My day in town
Actually, this Wednesday starts on Tuesday. After the dentist
appointment, I drove through town rather than take the usual lake
route. This clever maneuver brought me to 15th ave. The very 15th ave
that sports another Cafe Victrola, a very different Cafe Victrola. I
stopped and had coffee and a chocolate croissant. Jeremy Denk was not there, probably over on the evil side of the lake. Where Bill Gates and Paul Allen hide out occasionally.
I do hope he returns safely.
On to Wed. Ladro, Librero, ecterero.
I know we have just this instant gotten to Wednesday, but now I want to
go back in time to the Chamber Music festival, bear with me, this will
make perfect nonsense soon.
While Meredith and I were at the aforementioned fiesta musica,
a woman came up (down, to be perfectly frank [our seats are row "C" the
strangers were further down the alphabet]) and asked if my wife might
not be the incredibly talented writer Laurie R. King. (I didn't know how incredible until about 3:00 this morning).
She was not (My wife was not {ms King, that is})
Suddenly, we are back in the Seattle public library again, because, I am looking for books by L.R.K
I found one, "Keeping Watch" which I read last night and early this morning, also which is why my eyes look like this and my spch ss shluuyrid
The walk up to Cap Hil was long because... I don't know, I'm just tired.
What else?
I didn't stop at Victrola (the frame shop one just east of Mel Brooks)
Lesson was as usual.
Wait a minute, on the way up, I stopped at Westlake Mall for lunch.
On the way up, I stopped at another mall to listen to some S. Amer music. Guitar, quatro, bass, perc, trumpet.
#9 bus home.....
Nice talkin' to ya, got things to do...drop by anytime.
appointment, I drove through town rather than take the usual lake
route. This clever maneuver brought me to 15th ave. The very 15th ave
that sports another Cafe Victrola, a very different Cafe Victrola. I
stopped and had coffee and a chocolate croissant. Jeremy Denk was not there, probably over on the evil side of the lake. Where Bill Gates and Paul Allen hide out occasionally.
I do hope he returns safely.
On to Wed. Ladro, Librero, ecterero.
I know we have just this instant gotten to Wednesday, but now I want to
go back in time to the Chamber Music festival, bear with me, this will
make perfect nonsense soon.
While Meredith and I were at the aforementioned fiesta musica,
a woman came up (down, to be perfectly frank [our seats are row "C" the
strangers were further down the alphabet]) and asked if my wife might
not be the incredibly talented writer Laurie R. King. (I didn't know how incredible until about 3:00 this morning).
She was not (My wife was not {ms King, that is})
Suddenly, we are back in the Seattle public library again, because, I am looking for books by L.R.K
I found one, "Keeping Watch" which I read last night and early this morning, also which is why my eyes look like this and my spch ss shluuyrid
The walk up to Cap Hil was long because... I don't know, I'm just tired.
What else?
I didn't stop at Victrola (the frame shop one just east of Mel Brooks)
Lesson was as usual.
Wait a minute, on the way up, I stopped at Westlake Mall for lunch.
On the way up, I stopped at another mall to listen to some S. Amer music. Guitar, quatro, bass, perc, trumpet.
#9 bus home.....
Nice talkin' to ya, got things to do...drop by anytime.
Labels: Laurie King
posted by Lane Savant at 10:09 AM
2 Comments:
Godinheaven sir, your mental meandering is second to none. What a joy it is to hook up our cranial caboose to your runaway cortexial engine.
Victrola Coffee and Art on 15th
From the day it opened, our café on 15th felt like it had been a part of the neighborhood for ages. Within the first few weeks we got to know our neighbors and had a couple write their wedding vows on our back couch. Within the first few months we had art openings, a rockabilly show and a regular who told us that our café was the "living room of capitol hill". Within the first few years we hosted the very first KEXP remote broadcast, an insect safari, a campaign kickoff, classic movie nights, more art openings, a rock opera and the regulars just kept on coming. In the last few years we started roasting coffee out of our back room and found ourselves on another wonderful adventure. Our community has expanded to include not only the great people in our neighborhood but also the cafes and restaurants that carry our coffee and the fine people who grow it all over the world.
Our 15th avenue café is all about community and seriously beautiful coffee. Stop on by for a gorgeously prepared coffee drink, an artisan pastry, a house made sandwich or a fancy desert. Settle in with a good book, some friends to talk to or just hang out and you will surely get to know your neighbor and our great staff behind the bar.
Yes, go east old man, to the "evil side" of The lake, where the robber barons, churlish bankers, uptight doctors and lawyers, and all the aristocracy of Cyberia hang out, and hang their hats and leg irons.
You trod over days in the week like a drunken dervish, like a dubious doppleganger, and it is quite a thrill ride hanging on to your shirt tails. You are a perfect practicer of that old adage that "time is relative", simply the measurement of movement so we mortals can have the illusion of focus and a semblence of control, which is in itself an illusion of course. The following was off a blogsite, not dissimilar to yours.
Laurie B
Occupation: Writer
Location: New York : United States
About Me
None of us can paint our picture in a brushstroke, only an aspect of it. The parameters you choose expand like rings in a pond after a frog leaps in; a life is just impossible to confine to few words. I will say, though, that I was born in the country, attended college in the early 70's, married, and became widowed too soon. And...I am a writer. I always was, and always will be, that.
Interests
Reading writing gardening all animals (but especially cats) nature 18th & 19th century history
Favorite Movies
Emma (Miramax) The African Queen My Fair Lady The Owl and the Pussycat Out of Africa The Abyss
Favorite Music
Mozart Bach Haydn traditional American and English folk music Patsy Cline Joan Baez Carole King Neil Young John Prine Kiri Te Kanawa anything by George Gershwin
Gosh, is my face red. Your reference was to Laure "R" King --of course. How silly of me.
Laurie R. King (born 1952) is an American author best known for her detective fiction. Among her books are the Mary Russell series of historical mysteries, featuring Sherlock Holmes as her partner, and a series featuring Kate Martinelli, a fictional San Francisco, California, police officer.
King's first book, A Grave Talent (1993), received the 1994 Edgar Award for Best First Novel and a 1995 John Creasey Memorial Award. This was followed by the 1996 Nero Wolfe Award, for A Monstrous Regiment of Women, and the 2002 Macavity Award for Best Novel, for Folly. She has also been nominated for an Agatha Award, an Orange Prize, and two more Edgars.
She has earned a BA degree in comparative religion and an MA in Old Testament Theology. She also received an honorary doctorate from the Church Divinity School of the Pacific.
Works
Kate Martinelli mysteries
A Grave Talent (1993) ISBN 0-312-08804-3
To Play the Fool (1995) ISBN 0-312-11907-0
With Child (1996) ISBN 0-312-14077-0
Night Work (2000) ISBN 0-553-10713-5
The Art of Detection (2006) ISBN 0-553-80453-7
Mary Russell mysteries
The Beekeeper's Apprentice (1994) ISBN 0-312-10423-5
A Monstrous Regiment of Women (1995) ISBN 0-312-13565-3
A Letter of Mary (1997) ISBN 0-312-14670-1
The Moor (1998) ISBN 0-312-16934-5
O Jerusalem (1999) ISBN 0-553-11093-4
Justice Hall (2002) ISBN 0-553-11113-2
The Game (2004) ISBN 0-553-80194-5
Locked Rooms (2005) ISBN 0-553-80197-X
Non-series books
A Darker Place (1999)
Folly (2001)
Keeping Watch (2003)
Califia's Daughters (as Leigh Richards) (2004)
KEEPING WATCH (2003)
Versatile and prolific, King not only finds time for two successful mystery series but also manages to produce the occasional stand-alone gem. Fans will discover that this gripping tale shares certain locations and characters with Folly (2001), but her hero and subject are unique to this novel. At its simplest, this is the story of a man who helps rescue women and/or children from dangerously abusive men. King's lengthy, brilliantly executed backstory of Allen Carmichael's experiences in Vietnam, his disastrously unhappy return home and his eventual discovery of his "calling" showcase some of her finest writing. Now in his early 50s, Allen is ready to retire from his dangerous vocation, to settle on his remote island and perhaps serve as a consultant to those who continue the struggle. But his last rescue, that of a 12-year-old boy trapped in a horrible situation, continues to haunt him. And when reports reach him that loose ends from that case may be unraveling, he's compelled to check it out since his actions may have endangered others. King captures perfectly the contradictions of combat: the exhilaration and the horror, the isolation and the camaraderie. The niche Allen eventually finds, the one that allows him to function more or less successfully, offers almost the same mix of extreme emotions. This novel of harrowing suspense and wrenching resolution should earn King plenty of accolades.
Melva called me from Portugal at 3am this morning, because she knew that I would be up getting ready for work. It was 11am there. Spain was great, she reported, and she is having a wonderful time. They will spend a few more days there, and then wing over the Channel to London for two days, and then the long trek back to Sea Tac over the pole.
I'm having my medical treatments yesterday and today, so I feel like a bag of rat shit. Other than that everything could not be rosier.
Glenn
By the 9th, Jeremy was no longer in the Seattle area; he was not on the program for any of the concerts on the "evil" (= filthy rich) side of the Lake.
"Butch" is roght: ypur "mental meandering" is fascinating!! He also makes the "Victrola" even more tempting a place to go for sandwiches + coffee; I wonder if "Vicky's" sandwiches are even better than those at "Pert's" on the Lake in Leschi?? Anybody ever eaten at both? I love"Pert's" veggie sandwiches, which makes that area a favorite walking area for me; only prob;em is that Pert's closes at 5:00 p.m. sharp.
-- Anonomann
-- Anonomann
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