Thanks to the joy of AT&T Broadband Internet service (or lack there of) I am still without that thar interweb at home. They tell me tomorrow is the day. No, really this time. We’ll see. I have a lot to say, but paying by the minute at Kinko’s is not condusive to rambling.
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We have a great view and nice ocean breezes in our apartment. The house plants and rats survived the long hot two day drive. I had a job interview yesterday at Bon Appetit and it went well. Also, my creative agency is taking my portfolio to the LA Times tomorrow. I’m still unpacking. I like having a dishwasher. Venice seems to always be 10° cooler than the rest of LA, which is stupendous. I miss my parents and my Honda. I need to get the truck washed, as it has much bird shit uponst the hood.
Oh, and The Seattle Weekly printed my article. They’ve already forwarded me a letter to the editor, but it’s pretty positive:
In regards to your “Douse It” article, I think you are pretty right on.
Fire performance is more like a plague than an art, and experienced and
innovative performers are growing fewer and farther in between.
However, there are several innovative and experienced troupes in this
city that your article failed to notice or mention, and for the sake of
fair journalism — I feel I should point this out.
[She writes about three Seattle fire performance groups unmentioned
in the article.]
The fact that this particular art form has super saturated Seattle,
*should* push the art to a bigger and better level, those who can’t or
won’t- will become passe and tired memories.
I do agree that the Seattle audience should exercise a more
discriminating taste when choosing to book or view these events, but
those who work hard and are fantastic at what they do, should not be
penalized for the inconsistency of others.
I hope that your article will induce some of this discriminating taste I
am referring to, and that the demand for classy and artistic
performances, will be the bar to which people are expected to perform to
as a result.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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