For the second time this year I went to experience an evening of strangeness and fine cuisine courtesy of the mysterious Chef Nordo. This time around, Café Nordo set up shop in the cabaret area of Theater Off Jackson (formerly Canoe Social Club). My previous Nordo experience was in the shambling old Washington Hall, divided…
Category: Personal Experience
I Write Speculative Fiction While I Sleep
My dreams of late have been getting creative. I went through a phase of lucid dreaming, when I was conjuring up sparkling rivers and fields of dewy flowers, just to make things pretty. In one dream, I thought, “I should have a boyfriend,” and lo! One appeared, holding my hand as I traversed a weird…
Laurie Anderson: Storyteller
First, and admission of ignorance: I’ve never really tried to figure out Laurie Anderson. My first experience of her was the soft-avant-garde-electro-pop-poetry she put out in the 1980s. It fit somewhere in the sphere of intellectual art rock, which was perhaps a bit too mature for a fifteen year old with giant Sisters of Mercy…
A Great Wheel
As a little Friday afternoon workplace adventure, most of us aro.com employees took a spin on the Seattle Great Wheel, down on the waterfront. This time of year, there are few tourists below retirement age or children, so apart from us there was a preponderance of the cruise ship set. As we approached there were…
Mortality in Suburbia
Every six weeks for the past 36 weeks I have taken a bus from downtown Seattle to Juanita, several miles North of Kirkland on the other side of the lake. Normally this would be a 30 minute bus trip, but on the weekends when the 520 bridge is closed it takes over an hour each…
Plumb Wonderful 