First dim sum

14May13

My boss gave me some instructions. I scribbled them down and tucked them into my purse: Find the lady with the clipboard. Expect a wait.

The Boy and I ventured to the International District in Seattle last weekend for dim sum. I’ve had it as the occasional appetizer at an old favorite Vietnamese brunch place in Bellevue but never as the meal. I was excited. Continue reading ‘First dim sum’


Brunch view

12May13

From Mother’s Day Brunch at Anthony’s in Ballard.

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What happens when you fall in love with a person and a place at the same time?


Spring sunset

12May13

The other night on my way home from work, looking over Port Gardner.

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I spent a week in Portland when I was 13, and a week when I was 17, and a day and a night in 2008. An old friend, now turned not-friend, used to live there.

At the time, it seemed so … big. Overwhelmingly big. Everything seemed … big, bigger than me. I felt small, tiny, in comparison. Continue reading ‘‘City lights and slow songs’’


I went to Portland this weekend for an awesome conference about basic coding.

Before I left town, I had dinner with Anna, Andrea and Kari — all young women who I mentored at the Evergreen the 2009-2010 school year. They were all freshmen when I was a senior, and I was their assigning editor the second semester. They were rock stars.

Kari’s from Granite Falls (which is in SnoCo) so I’ve seen her maybe twice since I graduated. The others I hadn’t.

We grabbed food and chatted for about an hour before my caffeine-fortified four-hour drive home.

I’m so proud of those ladies. They all just graduated, and they all just landed good long-term internships at a good paper. They’re all still doing journalism. They all survived the Evergreen.

I liked seeing the future in them — the future in journalism.

It also made me feel self-conscious too, about myself. My time at The Herald has changed my journalism so much, and changed me too. I don’t know if the changes are as blatant to others as to me. It’s navel-gaze-y, I know. Seeing all my favorite 21/22-year-olds made me feel very … 24 almost 25.

Bottom line: They are making it, and they are lovely, and they do good journalism, and they don’t hate me for that year, even the end when the newsroom turned into Melrose Place, and that is pretty freaking great.

Young female journalists unite.

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Us all at the EG in May 2010 — Kari, Anna, me and Andrea. We were too sweaty to recreate this shot on Sunday in Portland.


TGIF

03May13

I am developing an unhealthy addiction to this song.

The first few lines remind me of T. The song also is the perfect distance to play during the half-mile drive between the newsroom and the county courthouse.

My apologies in advance.


I watched “Insidious” by myself at Scar’s house almost two weeks ago.

I have yet to go to sleep in my apartment without the hall light on.

This is why I renounced horror movies after 2009/2010.

I recently had been watching a bunch of classic horror movies on Netflix and they lulled me into a false sense of security.

Or, as I told K. Frees, “I hate horror movies. They’re scary.”

“That’s kind of the point,” he said.




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