we're all right where we're supposed to be

Friday quent and velvet and I went to the Sunset Tavern to see Kinski. Before that, Reg and I spent the day sort of enjoying the sunshine - he bought me a nice sunhat so I could feel less headache-prone, and we caught the tail end of suxdonut's bbq as well. Kinski's new album is sort of weird, from what we caught of it. Lots more singing and ordinary/typical song progressions, but then some Joy Division-y tracks too. (I proclaimed that I loved Shoegaze Division.)

Saturday the weather wasn't as nice, and Reg felt awful, so we didn't do very much at all. There was talk of going to see Wolverine but I didn't think I could take the fanboys. Sunday was nicer, so we walked to the Farmer's Market and bought cheese and fruit and veggies, and Reg got some metrosexual face shit at Blackbird, and we decided to go for a drive. I picked Lake Washington, and mapped out the northern half. So we drove from Sand Point to Yarrow Point, really quite pleasant and I think I may return to the east side the next time the weather is nice.

I spent a lot of time reading Tales of MU, which I'd read consistently last year till my last job picked up speed, so I started from the top and re-read the entire thing. It hadn't moved much since then, really. (It's a web serial that takes place in a D&D sort of modern-day world, and the main character is a sheltered girl who comes out as a submissive lesbian who gets off on being spanked. Also, she is half-demon.)

After that I started reading Slash, Slash's bio. I got about halfway through. Since it's from his pov, it's not as broad as the Zeppelin book, and some stuff he doesn't know anything about, but a lot of it is in-depth, particularly his substance abuse issues. I hadn't realized, either, how young they all were when GnR got started. In essence they got a big advance and then were told to not do anything like tour or record for a year, during which they kinda went crazy, as any 19-yo would do in the same position.

The weather has not been very nice this week but I decided that just means I should try out my rain pants and whatnot.

On Vox: in conclusion, my ass hurts

train tracks

It is a typical spring day in Seattle, by which I mean 55 and rainy. I did not let this deter me from getting some much needed walking in. I put on some wool tights, rain pants, two wicking shirts, a light jacket and a raincoat on top. Also my little skullcap and neck gaiter. This was far too much for walking, I quickly realized, and removed the midlayer jacket and hat things.

By the time I got to the locks, I was sweating like crazy. I peed and removed the last shirt layer and also unzipped the armpits of my rain coat. That helped. I crossed the locks, past the fish ladder and entered Commodore Park. I never really thought about going there before. Kinda nice there; that pic is from that angle. I got cold again, though, and put my hat back on.

I stopped at the kitchen supply store, because my cheese grater broke, but I had no wallet on me. I still looked around at the mandolines and grilltops and pizza stones. Not quite as extensive as W&S but still pretty rad. I was unfortunately sweaty as hell in the store, and when I came out again I immediately froze. So I went to the library to change again, but some heartless bitch had a medical emergency and the womens room was closed. I was all sympathy till I saw she was my age or a bit older, although secretly I was hoping for something gorey. Oh well. I put my midlayer jacket back on anyway, but I drew the line at changing my socks. It was all a lot of walking, and I happily soaked in a hot tub for 20 minutes or so, then made some chai. (Tip: use your french press to make foam!)

Originally posted on herbaliser.vox.com