tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64355457924151496362024-03-05T03:09:20.670-08:00Katie's Venus in Retrogradedating, original fiction and moreKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-23915752607682366782012-06-01T17:04:00.000-07:002013-11-17T07:14:25.299-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-52700961156245176162012-05-20T11:55:00.000-07:002012-05-20T15:34:04.518-07:00Coming Soon: Princesses and Peter Pans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr style="color: #990000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Axe body spray value pack size,, check, Ed Hardy, check. Dollar drafts and World of Warcraft, check. Life is sweet. Too bad I had to put on pants to leave the house. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who cares if I'm 38? Where the hell is prince charming? You know what, I DESERVE my day, I'm a princess. Shut up and get my mother f*&king crown then help me to the bathroom; I can't fit in the stall.</td></tr>
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I was driving the other day and heard this song on Seattle's own KEXP.<br />
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</style> <![endif]--> <span style="font-size: large;">I almost never get up early on Saturdays. Sleep is the one luxury that is simultaneously free and priceless. After Valentine's Day in the northwest, the sun makes a brief appearance, shining its elusive light on the gloomily vitamin-d deficient population below. As I walked across the university campus, my boots sunk into the spongy rain-saturated soil.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Standing at a cross walk, I noticed the scent of infant plants stretching and warming up for their frantic race to meet the sun. A single tenacious crocus peeked out from the dark loam and as I crossed the street its beauty seemed even more poignant when compared with its surroundings of scantily built condos and the scent that seems ever-present in any mini mall or on any city street; deep fried onions. I sighed and wished I had slept in after all. Poetry readings are at best baffling and at worst, embarrassing for the audience if not the author. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It had been a murky muddy winter and that morning was the first of hose warm February days when the first crocus pokes its head from under the soggy soil and everyone takes off one of their layers or coats or sweaters. Jennifer invited me to her poetry reading and though I loved sleeping in, I still drove to a small used bookstore to hear her read. The great thing about going places alone is that there are absolutely no encumbrances to people watching; no pesky expectation of chatting with another person. Composed mostly of other readers and friends and family members, the audience was clad in the Seattle uniform of fleece vests and ironic t-shirts. The scent of bitter hot espresso wafted through the vents of the store from the stand outside and my stomach growled like a caged animal in the middle of a poem about pain or love, I couldn't really tell which. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The pound of the espresso cups, whir of the coffee grinder, and whoosh of the foam attachment all familiar sounds, left me feeling calm somehow. Still, I felt a bit restless and I continued to indulge my habit of buying travel books and dreaming up marvelous vacations to places warm, exotic, and spice-scented. Turning into the international travel section I saw two figures huddled together conspiratorially. A large women woman with broad shoulders and a skinny hipster man held a book about Brazil and whispered. As a light brown bobbed head turned, I saw the squared glasses, the heart shaped face, the look of constant disdain mixed with the joy of planning a wedding or prison break out. Theresa's eyes met mine briefly and the workings of her mind were clearly evident. She tapped Matt nonchalantly on the shoulder keeping a neutral face. Then, they both turned and walked away quickly. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Though I am no detective, it was fairly simple to follow them to their next destination. Just like a chase scene in an old film noir flick, they ran to a crowded place, hoping that they could blend into the crowd. However, this wasn't a packed and darkened movie theater, but a florescent-lighted sparsely attended lecture on vegan canning parties. I hung back where they could not see me in the self-help section until they moved again. As they opened the door to the street, their hands brushed against each other and instead of quickly moving away, Matt patted Theresa's hand as she blushed. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cloth ballet flats are a highly impractical shoe for detective work especially in Seattle; the soles do not last, and the vamp is too low. Feet damp and clammy, I followed them at a distance, ducking into stores to avoid detection. All I was missing was a newspaper with strategically placed holes cut out; then again, I suppose that is a bit of an anachronism now. What a shame. After crossing the university campus, I saw them walk into a lecture hall. I didn't have a ticket but the board outside the room read, "Teaching business in rural South America, a volunteer's guide." Pretending to be one of the paid members, I stopped another attendee,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Hi, I'm trying to find the American Sign Language seminar. Is that where you are headed over there?" I pointed to the lecture hall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"That's next door I bet," he answered, "I'm going to this one here." and he pointed to the door.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"A lecture about Brazil, is it a book talk?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"No, it's an orientation for a bunch of us who are going to South America for three years to teach indigenous people how to start up small businesses. It's probably too late for you to sign up. Sorry, I have to go," and with that, he entered the lecture hall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As was Theresa's habit, she sat in the front row, her three ring binder laid out in perfect order. As the door closed I saw Theresa gingerly pick up Matt's hand. As he held her palm to his lips, I saw them exchange a look of sadness and hope too. He kissed her hand, the door closed, and I walked to my car wondering if I could spot the crocus again. </span><br />
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</span><div style="color: blue; padding-top: 3px;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Bulldogs have been known to fall on their swords when confronted by my superior tenacity."</span></div><div style="color: blue; padding-top: 3px;"><span style="font-size: large;">-Margaret Halsey</span></div><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><br />
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</span><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Tenacity is a pretty fair substitute for bravery, and the best form of tenacity I know is expressed in a danish fur trapper's principle" 'The next mile is the only one a person really has to make."</span></div><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #073763;">-Eric Sevareid, American Journalist. </span></span></div><div style="padding-top: 3px;"> </div><div style="padding-top: 3px;"> </div><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-68640853185526281662011-10-09T00:19:00.000-07:002011-10-09T00:19:45.227-07:00Kiwi!<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sdUUx5FdySs?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-88030382697446955922011-10-09T00:13:00.000-07:002011-12-05T15:54:26.351-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Good news all! I am done with classes as of August 18th. Except for my thesis/project this Winter, I'm done with papers, QRQs, lesson plans, $100 textbooks, the commute to the beautiful haven that is Broadway in Everett.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Lovely Broadway in Everett WA. About 1 mile from school. </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today, for example, I stopped at MacDonalds to get a yogurt parfait to be accosted by not one but two different guys asking for money because they just got out of jail. (I'd work on my pitch if I were you guys.) Then as I stood in line, this weird looking guy in his 20s flipped out about not having light mayo on his double cheeseburger. He demanded a new burger by yelling and when the people on the line didn't hear him and one said, "no" in conversation with another line worker, he flipped out.<br />
"You won't give me a new burger! You can't just scrape the mayo off, I want a NEW BURGER!!!"<br />
I looked cautiously at the guy next to me and remembered <i>Zomieland </i>rule number 17, Know Your Exits. I planned on bolting through the door to my right or heading for the walk in freezer to hide. Either that, or I'd silently text the police. Luckily, the guy calmed down as the manager explained that they would not scrape the mayo and would give him a new burger. I wondered what would have happened if they refused?<br />
Good news; after August, I won't have to find out! Whoo hooooo!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Loveley Broadway on Everett, (Note the bail bonds place.) http://www.google.com/http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5620614278_bd37699d12.jpg</span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-35375283702788212572011-07-26T03:21:00.001-07:002011-07-26T03:21:35.815-07:00Mission Impossible Squirrel<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DsuVLsDyln4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-37627835317882292432011-07-26T03:16:00.000-07:002013-11-17T07:27:09.399-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-59288872440593679522011-07-12T18:28:00.000-07:002011-12-05T18:07:03.281-08:00redact4ed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Sorry about the blank page but I couldn't figure out how to completely delete a previous posting.<br />
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we're free<br />
we'll fight<br />
you'll see!<br />
We're not going to take it,<br />
no we aint' gonna take it<br />
we're not gonna take it<br />
anymooooore"<br />
(ok, so I personally am not that young, but I'm more young than old, so I claim this song for all who are young or feel young) </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719035342899362959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435545792415149636.post-25370446200717131862011-06-16T10:01:00.000-07:002011-06-16T10:01:01.135-07:00Coming later today Dark hallways<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Concrete walls and banks of florescent lights have a specific kind of eerie glow.<br />
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Matt wore a pair of Groucho Marx glasses but when Theresa walked in with those gravity defying breasts, even he noticed her.<br />
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