Brush On The Bus

After too many weeks of temperatures in the 80s, it was exciting to see the forecast this morning: Showers, and a high of 62.

It was great to wear a jacket to work again.

I was thinking about the movie Where’d You Go, Bernadette today, and how it showed Seattle constantly raining. It was good to feel the rain again.

Our electric toothbrush finally died this morning, right in the middle of Phillip brushing his teeth. The toothbrush has been having trouble holding a charge for a while now, beeping a low battery warning too soon after it’s been removed from its charging base.

I stopped into the Downtown Target on my way home from work today and bought a new toothbrush. The new brush and I rode home on the 47 bus.

Brush on the Bus

When I started this blog, it was going to be about the benefits of a car-free commute. That’s why it’s named what it’s named. The alternative to me riding home on the bus with a new toothbrush today would have been Phillip and I driving the car up to Northgate, during rush hour, to buy a thing that easily fit in my lap.

I Realized Today That I Don’t Actually Know How Link Fares Work

On my home today, I stopped into Lush, in Westlake Mall, to buy shampoo.

I rode Link light rail from Pioneer Square Station to Westlake Station.

As I stepped off the train, I tapped my ORCA card and immediately thought: “I didn’t have to do that.” I was going directly to Lush (I know exactly where it is), buying a bar of Jumping Jupiter (I know exactly where it is), and getting right back on a northbound train to Capitol Hill Station. It’s exactly the same as tapping on at Pioneer Square and tapping off at Capitol Hill.

Or is it?

If I hadn’t tapped off at Westlake, bought the shampoo, got back on the train, and a Fare Inspector read my ORCA card, it would show only that I’d tapped on at Pioneer Square Station. No one would know I’d gone shopping at the mall.

By tapping off at Westlake Station, were two trips charged on my card when I tapped on for the trip to Capitol Hill Station? Or does it work like a bus transfer?

I don’t know.

(My ORCA card is supplied by my employer, at no charge to me. But does my employer pay a flat rate for the card, no matter how many time I use it? Or do they get a bill? I’m pretty sure it’s the former scenario. But, I don’t know.)

For me, riding Link light rail is a seamless process. I tap on, get on the train, show my ORCA card to a Fare Inspector if they ask, ride to my destination, and tap off.

Even after all the trips I’ve taken on Link light rail, I realized today that I don’t know much about how the fares work. I think that’s a good thing.

A Great Adaptation

Phillip and I went Downtown this afternoon and saw Where’d You Go Bernadette.

It’s been three years since I read the book, but I remembered enough to recognize that the movie is a faithful adaptation, without being too faithful. The encounter at the “Rem Koohaas-designed public library” is there, filmed at the Rem Koohaas-designed public library. The movie toned down much of satire directed at Seattle. The speech about Seattle’s love of five-way intersections is there, however. (I’m feeling it was pretty much word-for-word.) The Chihuly sculpture in the pharmacy is there, but not the comment that Chihuly sculptures are as numerous as pigeons. I’d forgotten about the eight-step instructions for using Pay to Park, until I re-read my book review – it’s not in the movie.

I enjoyed the movie a lot. It was a great adaptation. Phillip said he enjoyed it, and he hadn’t read the book.

When the end credits rolled, I saw that it was a “Richard Linklater film”. I recognized the name, but couldn’t think of a Richard Linklater film I’d seen.

I looked up Richard Linklater on IMdB, as Phillip and I were waiting for dinner a La Concina. I was embarrassed by what I found. Richard Linlater is the writer and director of three of my all-time favorite films: Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, and Before Midnight (the “Before” trilogy). He also wrote and directed Slacker, Walking Life, and A Scanner Darkly – films I loved. I’m not a very good film geek.

A Tour Of The Robards Museum

Daryl Robards, vampire philanthropist, is busy working on photographs to fill the wonderful (and always free) Robards Museum.

The collection is still expanding, and will be changed as new photographs are created. So, visit the Robards Museum often.

Here, Daryl is discussing his latest photo series White and Black, with the series’ model, Ingrid Jonsdottir.


We asked Ari Horne, vampire author (not an author of vampire stories), and Daryl Robards’ favorite model, to give us a tour of the Robards Museum.


Daryl and Ari in the studio

We follow Ari Horne into the museum. Just inside the entrance, there is a display of Daryl’s first camera.


This walkway is a bit puzzling, admits Ari. Why go into the entrance, only to go back outside to get to the actual museum entrance? The architect had their reasons, I suppose.


There is an entire wall dedicated to Daryl’s photographs of Ari Horne.


There are photos of Ari Horne throughout the museum, as well.

There are blank spots on the walls, ready for more of Daryl Robards’ photography.



There are free museum guides.



The public restrooms are downstairs, as are the (not open to the public) storage rooms and mechanical systems.


Landscaping around the museum is open and minimal. There is a great view of the harbor behind the Robards Museum.



We hope you enjoyed this tour. Visit the Robards Museum the next time you are in Brindleton Bay. It’s open year-round, 24 hour per day. Admission is always free.

A Book Published Posthumously

A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway, was first published in 1964. The copy I read was the “restored edition”, re-edited in 2009.

I downloaded it from The Seattle Public Library.

The first sentence is “Then there was the bad weather.

A Moveable Feast is a memoir of Ernest Hemingway’s time as a young American writer living in Paris in the 1920s. He’d given up on journalism and was trying to earn a living “writing nothing that anyone in America would buy“.

The book consists of observations, thoughts, adventures, and stories. Each chapter is more or less self-contained. It reads a lot like a blog, but in book form.

If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

Hemingway uses actual Paris locations – coffee shops, bookstores, apartments, and so on – and lists their actual address. It’s possible to take a “Moveable Feast” walking tour around Paris.

Sometimes, this book is about the process of writing. “Maybe away from Paris I could write about Paris as in Paris I could write about Michigan.

Sometimes, this book is about a married couple getting by on a writer’s sporadic paycheck. “But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

Sometimes, this book is about The Lost Generation – the post-World War I generation adrift in the world, looking for an identity. It’s a term Ernest Hemingway acquired from Gertrude Stein, who says she heard from an auto mechanic.

Sometimes, this book is about the artistic community of Paris, as seen through the eyes of Ernest Hemingway: Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Ford Maddox Ford, Pascin, Erza Pound, Ernest Walsh, James Joyce, Evan Shipman, and Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. This was a circle of friends who would meet, formally or informally, to discuss literature, art, and each other’s writing.

You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad.” (Gertrude Stein)

Sometimes, this book is comedic. Ernest Hemingway takes Scott Fitzgerald to the Louvre to look at the male statues, after Zelda told Scott that he didn’t measure up. There’s an entire chapter about Hemingway trying desperately to write in a café while someone wants to talk to him about how pretentious it is to write in a café.

A Moveable Feast is one of those classics I’d always heard about (there used to be a coffee shop named after the book, in my neighborhood)  but I never managed to read it until now. This book is wonderful. It deserves its good reputation.

This book has a relaxed feeling to it. I love Hemingway’s straightforward style of writing.

In 1956, Ernest Hemingway began collecting the notes he’d written in the 1920s, while living in Paris with his first wife, Hadley Richardson. He was still working on the notes, with the intent of publishing them into a book he would call A Moveable Feast, when he died in 1961. His fourth wife, Mary Hemingway, finished the editing, and published A Moveable Feast in 1964. Then, in 2009, Ernest Hemingway’s grandson, Seán Hemingway, re-edited the book to better reflect the original feeling of the memoir (in Seán’s opinion). According to Wikipedia, it’s been alleged that Seán Hemingway’s true purpose for creating “the restored edition” was to remove unflattering references to his grandmother, Pauline Pfeiffer (Ernest Hemingway’s second wife). I wish I’d known this before I read this book. I may read the “original” 1964 version sometime in the future. It sounds like the better version, closer to what Hemingway was working on.

I loved this book a lot.


I meant to write this post yesterday, but the new Mochino stuff pack for The Sims 4 downloaded, and, of course, I spent the evening trying it out instead of writing a blog post.

Yesterday, at work, I started listening to Kyde and Eric’s YouTube channel. (I love their channel!) Specifically, I was listening to their five-part series about their travels through southern Vietnam in 2015. I didn’t get through the entire series, since each video was around an hour long.

They started out in Ho Chi Minh City, eating phở soup and bánh mì sandwiches.

There are a lot of Vietnamese immigrants in Seattle, and so there are a lot of great Vietnamese restaurants and cafes. That makes me happy. I love Vietnamese food. I love phở – it’s my special treat when Phillip is out of town. Phillip and I both love bánh mì.

The self-serve cafeteria at work often has bánh mì sandwiches. It’s not bad, for a pre-made sandwich. There’s a place near my office that sells bánh mì which I’m guessing would be better, but I doubt I could get there, order a sandwich, and get back during my half-hour lunch break. Maybe I could, but I don’t want to risk it.

I spent most of the morning entering numbers into a spreadsheet, while listening to Kyde and Eric travel up Vietnam on a motor scooter they named Ursula, and thinking about how much I wanted a bánh mì sandwich.

The cafeteria was out of bánh mì, so I got something else for lunch. I took a look at Facebook. A couple of friends in Everett had responded to an article I’d shared a few days earlier.

The article I’d shared was from Buzzfeed, and it was a list of what they considered the “iconic sandwich” for each state in the USA. According to Buzzfeed, Washington’s iconic sandwich is the bánh mì.

I thought that all of this was a fascination coincidence.

My Everett friends suggested that a more iconic sandwich for Washington would be the Monte Cristo. They had a strong argument for the Monte Cristo, but they didn’t quite convince me. I sort of know what a Monte Cristo is, but I hadn’t thought of one in years. (How iconic does that make it?) My Everett friends had never heard of a bánh mì. (How iconic does that make it?)

I decided to look into this further. I did a Google search for “monte cristo near me” and got a list of Seattle restaurants – mostly high-end restaurants with white tablecloths – that had a Monte Cristo listed on their menu. I then did a Google search for “banh mi near me” and got a list of Vietnamese restaurants and bánh mì cafes in Seattle. Several of them had “Banh Mi” in their name.

My Everett friends did a search for “banh mi near me” and every restaurant listed was in Seattle.

I concluded several things from this conversation. A bánh mì may be Seattle’s iconic sandwich, but it isn’t Washington’s iconic sandwich. And, a Monte Cristo isn’t Washington’s iconic sandwich, either. And, I don’t know what Washington’s iconic sandwich would be. And, Buzzfeed’s list is flawed.

The Robards Museum

The Robards Museum opened today, in the heart of Brindleton Bay.

Funding for the design and construction of The Robards Museum came entirely from vampire philanthropist Daryl Robards.

Daryl Robards, vampire philanthropist

The permanent collection will consist entirely of the photographs of Daryl Robards. The building was completed in time for today’s opening, but the photographs are only partially moved in.

The Robards Museum was designed by controversial architect Shakti Bohmer. We asked today’s visitors what they thought of this new museum. Here are some responses.

“It’s horrible!” said Pari B, “A real eyesore! Couldn’t they have put some effort into making the thing blend into the neighborhood, I mean, just a little bit! I don’t even want to go in there!”

“Whoever designed this place needs to go back to building design school,” said a little kid.

“The photographs are outstanding,” said April C, “But the building, not so much. Besides, isn’t there a Daryl Robards photography museum already in Willow Creek?”

“I think this building is a masterpiece, and Shakti Bohmer is one of the greatest architects of all time, and Daryl Robards is the greatest photographer of all time,” said a visitor who wished to remain anonymous.

The Robards Museum is open seven days a week, and admission is always free.