I finished the knitting part of this dishcloth and then set it aside to do the weaving in of the ends later. In the intervening weeks I forgot that THIS WAS THE LAST DISHCLOTH IN THE BOOK! All hail “Annie’s Choice,” which is the name of this pattern.
I used the yarn I got at SCRAP which cost me less than $2 and made multiple full-sized dishcloths. The regular skeins I’ve been using previously I can get two dishcloths, but only by shorting the boarder. This yarn is, however, acrylic and might not be as good for a dishcloth as cotton yarn would.
And here’s a nice photo of all the knitted dishcloths I had on hand. I’ve given many of them away. I liked this book. It was fun to follow the instructions and have patterns emerge. It was very much like counted cross stitch. I’m looking forward to my next book which will help me learn many different knitting stitches.
Buildings. Going up everywhere in Portland. This song was written about Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood, but it could have been written about Portland (except for the fact that two of the lines are “and they keep digging it down and down / so that their cars can live underground” and in Portland most building don’t build so the cars can live underground, but park on the street in a haphazard and unzoned way that is eventually going to have to be fixed.)
I’m trying not to be a fuddy-duddy about the building. A ton of people are moving here and will keep moving here, just as I did. And we all have to live somewhere. But it’s hard to see all the old buildings go and makes these lyrics that much more poignant.
I remember a winter’s night we kissed beneath the street lamplight outside our bar near the record store that have been condos for a year and more now that our haunts have taken flight and been replaced with construction sites oh, how I feel like a stranger here searching for something that’s disappeared digging for gold in my neighborhood for what they say is the greater good but all I see is a long goodbye a requiem for a skyline it seems I never stopped losing you as every dive becomes something new and all our ghosts get swept away it didn’t used to be this way
On-point lyrics aside, I was first drawn first to this song because of the musical arrangement, which is more prominent than the lyrics. It’s gauzy and the repetitive “Gold Rush” nicely drives the song.
Friend Kelly went to Ireland for her 50th birthday and sent me this great postcard from the Long Room in the library at Trinity College. She reports that the room was very Harry Potter-esque and she liked it much better than the book of Kells, though all the historical busts were guys.
When you give $25 to a candidate in a different state in hopes your meager donation will help unseat the current representative who is not one of your favorites, you get this postcard. Plus a constant slew of emails in your inbox. Political campaigns have really got this communication thing down.
Also, the note on the back is handwritten, but I’m pretty sure it’s a printed handwritten thank you, which is another great efficiency. My name and address was written by someone my mother’s age, judging by the cursive handwriting.
I snapped a picture of this building and then did some research on what’s happening with it. As usual the Next Portland site was very helpful.
1727 NW Hoyt was originally built as a maternity hospital, most recently was an office building and has been vacant since 2007. In 2014 the developer applied for a demolition permit, but was rebuffed. The most recent update is from 2015, with talk of converting it to boutique hotel rooms. It’s certainly got good parking for that purpose. However, the time that has passed has me wondering if that is what will come to pass.
While I fell asleep several times during this film, I always enjoy looking at the practical effects of the pre-CGI world. The acting was mostly terrible (exception: Timothy Dalton), but it’s an iconic film that I’m happy to have seen. Or seen most of, I guess.
Cost: $2.00 (I have found the cheapest theater in town!) Where watched: McMenamins Mission Theater
In this sequel to the Bourne Identity we find out more pieces of Jason Bourne’s* past and watch him work through some forgiveness things. The action was well paced and made sense** and there were at least three times I gasped aloud in surprise. Plus, Joan Allen!
Cost: free from library Where watched: at home, in preparation for Filmspotting’s 2019 March Madness
*And can we just talk for a moment about what a great name Jason Bourne is? Jason is the ultimate anonymous name of that particular era,*** and “bourne” is both a homonym for “born” a theme of the first movie, and also is a misspelling the the past participle of “bear” which is a good description of the weight Jason Bourne’s carries pre-amnesia and also post-amnesia. Kudos to Robert Ludlum for thinking up this name. **A thing that is mostly not true for many of the action movies I watch. ***I think a fun fictional coupling would be Jason Bourne and the feminist terrorist organization Jennifer from Sarai Walker’s Dietland.
Tig Notaro is a master of making me like her so much I want to protect her while also making me somewhat uncomfortable during her comedy specials. So was it with this special during the end bit concerning the Indigo Girls. I always enjoy exposure to the machinations of Notaro’s mind.
Cost: Netflix subscription fee ($7.99) Where watched: at home with Matt
A chance hometown meeting of high school sweethearts launches this two-people-walking-and-talking-style story that you like or you don’t.* Tentative in their conversation at first, Paulson and Duplass crank up the stakes as the hours pass. It’s a quiet movie, populated with good acting and the sadness of nostalgia.
Cost: Netflix monthly subscription ($7.99) Where watched: at home
This is a Romanian knife you are looking at! I visited Hungary & Romania with the church youth group in 2005 (and also 2008, but did not acquire any knives on that trip.) While in Romania, we visited a grocery store to pick up things for a picnic and one of the things the tour leaders brought was this knife.
It somehow got packed into one of the other chaperone’s things and when we were repacking before our flight back to the US, she asked if anyone wanted it. I volunteered and it’s been a good workhorse since that time.