terrorists by the American media. the filmmaker is working on getting a screening done for Congress. i hope it happens.

because of the headache i headed home after and crashed.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
while i was waiting for the bus today, a pretty tough-looking white guy walked up to the stop. okay, he was trying to look tough, with close cropped hair and beard, and wannabe rapper sweats and shoes.

he looks all grim and cool and reaches into his pocket for his pack of smokes.

and then a ferret head pops out of the pocket. he's trying to casually put the little dude back, but in short order it's wiggling everywhere and he has to let it out on top of the newspaper boxes so his hands are free for the cigarette.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
while i was waiting for the bus today, a pretty tough-looking white guy walked up to the stop. okay, he was trying to look tough, with close cropped hair and beard, and wannabe rapper sweats and shoes.

he looks all grim and cool and reaches into his pocket for his pack of smokes.

and then a ferret head pops out of the pocket. he's trying to casually put the little dude back, but in short order it's wiggling everywhere and he has to let it out on top of the newspaper boxes so his hands are free for the cigarette.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
get real-time Metro bus info from a voice that sounds like Stephen Hawking. all you need is a regular cel phone and a Metro bus stop with a schedule posted.

phone stuff here.

web stuff here. (a replacement for the sadly dead Bus Monster)

used it tonight, worked beautifully.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
get real-time Metro bus info from a voice that sounds like Stephen Hawking. all you need is a regular cel phone and a Metro bus stop with a schedule posted.

phone stuff here.

web stuff here. (a replacement for the sadly dead Bus Monster)

used it tonight, worked beautifully.

siff day 5

May. 28th, 2008 12:27 pm
ironymaiden: (siff 2k7)
Mongol
this film is an Academy Award nominated origin story epic about Tamudjin, the man who would become Genghis Khan. it's a pan-Asian cast, performing in Mongolian. (Honglei Sun as the blood brother was awesome. saw him previously in Seven Swords and then he was in the very next film, below.) nice love story and great mounted combat, all filmed on the steppes with little-to-no special effects (the credits were cut off due to time concerns, so i could not confirm or deny). it's bloody, and never sentimental, but it has a strong emotional core in Tamudjin's relationships with his blood brother and his wife. this is getting a release, and should be seen on the big screen.
the projector bulb blew right before the end, so we all missed a few beats, and then they killed the credits to bring out the director. (and cut off the sort of techno closer music with throatsinging. must seek out soundtrack.) the director interview was good, but too brief. Sergei Bodrov is wise and funny, but with a mediocre microphone/Russian accent/mild stutter getting in the way, we had to concentrate extra-hard to hear him and the Q&A pace was slow. it was wonderful that he could attend and saw a packed house.

in between films i ate a bagel dog out of desperation. but i kind of liked it. fear me.

Blood Brothers
this is what you get when you put gangster movies and westerns in a blender in Shanghai.
it's all style and gunplay, with a weak veneer of family saga and doomed romance. there are sumptuous period costumes and some cool shootouts, and at least one pointed visual reference to The Godfather. ultimately forgettable except for some of the club scene costuming. a rental.

the trip home was complicated by a man who must have been seven feet tall, in a motorized wheelchair that was made for a much smaller person. getting his trailing legs onto the bus lift was challenge one (apparently there are sensors that will stop the lift if something is touching them) and then there was challenge two of backing into place once on the bus. can't really help him, shouldn't get upset as my sleep time keeps draining away, fascinated by the way he seems to just let his feet drag rather than putting them on the footrests, trying to let him live his life and not stare. his companion seemed to be pointedly ignoring him, almost as if they had just fought. everybody on the bus was remarkably cool, and the driver was the most patient and helpful-but-not-smothering that i've ever seen.

siff day 5

May. 28th, 2008 12:27 pm
ironymaiden: (siff 2k7)
Mongol
this film is an Academy Award nominated origin story epic about Tamudjin, the man who would become Genghis Khan. it's a pan-Asian cast, performing in Mongolian. (Honglei Sun as the blood brother was awesome. saw him previously in Seven Swords and then he was in the very next film, below.) nice love story and great mounted combat, all filmed on the steppes with little-to-no special effects (the credits were cut off due to time concerns, so i could not confirm or deny). it's bloody, and never sentimental, but it has a strong emotional core in Tamudjin's relationships with his blood brother and his wife. this is getting a release, and should be seen on the big screen.
the projector bulb blew right before the end, so we all missed a few beats, and then they killed the credits to bring out the director. (and cut off the sort of techno closer music with throatsinging. must seek out soundtrack.) the director interview was good, but too brief. Sergei Bodrov is wise and funny, but with a mediocre microphone/Russian accent/mild stutter getting in the way, we had to concentrate extra-hard to hear him and the Q&A pace was slow. it was wonderful that he could attend and saw a packed house.

in between films i ate a bagel dog out of desperation. but i kind of liked it. fear me.

Blood Brothers
this is what you get when you put gangster movies and westerns in a blender in Shanghai.
it's all style and gunplay, with a weak veneer of family saga and doomed romance. there are sumptuous period costumes and some cool shootouts, and at least one pointed visual reference to The Godfather. ultimately forgettable except for some of the club scene costuming. a rental.

the trip home was complicated by a man who must have been seven feet tall, in a motorized wheelchair that was made for a much smaller person. getting his trailing legs onto the bus lift was challenge one (apparently there are sensors that will stop the lift if something is touching them) and then there was challenge two of backing into place once on the bus. can't really help him, shouldn't get upset as my sleep time keeps draining away, fascinated by the way he seems to just let his feet drag rather than putting them on the footrests, trying to let him live his life and not stare. his companion seemed to be pointedly ignoring him, almost as if they had just fought. everybody on the bus was remarkably cool, and the driver was the most patient and helpful-but-not-smothering that i've ever seen.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
today one of the people waiting for the bus was a guy using a worn bokken as a cane. he was carrying two plastic bags of groceries in the other hand and had his bottle of juice balanced on his head.

the juice did not appear to be a stunt, but simply the thing to do because he was out of hands. he put his bags on the bench, and when one of them spilled over he got down and righted it without the bottle shifting.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
today one of the people waiting for the bus was a guy using a worn bokken as a cane. he was carrying two plastic bags of groceries in the other hand and had his bottle of juice balanced on his head.

the juice did not appear to be a stunt, but simply the thing to do because he was out of hands. he put his bags on the bench, and when one of them spilled over he got down and righted it without the bottle shifting.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
it's damn cold for Seattle in the springtime, and after freezing yesterday, today i was at the bus stop swaddled in wool coat and scoodie. so it took a moment for me to notice the cosplayers.

of course. this weekend is Sakuracon. all eight of them got on my bus. at first i assumed that they were neighborhood kids, skipping class at Ballard High. cute.

one of them was a loud-talker, so she reshaped the narrative. she and at least one other are from Portland. (blah blah blah streetcar.) she is telling the group about her friends "on the internet" so i don't think they all knew each other IRL before they came to the con. they must be staying all in one or two rooms at the Starlight Hotel, which is a residency hotel and the sort of place that broke kids from out of town would find on the internet and organize a share via bulletin board or livejournal community. definitely broke. the girl with the flowing white wig sports a bow made of glued felt, not bicolored ribbon or fabric. two have fading or failed blue/purple hair dye that was definitely done at home and not refreshed for the trip. the costumes look more homemade than handmade in general. the one with the cat theme has a camera around her neck that is an SLR, but looks elderly enough to be a family castoff.

i wonder if this is something they look forward to all year, or something they are trying for the first time.

i can tell that everyone is getting uncomfortable around loud-talker. she hasn't learned the lesson about choosing where to admit that you like to talk with your friend over Skype while you watch the same anime at the same time in your respective homes. the other seven start to get that look, the "don't mind me, i'm not really with her, i'm not just like her". loud-talker is starting to get the hint by the time we reach Lower Queen Anne.

i realize that i'm getting that look too. maybe i'm even sliding my hand over my I Matched it for Pratchett button. part of me is glad that she can be so joyful about her pursuits and feel so safe, wondering what it would have been like to be able to find friends with common interests online when everyone around me was obsessing over boy bands and football. the rest of me is falling into memories of being the weird kid and all i want to do is shut her up before someone notices her.
ironymaiden: (joe metro)
it's damn cold for Seattle in the springtime, and after freezing yesterday, today i was at the bus stop swaddled in wool coat and scoodie. so it took a moment for me to notice the cosplayers.

of course. this weekend is Sakuracon. all eight of them got on my bus. at first i assumed that they were neighborhood kids, skipping class at Ballard High. cute.

one of them was a loud-talker, so she reshaped the narrative. she and at least one other are from Portland. (blah blah blah streetcar.) she is telling the group about her friends "on the internet" so i don't think they all knew each other IRL before they came to the con. they must be staying all in one or two rooms at the Starlight Hotel, which is a residency hotel and the sort of place that broke kids from out of town would find on the internet and organize a share via bulletin board or livejournal community. definitely broke. the girl with the flowing white wig sports a bow made of glued felt, not bicolored ribbon or fabric. two have fading or failed blue/purple hair dye that was definitely done at home and not refreshed for the trip. the costumes look more homemade than handmade in general. the one with the cat theme has a camera around her neck that is an SLR, but looks elderly enough to be a family castoff.

i wonder if this is something they look forward to all year, or something they are trying for the first time.

i can tell that everyone is getting uncomfortable around loud-talker. she hasn't learned the lesson about choosing where to admit that you like to talk with your friend over Skype while you watch the same anime at the same time in your respective homes. the other seven start to get that look, the "don't mind me, i'm not really with her, i'm not just like her". loud-talker is starting to get the hint by the time we reach Lower Queen Anne.

i realize that i'm getting that look too. maybe i'm even sliding my hand over my I Matched it for Pratchett button. part of me is glad that she can be so joyful about her pursuits and feel so safe, wondering what it would have been like to be able to find friends with common interests online when everyone around me was obsessing over boy bands and football. the rest of me is falling into memories of being the weird kid and all i want to do is shut her up before someone notices her.
ironymaiden: (bus)
i ride the bus to work every day. mostly i read while i ride, but i do a good bit of people watching, making up stories about the other people who are regulars on my route. (sometimes i worry. i haven't seen the homeless couple that gets on at Dravus for a while. i hope we're just on different schedules or they've found a better place to stay.)

my favorite bus riders are a father-son pair. they don't ride every day or every week, but they ride with some regularity. Dad has some job that requires a suit, the son is four maybe, very small but sure of his feet and a confident bus rider. i'm usually more interested in strangers' dogs than strangers' kids, but this boy is whip-smart. Dad reads books aloud to him from my stop (where they get on) to wherever they go beyond where i get off. they have detailed conversations that are pretty high level for the kid's size. Dad's suit doesn't fit great, and it isn't the best fabric. he totes some kind of document carrier, from which he produces the story books. i've always imagined that he was a public defender; someone who needs the suit and the docs but doesn't make as much money as he could. the boy's clothes are meticulous and new or maybe quality hand-me-downs, he has a good haircut.

sometimes i imagine that Dad shares the duty of ferrying boy to daycare with his wife, who makes more money and has a morning meeting some days. Dad is a good and attentive parent because that is the right thing to do, and he shares responsibility equally with his wife, who is also awesome and bought the boy the science picture books. sometimes i imagine that Dad is a widower who has rearranged his career around being a single parent, and this has Changed His Life In Rewarding Ways.

today i learned that the boy is named Ollie. i like to think that means he is Oliver, which is a good name. too bad about the nickname, but people feel the need to make small people more diminutive.

i also learned that he would be going to stay at his mother's house after daycare tonight, and that Dad would see him again in a few days. so now Dad is diminished and tired because he is lonely, his money goes to child support, and he is the Best Dad Evar because he only sees his son on the odd day every now and again and wants to make sure he doesn't screw this up like his marriage. aaaaargh.
ironymaiden: (bus)
i ride the bus to work every day. mostly i read while i ride, but i do a good bit of people watching, making up stories about the other people who are regulars on my route. (sometimes i worry. i haven't seen the homeless couple that gets on at Dravus for a while. i hope we're just on different schedules or they've found a better place to stay.)

my favorite bus riders are a father-son pair. they don't ride every day or every week, but they ride with some regularity. Dad has some job that requires a suit, the son is four maybe, very small but sure of his feet and a confident bus rider. i'm usually more interested in strangers' dogs than strangers' kids, but this boy is whip-smart. Dad reads books aloud to him from my stop (where they get on) to wherever they go beyond where i get off. they have detailed conversations that are pretty high level for the kid's size. Dad's suit doesn't fit great, and it isn't the best fabric. he totes some kind of document carrier, from which he produces the story books. i've always imagined that he was a public defender; someone who needs the suit and the docs but doesn't make as much money as he could. the boy's clothes are meticulous and new or maybe quality hand-me-downs, he has a good haircut.

sometimes i imagine that Dad shares the duty of ferrying boy to daycare with his wife, who makes more money and has a morning meeting some days. Dad is a good and attentive parent because that is the right thing to do, and he shares responsibility equally with his wife, who is also awesome and bought the boy the science picture books. sometimes i imagine that Dad is a widower who has rearranged his career around being a single parent, and this has Changed His Life In Rewarding Ways.

today i learned that the boy is named Ollie. i like to think that means he is Oliver, which is a good name. too bad about the nickname, but people feel the need to make small people more diminutive.

i also learned that he would be going to stay at his mother's house after daycare tonight, and that Dad would see him again in a few days. so now Dad is diminished and tired because he is lonely, his money goes to child support, and he is the Best Dad Evar because he only sees his son on the odd day every now and again and wants to make sure he doesn't screw this up like his marriage. aaaaargh.

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