tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90895940220096572922024-03-14T07:12:27.706-07:00i love lexi brewerLexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-52751152449555784602009-06-19T15:49:00.000-07:002009-06-19T15:58:36.707-07:00<p><br /><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/97987963_7ff541f44b.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Swedes are the perfect backdrop for solitary silliness. My iPod and I have gone skating everyday this week on the waterfront, zipping past old men and their dogs and determined runners. Whenever I hit a patch where I am out of eyesight my iPod and I begin a choreographed dance- backwards, sideways, turn, jump- and invariably it is when my bladed feet touch concrete that I notice someone is watching me, turn bright red, and skate away as quickly as possible.</p><div><br /></div><div>Come skating with me. We can dance together.</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-81087426624158024782009-06-03T08:10:00.000-07:002009-06-03T08:12:22.375-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://collection.artgallery.sa.gov.au/agsa/home/CollectionImages/OL-HQ-721P5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " src="http://collection.artgallery.sa.gov.au/agsa/home/CollectionImages/OL-HQ-721P5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>The Best Feeling in the World: Stepping off the Subway escalator just as your train pulls up.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Worst Feeling in the World: Running up to your train just as the doors snap shut and it starts to pull away.</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny how the best feeling and the worst feeling are separated by a measly 30 seconds.</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-87809040495548329792009-05-01T11:55:00.000-07:002009-05-01T12:10:42.370-07:00<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-_0HGXVrJV-W1ajggbWX1woT8AGCSriQQ_0oyRAvsNWC08UTS__-hGAwpXDSp858-Om5sAeeix5czcpDphUJmSjnoHzwFLVo0idzoDIkTP58CBKQoogtOrogjKvdR89mtOQ-25PQBMs/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932782982276114" /><br />I spend a lot of time walking to the Seattle Public Library from campus and back, so I've been able to watch the evolution of this corner on Roosevelt and 50th.<br /><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiX9gXEK8X16K1aR-jSycI4p820DBcpm37ycCNJjYvkH6YCM9OLd__NvFVxkAZZA8JGVphSAjfcX9CwddjqHg7Jj29X-KrBe_zLc0IigIDMifbqG80FJnXouBVHH6DBoKZMIluQwMcwZI/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932937176834562" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tubs WAS a creepy spa that was (or so I was told) shut down for being a front for a prostitution ring. Now that the hookers and VD is gone, the building had been slowly crumbling to pieces before it was condemned, and taken over by <a href="http://freesheepfree.org/">these guys.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There were a bunch of bearded people having a powwow in front of the building complete with crumpled Rainier cans at their feet, so I felt a little self conscious taking pictures. The most impressive graffiti, the stuff that is more art than braggadocio is on the front of the building. In a more talented life I would be right up there with them.</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-65308807176218394392009-04-18T18:40:00.000-07:002009-04-18T18:46:27.790-07:00I've been falling down in public a lot lately. A couple of weeks ago, I toppled over walking up a staircase in the art building and a random person behind me told me not to worry, that these are m.c. escher stairs, and then just walked away.<div><br /></div><div>I have had perpetually scabby knees since I started to walk. Someday I will grow out of it, though I am starting to fear that it will be when i am a septegenarian and bedridden.</div><div><br /></div><div>So now I am sporting one broken toe, two skinned knees, and a very bruised ego. Anyone who loves me can buy me a new pair of grey tights cause I ripped them.</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-39428111107299027402008-12-11T17:31:00.000-08:002008-12-29T16:58:08.228-08:00Books I've Read in 2008<div><ol><li>The Unbearable Lightness of Being... again.... twice<br /></li><li>Icelander- Dustin Long<br /></li><li>The Glass Castle- Jeanette Walls<br /></li><li>The Mysterious Affair at Styles, and another Agatha Christie that I can't remember the title of<br /></li><li>Little Women</li><li>Austenfest (Emma, Northanger Abbey, Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion)</li><li>Atonement</li><li>Never Let Me Go- Kazuo Ishiguro</li><li>Asimov's Foundation trilogy</li><li>The Road- Cormac McCarthy</li><li>The Winter of Our Discontent- Steinbeck</li><li>The Diving Bell and the Butterfly</li><li>Shop Girl- Steve Martin (!)</li><li>Daughter of Fortune- Isabel allende</li><li>House of Leaves, though I don't know if it counts as reading it because I didn't really comprehend it</li><li>Ex Libris- Anne Fadiman</li><li>The Princess Bride- William Goldman (a perennial favorite)</li><li>Persepolis I and II, as well as Embroideries- Marjane Satrapi</li><li>Smilla's Sense of Snow- Peter Høeg</li></ol><div>That's pretty good for a year, right?</div></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-43127463722689049792008-12-08T19:17:00.000-08:002008-12-08T19:18:32.848-08:00Things I learned todayTeeth, yes. Zits, yes. Tack holes in the walls of my dorm room, yes.<div><br /></div><div>Eyes, however, are places that toothpaste is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> intended to go.</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089594022009657292.post-29420459192552376532008-10-11T12:24:00.000-07:002008-10-11T12:30:38.541-07:00How to amuse yourself watching the presidential debates...<div>...with out actually hearing what they're saying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Drink when:</div><div><br /></div>- anyone uses the phrase "we are winning in iraq"<div>-there is any mention of 9/11</div><div>-any mention of George W.</div><div>-usage of "fundamental"</div><div>-when Obama steeples his fingers</div><div>-any mention of the vice presidential candidates</div><div>-McCain mentions being a POW</div><div>-when they name someone we have never heard of</div><div>-when they talk over each other for 3+ seconds</div><div>-pointless anecdotes</div><div>-laughing in tandem</div><div>-obvious stalling (drink until they come up with an answer)</div><div><br /></div><div>Tequila shots if...</div><div>-either candidate or moderator swears on air</div><div>-McCain or Obama burps on camera</div><div>-MaCain calls Obama "Senator Osama"</div><div>-either use the word "bracelet".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>aaaaaand begin</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193031197092689084noreply@blogger.com0