Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Mon Bébé

Bet you didn't know I was a most-magical painter!
Bet I didn't know that either.

Me and the the 2-d painting/colouring/scratching arts - it's no pretending that I can do them... at all. In fact I think it's safe to say I'm mighty miserable at them.

My dear friend Carole, though, she has a gift! She also has a passion she loves to share for the arts. I ran into her, although not literally, at the corner across from St. Vinny's a few Fridays ago. I had just finished scootering down the Burke Gilman after an 11 hour day nannying the boys. She was getting off the bus with her sister from dance.

They invited me over and I thought it would be lovely.

Carole's art inventory is vast... and she has canvas.

I was to paint that canvas.

And as you can see, my artistic talents really shine though.


Is this baby more than just a joke? I have to admit the little guy has grown on me. Yes, I've become attached to this near-dreadful gangsta-excuse for a baby. He has a place on my wall.

He has a name but it cannot be shared here. Someone might steal his identity.

Ok, I know he might hurt your eyes at first. Might make you cringe. Give you the giggles. But after a week, I bet he'd find a place in your heart to.


the Writing "Process"

The Writing Process?
You mean "outline, draft, final?"
Ha! I wish writing was that simple for me. For me, the writing process starts the minute I choose to begin the assignment.

For every essay I've written in college (I'm on my fourth quarter, now) I've done the majority of the paper, 80% or so, the day it was due.

My first class I had a major research essay to do. We had over 2 months to work on it. The day before it was due I went to the library and chose my subject - the forms of assistance new Jewish immigrants received in New York in the 1930s to 1940s.

I decided to do things right yesterday. You can tell I did them right because I am saying "yesterday," not "today" which means that I did not do a blog yesterday... although I did take pictures.

The key to actually getting work done early, for me, is creating the right environment. This includes lighting, temperature, scent, sound, and even food for taste.

Before I even start the process I need to take my "emergency meds." These are the ones I take later in the day right before major assignments. They make me over anxious but work.

Process of Writing An Essay
1) Open blinds. Windows. Air room out (as done daily).
2) Clean room. Entirely. This may take one to two hours to accomplish.
3) Get nutritionized. Prepare tea, soup, and carrots to be consumed.
4) Read text. Think about it.
5) Set up study area.
6) Hope I don't have wireless for my laptop.
7) Organize pencils.
8) Sharpen pencils.
8.5) More tea.
9) Compare pencils.
10) Put on favourite album of hymns.
11) Start the prewriting process.
11.5) Think about how lovely the setting and room is. Take photographs.
12) Write questions. Answer questions.
13) Hope I can stay focused enough for a final.
13.5) More tea.
14) Read writing outloud.
15) Next day, do a second edit, right before class.
16) Print out two copies.
17) Don't look at essay ever ever ever again that day except when turning in.

Wish for a 4.0.

I'm hoping this worked.

In English 101, I managed to do each essay right before class and get a solid 4.0 on each essay. I thought this was everyone who got a 4.0 till people started comparing grades and I overheard.

I would have continued on with this habit but I realized I could have much more peace if I just conquered an essay a day early. I also realized that in the future, I could encounter assignments that take more than just quick wit on the due date.

It felt good to get this work done. I genuinely do enjoy learning, writing, and working when I feel that I can comprehend the subject. Once I actually got into the study zone (thank you meds) I am capable of hyper focusing and when that happens, great things are possible.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Ee-Un to Ian to Ee-Un the Ages

Ian's home!
What excitement when I get to see my brother.

Ian is older than me by three years. He doesn't live at home anymore. Was there ever a rad-der brother?

On Saturday morning I saw him enter the house as I was making arugula salad. He slinked into my old bedroom for a nap without announcing his presence. So I made enough salad for him to enjoy some as well.

I made a comment to my mom about having a salad for Ian.

"Ian's home?"

And she didn't believe me. She thought I was joshin' her! She thought I was pullin' her leg. But I wasn't.

He wanted to nap and was barely in the Hubert residence - but I enjoyed the time I did get with him much-so.

Friday, June 25, 2010

American Pride

Seeing this car in the neighborhood-next-door made me feel especially patriotic.

Dad Dad Dad

What did my dad do to deserve an SPD kid like myself?

Sometimes, I feel absolutely horrible. I feel like I am not worthy of being his daughter. I feel like he deserved an amazing daughter, not one like me. But he loves me anyways and I love him, my amazing dad.

Fidget Feature: Tennis Ball

I accidentally stole my friend's tennis ball. Wait. No. "Stole" is much to harsh a term. Let's say "borrow."

I accidentally borrowed my friend's tennis ball.
It has become my favourite fidget toy.

I've been fidgeting during school since the beginning of school.

In Kindergarten, the teacher actually called me "Stan" because I was always standing and never sitting. I was supposed to sit. I stood. Stand. Sit. Stan. Maggie. That's me.

I started to bring play dough to school during the 8th grade. I was the play doh girl and ended up obtaining quite a lot of that stuff during junior high. All my teachers were chill with me playing with it during class and my classmates loved borrowing pieces of it to also fidget with. This was before I was even diagnosed with that grand ol' AD of HD.

A variety of other fidget toys have been had since then. Balloons with flour, action figures, and erasers.

And now I have a tennis ball.

It keeps my fingers busy.

Thursday, June 24, 2010


Today was the second class of English.

Am I supposed to keep my mouth shut during that class or engage? I choose to engage. And the nodding and head and even smiles of approval encourage me to continue to put in my own two cents.

The discussion of language began and the value of words.

Our professors held up a book and asked on of the Japanese students what it was in Japanese.

"本" or "Hon" he said.

"Chinese?" she asked.
"书" or "Shū," was the reply.

"Spanish?" she asked.

I waited. There was silence. Certainly someone knew Spanish in this class. But no one spoke up so I did.

"Libro," said I.
She said it back.

"French?" She asked.
Once again silence. I thought someone else would speak up. No one did. Without much thought I replied, "Livre."

Then she began to speak again talking about how different groups of people choose to call the same item by different names.

"The Germans even call it 'bok' or something like that," was what she said, or something to that tune.

There was a pause.
And I spoke up.

"Buch," said I, correcting her pronunciation.

"Are you multilingual?" she asked.

I gave a slight nod, smile, and looked down at my agenda.

I'm glad she didn't ask about Italian, Dutch, or Norwegian or else I would have answered.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Hay Un Amigo En Mi

Yesterday, Nick and I went to see Toy Story 3 at the Edmonds Theater.

I was in the age group that grew up with Toy Story. The first movie came out in 1995, when I was 5 years old - just around the same age as Andy. Pixar timed it right so that the third one, when Andy goes to college, is right with my age group who just finished their first year of college.

I was prepared for a good movie. I'd heard only good things of it from my other friends. I was not, however, prepared to cry like I did.

I normally don't get too emotional during movies. But it's songs that will triger me into tears. They played "You've Got a Friend and Me" and that's what set it off.

See, that's "our song." That's the song of me and my brother, Jorge.

I first met Jorge in August 2007. We were both exchange students to Switzerland in the same tiny village. He was my first friend there and the countless hours together made our unique friendship solid. When you go on exchange, you don't truly have a family. You leave everything you know behind for a new country for an entire year. I could pretend it's an easy party of a year but it's not. It's hard. Jorge was who I talked to about everything and anything.

Jorge is my best friend.
Jorge is my brother.

And I miss him, a lot. I haven't seen him since the airport in July 2008.

It's strange being around someone so often, sharing so many memories with them, and then having them ripped out of your life.

Anyways, "You've Got a Friend In Me" was our song. During train trips or hanging out, we would listen to it. We would sing it together. He made me a movie with that song as the soundtrack. If you read the words, it rings true to our friendship and the situations we were in.

"When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed
You just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me..."

Miles and miles from your nice warm bed? How about over five thousand miles from home? After first arriving in Switzerland, that realization can be overwelming thinking, "Goodness, I'm 5,000 from everything I know and I won't be back there for a year." No one can understand that feeling like another exchange student. That create a strong, unique, lasting bond.

"You've got troubles
I got them too
There isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you
We stick together, we can see it through."

That's how we get by. You gotta stick together. Exchange students are family and are there for helping each other out, even by just lending an ear.

"Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
But none of them
Will ever love you
The way I do
It's me and you, boy."

Haha, not really a huge comment on this one. I was small. Sometimes Jorge didn't do the most intelligent things... same with me, naturally. But didn't matter. He was my brother. I was his sister.

"And as the years go by,
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see it's our destiny
You've got a friend in me."

This is the line that gets me. The years are going by already. Two years now. And this friendship is not going to die. We might be living 4,200 miles apart and not talk all the time, but he's still my best friend. He'll always be my brother.

I will never forget the amazing times I had with my brother.

I'll remember the time I got out of history class, on a test day, to go with Jorge to get his hair cut.
I'll remember our walks each Thursday to get chocolate croissants from the Migros while our classmates learned.
I'll remember the first time we laughed together, discussing the sexuality of our waiter after a Rotary meal.
I'll remember buying postcards with him.
I'll remember searching the entire city of Luzern with him looking for the "best bakery" only to find out what we remembered was the best was a chain of bakeries and there was one in the train station.
I'll remmeber his American dancing.
I'll remember how every trip started and ended with the Obwalden to Luzern train stretch with him before seeing any of the other exchange students.
I'll remember delicious kebab meals.
I'll remember salsa dancing with him.
I'll remember making a comic book for Nicole as a present.
I'll remember long walks and bike rides around our canton and how he could bike up a hill with me holding onto his shoulder so he would pull me up the hill too.
I'll remember making leaf piles in the park during break.
I'll remember how he game me his old shirt that even smelled like him for me to take back to America so when I got sad, I could wear it and it would be like a hug. During my lowest moments when I got back, I would pull on that shirt and it would help.

I'll remember how different we were, yet somehow this friendship worked.

I freaking miss him. I mean, life goes on without him. But I feel powerless not being able to hang out with him. He is such an important person to me and it's hard to describe or type out. He's Jorge. My brother. And I miss him.

Awkward Silences Don't Fool Me

The view from a recent hike up Tiger Mountain.

Awkward silences.
Wait. The lack of noise causes you discomfort?

I personally like those pauses when no words are spoken. I like the time when no one feels the need to destroy the perfect stillness that happens, a moment to breath in a conversation.

I enjoy it when I'm walking with someone and for a while, no one says anything and it's simply ok.

There isn't any stress about fulfiling the duty to speak. Sometimes, the unsaid things are louder than that which is spoken.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


The Volkswagen Rabbit is taking up too much of my time, lately.

Even though I don't drive, I'm considering buying one eventually-soon. I get much enjoyment out of reading about them online, learning about them, and looking at the pictures I took of them at the Cruise. I also get to look up ones for say on Craigslist and Ebay Motors.

I wish I saw more of them on the road.

Unfortunately, when I walk home from the bus stop each day, I generally only see one Volkswagen. I would like to see more. But at least the car I see is a beautiful one. GTI Mark 5 Fahrenheit Edition. Yep. It's a gorgeous shade of orange. It's at the top of the hill and a great motivator when I feel a bit lacking-in-strength.

"Almost to the orange car, almost to the orange car, pull through, you can do it, almost to the orange car."

Monday, June 21, 2010

EuroCruise 2010 Mix [selection]

Alex at the wheel.

This weekend I traveled more than 445 miles.
More on something later.

My duty was music. Here's a snipple-sample of what came out of our speakers.

Loop Duplicate My Heart by Suburban Kids with Biblical Names
Randomly Generated Numbers by Wild Honey
Furr by Blitzen Trapper
You Can't Force a Dance Party by Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele
The Ancient Commonsense of Things by Bishop Allen
Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Printemps by Coeur de Pirate
Proper Rock by the Chaps
End Of The Summer On Bookbinder Road by Cocoanut Groove
Do Ya by McFly
Swing Tree by Discovery
La La La La LA! by Boy Eats Drum Machine
Cecelia by Beelzebubs
Bogachiel Rain Blues by the Moondoggies
Baboon by This Town Needs Guns
Out of My League by Stephen Speaks
White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes
Bubblewing Park by Casper and the Cookies
Sheep Go to Heaven by Cake
White Sky by Vampire Weekend
Quit Kickin' My Dog Around by the Tallboys
Jupiter by Starfucker
I Know That You Live by Whittaker Dunn
Quiero Montarme En Tu Velero by La Fiesta
Go Speed Racer by Ali Dee and the Decompressors
Everyday by Rogue Wave
Golden Phone by Micachu
Good Day by Tally Hall
Rasputin by Boney M.
Relax + Bittersweet by Jamie Cullum
We Are Your Friends by Justice vs. Simian
Ryyssboodäfääger Seedorf by Guggen Power Vol. 4
The Day I Died [acoustic in the park version] by Just Jack
Daydream Believer by Lord Sitar
Paganini: Allegro Vivace A Movimento Perpetuo In C, Op. 11, MS 72 by Béla Fleck
Late Hour by Judd and Maggie
Cheese and Freckles by Moustache of Insanity

and at least three more hours worth of music.

How pleasent.

Camping For Champions

Went camping this weekend.

The little green tent, my tent, makes me ever so happy. At three pounds, it's lighter than the backpack I take to school each day.

I was in the company of my friend Alex and Jennifer and Jennifer's family and friends.

It was beyond my bedtime, although not too late, and we finally decided it was time to go to bed. I had already set up my tent but Melinda, Jennifer's mom, asked me if I was sure I didn't want to sleep in the RV. They had room.

"Nah. I'm ok. I like sleeping in tents."

I made my way to my tent.
Zip. Open.
Zip. Closed.

And I laid down.

Hearing just the wind - that was worth the long journey to Banks Lake, where we were staying.

Then I heard a tip tapping which turned to tribbling which zolomphed into a steady drumming. On my tent.

Rain. Rain.

The wind picked up and sounded mighty strong. Yet I was safe, content, and dry in my tent.

The next morning, all was well. It was still raining and I was still dry as ever.

What a feeling! To wake up in a dry tent when it is raining outside.

I was ever so pleased just to lay there. I like that tent.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sandwich Sort of Morning

I awoke this morning at 5:45.
I was hungry.

I scurdled over to the kitchen and on the way saw my pop sleeping on the couch. I guess he's been feeling sick, that's the only reason why he would be on the couch.

Got out some whole wheat bread and brushed both sides with olive oil.

Next came the fresh-ish mozzarella from Trader Joe's.
This creates a barrier from the...

Slices of tomato.

In slicing the tomatoes, I slurp up the guts of them, the wet stuff, so I don't get a soggy sandwich. I also chop the bits up a in half so when I take a bite, I don't drag out large bites of tomato.

Skippering out to the garden got me fresh basil and rosemary.

More cheese.


Olive oil.

Into the pan - my favourite skillet that I get to take with me when I move out.
Another pan on top to squish them together.

Cook. Cook. Cook.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


Still can't get over the win.
Can't stop grinnin'.

The World Cup is more than just soocer.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Language Learnin'

Studying French in Arzier in September 2009.

I've decided to work on my languages again.

Currently, in my life time I've studied German, Swiss-German, French, Italian, and Spanish. I've also been around quite the load of sign language. Half of my family signs.

Anyways, it's German I'd love to conquer more.

I learned German mainly just by hearing it all day... and night. It was German all the time. German and Swiss-German.

I've still got my German language books (sometimes it helped with grammar) and so I think it'd do me good to study around 30 minutes a day. I'm not too confident in my self-control to do it. But if I make it a routine, it is possible.

The commons, hang-out sort of room in my school in Sarnen, Switzerland. This is where I studied for a year.

The outside of the same school.

Ways To Make a Gorilla Mad

- Lick gummy-bears and then stick them to the gorilla's back.
- Paint the gorilla's toenails neon orange.
- Scrape knives together behind the gorilla's head.
- Call the gorilla, "Fluffy Peanut Muncher."
- Yell Shakespeare into a mega-phone.
- Jiggle your elbows around the gorilla's face.
- Dump out all your receipts around the gorilla's home.

I, too, would be just as angry as a gorilla if such things happened to me.


I've been trying to get my hike on.

It makes me feel good. Being outside get's me giddy. Seeing new paths get's me excited.

Discovery Park is a pretty short hike, but 99% worth your time and effort to get there. Not that it takes much time because it's right there in Magnolia, West Seattle.

Apparently there are 270 species of bird bird birds.

I just feel blessed that I can hop on over here in just a 30 minutes drive. It's so refreshing and free. This is ideal entertainment, for me.

During my time there with Monica, we met a little tike named Lucien. Lucien called us his kids. If we went a bit too fast he would yell out, "I need my kids!" I guess we were his kids, along with another crew. The first time he greated me it was with arms open wide. Lucien showed me boats in the water.

Lucien and I are definitly friends. I am his kid.

No Schedule

This week is lacking in structure.
I got out of school next week and next week I start school - but not full on structure.

I've got my agenda but plans are still in the air and I'm not the biggest fan of that.

Goodness, my world is upside down.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Two Hours Grace

Photo by Mike.

Today is the last day of finals.

I showed up at the Office of Special Services this morning at 10:30. You'd think that an office with a name like that catered to all things wonderful and sugar infused but really it's just where folks like me go to take tests and pick up notes. I'm told that at the college I had originally planned on going to, Ripon College, they give you free juice and granola bars in the same office.

I walked in, prepared to conquer.

"Margaret, are you going to take your test two hours early?"
"I have you scheduled for 12:15."
"Oh, um, guess I'll study for a bit. Can I take it early?"

I had ended up showing up for the time when I would normally take my English class. What a confused girl I am.

I've got two hours to fill. Guess those can be used to study some more - I'm just afraid my meds will wear off by test time. I accidentally took a light dose this morning and I took it earlier than normal.

I can definitely use the extra time. I've got a lot more that I could study and facts that haven't been cemented in my brain.

Wish me luck? Nah. Don't need luck.
I am the Master of Cultural Anthropology and all things acculturation related.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Summer School Child

I am going to continue on with my education this summer.

That's right.

Summer Quarter 2010 - I'm enrolled.

Since the fall, I've lagged behind my classmates in credits. I was in Switzerland September to November so I only did one class online. Winter I did two classes. Spring I did three.

I am stoked. Honestly am. I do really well with routine and structure and going to school during the summer will help with that. My parentals gave me the option of going to school or getting a job. I don't mind school and decided it would be good to get some more classes taken care of.

One class that has my excitement is Sustainable Gardening/Horticulture. Here's the class description:

This lab science course teaches environmentally responsible gardening practices and landscaping. Content includes plant identification, plant anatomy, soils, fertilizers/composting, integrated pest management, and water conservation.

Bet you wish you were in that class.

Lab science means hands on - I'm game.

I also know that with this class, we actually get to work in our new community-campus garden. It's beautiful! And we're donating the food to shelters.

Might also be taking English and some other class. Maybe. It's summer, though, and there's no need to strain myself.

Picture Note: This was the one teacher I never really got along with. She was our substitute. I feel a bit bad. See, I hadn't taken my meds that day so I was quite impulsive.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Studying for Finals with ADHD & SPD

The original theme of this blog was to document discoveries, thoughts, reflections, and memories of my life with SPD, ADHD, among other things. So, I'm hopping back to that for a bit.

How does an ADHD kids like me get through college?
I'm not entirely sure yet.

Getting myself to settle down and just study can be a battle, but when I win boy am I a winner. One of the cool things about ADHD is when we do focus (or at least me), we don't just focus - we hyperfocus!

I just have to be able to harness the hyperfocusing power for good.

It all starts with my meds. I don't care if you're for or against them - I know they are right for me and just another tool I use to succeed. I've got the intelligence to do fantastic (last quarter I was the only one to get 100% on all three math exams) but I just have to equip myself so I can reach my full potential.

So I've got my meds. Those do great.

Tea is another way I help myself calm down. Definitely no sugar. No no no. This morning I had a pear (natural sugar is ok), a banana, carrots, snap peas, celery, broccoli, and a slice of whole grain bread with almond butter. Set to go!

The Right Environment
This is so crucial that it is ridiculous. Regardless of how "ready" I am to study, if I'm in an overstimulating environment, there's no way I get myself to retain information.

I am really easily distracted which is why I like to study at the library. When I'm there, my brain knows that it's learning time.

My study-self sort of switches off when I get home so I have other ways of cuing myself to focus. When I'm at home, I need clean surroundings. Normally, the best way to achieve this is through my study blanket.

I love laying down a blanket on the ground and having that area have the soul purpose of being my designated study blanket. It works great. I just have my work and tea and it's super comfy to role around on. I can sit up. Lay down. Stretch.

I love my study blanket.

Silence or Music
My SPD makes me hypersensitive to noise. I hear sounds others don't and they can take up all the thinking space in my brain as I listen.

I use music as white noise when the world thinks that it's sole purpose is to distract me. Favourites include the soundtrack of Pride and Prejudice, Finding Neverland, and anything by Chris Rice.

I've listened to these songs enough that my brain now recognizes that when it hears them, it's supposed to start learning. It's an audio cue.

I learn best with natural light.

It's like a race to get as much studying done as possible before my meds wear off.

I study best in chunks of time - giving myself dance breaks when I sense myself getting restless.

Another tool I use is having someone else in the room while I study. This keeps me on task. Sometimes my mom will read on the sofa or today, Carole did her art in the same room and that worked great. I know it seems weird that a 19 year old would need someone there, but it helps me with accountability.

Get the School Involved
I have no shame in going to the Department of Disabilities at my college. They are there to help me succeed. I take my tests in a room different from my classmates where it is super quite (they even have ear plugs for me, if I need them). I get extra time plus I can use a computer. There are people in my class who also take notes for me which I study in addition to my own.

The teachers are usually really understanding too. I had trouble keeping up with assignments because the teacher wasn't consistent with where he posted them. There was no routine and I just couldn't keep track. Things got even more worse when I lost my agenda for a few days. A short chat with him and he let me catch up in my own time.

I don't have a severe disability like a lot of people, pretty mild, but I still appreciate the extra help. I'll do whatever it takes to keep myself on the educated path. Having the school work with me makes me feel like the situation isn't so hopeless and keeps me from getting discouraged and overwelmed. The worst thing that can happen is that I feel that overwelming sense of hopelesness. I'm just taking little steps.

I can do this! I can graduate from college!

Well, I've got five more packets of information to read and two chapters. I know I can do it as long as I don't get distracted by any more blog posts...

I know my pants look awkward. Scrubs are super-super high waisted.

Monday, June 7, 2010


What you would not know about me is...

I strongly strongly dislike it when the driver can see me in their rearview mirror.

It makes me squirm. Makes me wiggle. Makes me look away.

And in the end, I normally end up laying my head on my knees, covering my head, taking shelter until the driver moves the mirror and I can sit up in my own private peace once again.

Sacred Snoqualmie

Anthropology is the class that can be integrated into my life experiences with the most ease.

Today, the professor talked about sacred places and how people go them thinking that it will increase their probability of getting closer to a supernatural being or force. With many of the Western religions, such as Christianity, it is often a man-made building - a church.

But there are other religions in which places are considered sacred. She gave us two local examples, one of which was Snoqualmie Falls.

Just last week, someone took me there.

I see what those people who consider it sacred meant. The world seems different at the falls. Time is irrelevant. The water falling is mesmerizing and I found myself content just rubbing a stick against stone without any desire to move on or change activities.

The Snoqualmie People want the the falls to be recognized as sacred by taking away money making and government created structures such as the inn and the hydroelectric generating facility.

I understand what their argument and wishes. I wouldn't like it if people were treating my church as a hotel or if the city of Seattle came and put an energy creating devise in the middle of our sanctuary. I also can't deny that the falls would look even more magnificent without the looming crane and construction jurbling up at the top.

I wonder what other natural landmarks in Washington are considered sacred to certain groups of people.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

This We Love About Seattle: Flash Mobs

Picture by Kate Bergman at My Wallingford.
See me?
Life is brilliant.
Scooter rides keep things movin'.

But what kept me motivated to stand in the soggified grass of Seattle for more than 40 minutes this grey 'n' drizzlin' Sunday when I could have stayed inside, listening to my friend write a hymn?

Today, the mobbers had the chance to be on the cover of the next issue of Seattle Met. So dandy. It relates to the "Things We Love About Seattle" theme. What do they love about us? They love the flash mobs that keep happening in our hip hop happenin' village.

I got a ride to SPU with Monica. Hung out on Eric's couch till it was time to scooter across the Fremont Bridge to Gas Works Park.

Our instructions were to wear red. We wandered the grass without much thought, it was fun being able to recognize people from past flash mobs. There is a brinking-on-strong sense of community.

Endlich, we were alerted that the helicopter was coming. Helicopters fly real good, you know. We scrambled to the heart where I found my place next to mobbers from the Abba flash mob - Alesha and Andy.

That's when the posing started.

The helicopter just did huge loops over our heads and we were to look at it. Each time it came to the North, the bottom point of our heart, we had to be posed and ready to go.


- Just stare at the camera.
- Smile.
- Jesus.
- Jesus a bit up.
- L in the air.
- Heart in the air.
- Outsides put your hands out.
- Hug each other facing out like you're hugging Seattle.
- Hands out like checking for rain.
- Kids in the middle of the heart.
- Heart within a heart.

"Mom. I'm done looking up. Ready to go."
One boy said after 27 minutes had passed.

- Go crazy in the middle of the heart.
- Half-way wave without hands.
- Half-way wave with hands.
- Back flips in the heart (I wish).
- Walk away from the heart.

As you can tell, it took quite a lot of concentration and skill.
Good thing we are very, very excellent at posing.

I think the pilot of the helicopter might have gotten circle-sick.

Here's a shot Will Austin got up in the helicopter got with his iPhone:

I'd say we make one pretty rad heart.

Flying Solo

Flying solo.
Doing things on my own.
Believe it or not - that is how I like it.

I love going and doing things like volunteering or flash mobs without knowing anyone ahead of time.

I prefer that to cordinating times and bringing a friend with me to events.

I enjoy being in situations in which know no one, not a single person, and I get a chance to meet new folks. I really like that.

Don't get me wrong - very often I would rather that I had somebody walking by my side to laugh with or ride the bus next to. It is not uncommon that I wish I had friends I could drag along with me. I wish I had a friend who would be available to have mini-adventures. Sometimes I wish there was someone who lived nearby who I could call last-minute and they would be free to go for a walk or a bus ride to Seattle without before-hand-planning. But I don't. I have great friends but they don't live in my village and if they live near by, they are a bunch of busy misters (and I admit that I can be a busy mister to at times).

I get too many folks saying, "Maggie! Next time you do [x] take me with you."

That's difficult for me because I can't keep track of those requests. There are a lot of people asking me to keep them posted. I don't really feel like keeping track and letting them know. I just want to do what I do when I do it. I don't like having people dependent upon me. I want to do it on my ownsome.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Home For An Ounce

The kids are coming home from their living-far-away-ness.
What a relief.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Why Bachelorette?

Why would I feel any ounce of motivation to watch Week 2, Part 2 of the Bachelorette?
Answer: Definitly because Jamie Cullum was on it. Dude.

How awesome would it be if Jamie Cullum played music for you and your friend to dance to?

Answer: It would be extremely awesome.

I watched the Bachelorette this week for a few minutes and I got to observe yet another concert by Jamie Cullum. I can't wait for the two Jamie concerts I have coming up next month.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

J.P. Come Out Side With Me

Guess who I got to see.
Oi. This will be one lame guessing game considering I posted the photograph first.


Got to see Jenny in the middle of her intensive-work-packed day.

I got over 20 minutes with her! It was super exciting and wonderful. It's always lovely to see Jenny.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Abba Flash Mob

Photo from here.

Today I had the honour, delight, and enjoyment of participating in the Abba flash mob at the Swedish Hospital.

June 1 is the 100th year anniversary of this amazing hospital. Apparently they’ve brought over 200,000 babies into the world. That’s a whole lot of babies. That’s around 30 times the population of Ripon, Wisconsin.

Around 9-11 of us put on scrubs and got in the 100th year picture with all the employees then, well, I guess you can watch the movie.

I got a kick out of dancing – it was quite a bit different from square dancing, round dancing, or clogging. I think doing flash mobs is worth it for the laughs, smiles, and free “dance lessons” that are tailored for those who aren’t dancers. Our choreographer and instructor, Bobby Bonsey, is not only a brilliant dancer but has the gift of teaching and unifying a group.

Can you find me? I'm there a-skippin' away at :22-23, and then at :25 you can see me, I guess, sort of the the center left (red hair). I do the rest of the dance near the front to the left, to the right of the post man (he has no hair on the top of his head).
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