Sunday, July 30, 2017

Natsu Matsuri (Summer Festivals)

I really love summer festivals. Coming from the south, it's one of the few things about the summer heat that is worth bearing, in my opinion.

I think everywhere tries to capitalize on summer festivals, but southern towns really love spring and summer festivals; it's basically what you live for down there. I miss the Geranium Festival in Georgia, and Savannah talked about her Blueberry Festival in Alabama.

Most of the festivals and fairs here are more geared specifically to the arts, and less about the art of festivals, but it's a great chance to get out, meet new vendors and spend some time in the sun. Plus, in Bellevue, the tall skyscrapers and buildings make for a lot more shade.



Savannah and I headed toward a nearby arts festival today - having found out that it was in town just last night. (We also missed a Sailor Moon Day that was apparently happening, but *crosses fingers* I hope it's there next year.)

There were clog dancers, percussionists, tarot and palm readers, painters, glass blowers, jewelry makers, other creatives and fabric sellers... And a lot of food. She got a nice wooden cribbage board, I got a candle that smells like honeysuckle - another nostalgic summertime thing for me - and we bought garlic peppercorn popcorn at a gourmet popcorn stand.

When we were done, we found a really nice place for dinner with a "dinner board." At first I thought the price of $26 was too much, but then they brought out the board...



We stuffed ourselves.

There were blackberries, cherries, raspberries, roasted bread, beet hummus, garbanzo bean hummus, olives, sardines, salami, prosciutto, almonds, cured sausage, cheeses and a "meatloaf" pate.

Now if only I had a backyard with honeysuckle in it.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Hey

It's been awhile since I have just talked here. And I think that's been the problem. At some point, this stopped being a blog and became more of just a place where I dumped a bunch of things into. I stopped interacting with other bloggers, and I stopped blogging for the joy of it. There's so much that goes into it now, and people are so concerned about keeping up appearances or "having something to say".

Some days, I think we would be better off with internet 1.0 or 1.5 - the days of Xanga and Livejournal and MySpace journal posts. At least then we shared without the concern of sponsorship or being trendy.

Blogging can go one of two ways: (1) you're either just talking to your readers and discussing your life, as I am now, or (2) you're living up to an aesthetic, or brand, and using it as a portfolio or showcase of your life.

I'm not saying that I was too interested in making this place a portfolio, but I do believe that, over time, it's easy to lose sight of what this place is, and more importantly why it's still here.

I contemplated almost deleting this blog recently, but it struck me this evening that that wouldn't be the best way to go; in fact, I'd most likely regret that decision. What I need to do is get back to the root of blogging - just blogging.

I miss just talking to you all, sometimes about nothing in particular. I miss having a community to talk to. And I miss enjoying blogging. I've been doing it for years, y'all. I remember being 11 and 12-years old, lying about my age so that I could create a Xanga account, and blogging all of the time. I remember following my friends' blogs, I remember meeting new online friends... (Hey Jamilah, if somehow you've found me! I miss you, gurl. Is your wall still covered in J-14 pull-out posters of the Backstreet Boys, Hilary Duff and Justin Timberlake?)

I miss having a space that is my own.

I believe that a blog should be like that feeling when you come home from a long day at work or school, and you get to collapse on your bed for the first time since that morning. It should be cozy and welcoming, and hopefully have people you love.

I guess I say that to say that this is my homecoming. Hello again. I'm sorry it's taken me this long.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Femme Trash, Episode 1

Along with my current podcast, Within Walking Distance, I am also the co-host to a second podcast, Femme Trash. Check out our first episode now:

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

WWD - Episode 2 & Minisode 1

Have you listened to the latest two episodes of Within Walking Distance? You can now:





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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Weird



"Weird woman."




On Monday I saw the Mountain Goats live, but before that I read by the water, and a man with pine cones glued to his bike helmet tried to show me a magic trick before I scared him off with a glare, and continued reading.

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