#anacortes

[orendarling]

Anacortes, Washington

November, 2023

[therealstonedelephant]

ok, last one i promise

[bandcampsnoop]

11/8/24.

I know this is an obvious post, but Mount Eerie "Night Palace" is just so good. Phil Elverum's return to Microphones "The Glow Part 2" epicness is not only an exhilarating listen, it's pretty fun and catchy throughout.

My favorite on first listen was "Non-Metaphorical Decolonization" which starts off like a Yo La Tengo krautrock long-player. Then it transitions into class Mount Eerie/Microphones. I've always thought that Elverum's sound and voice recall Grandaddy, The Mountain Goats and C. Strøm.

Elverum (Anacortes, Washington) has had a long career - I'm happy to see he's releasing his own work (P.W. Elverum & Sun) and reaping the just rewards of a career dedicated to making music on his own terms and timetable.

[daysinayear2015]

Day 110: April 19, 2024

Ferry to Orcas Island. This was my first time back in Anacortes since kicking off my cross-country bike trip there 17 years ago. Anacortes, WA.

[bevanne46]

Burl Ives, who many of us will remember as the silver-and-golden-voiced snowman in the 1964 TV Special “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” spent his own golden years in a waterfront home in Anacortes, WA where he passed away in 1995 at the age of 85. Ives was a late casting decision for the special by the producers, who originally intended the actor who voiced Yukon Cornelius to sing the songs. Lucky for us, a last-minute switch was made to bring in Burl, which is why Sam the Snowman is never seen interacting with the other characters because his parts were created after the rest of the scenes were mostly finished.

The show was broadcast for the first time in 1964, but it suffered from a glaring plot hole. The protagonists never made good on their promise to return to the Island of Misfit toys. This travesty did not go unnoticed as thousands of concerned citizens deluged the network with letters demanding a resolution. So, Rankin Bass created a new ending (spoiler alert!) that shows Santa flying to the island and rescuing the Misfit Toys for distribution to loving children around the world. The revised show aired the next year and every year since. In order to fit the new scene in, something had to be cut, so they nixed a segment in which explained that the object of Yukon Cornelius’ desire was actually a Peppermint Mine – which vindicates his bizarre ice-axe-licking fetish. He was tasting for peppermint and not silver and gold.

[emilyjulstrom]

Sunday at Mt. Erie

[jamiemccanless]

Fidalgo Artisan Yarn & Clothing

Took an impromptu trip to Anacortes today for Fidalgo Artisan Yarn’s 9th anniversary sale. 🥳 Showed off my Synaptic Wrap (knit in Brilliant Blue of their Rosario Sport), acquired yarn, bought books instead of lunch, and scampered back to San Juan Island (running only half an hour late)

[stuph-i-like]

[the-dose-makes-the-poison]

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[orendarling]

Anacortes, Washington

November, 2023

[monsieurbj]

DO NOT REBLOG IN NSFW, 18+ (Porno, Naked), AND not in TRASH BLOGS, racism, politic, guns/wars blogs, thanks. Thanks for your views!

Taylor Point LIghthouse provides a beacon for boaters in the shallow and rocky waters off Chuckanut Drive near Anacortes, WA . Very picturesque with the san Juan Islands looming in the background. The stone tower is only about 25' tall but highly visible to boaters. Located at the Taylor Shellfish Farms.

[uhhhhmanda]

THESE ARE PICTURES OF THE EARTH'S MANTLE. The mantle is usually under the crust. It's usually 30 miles down. It's usually about 1000 degrees Fahrenheit. But in this park an hour's drive from my house, the edge of the tectonic plate has gotten so fucked up that the mantle is exposed! I walked on it! I touched it! I freaked out pretty hard!

[drberkes]

f*ck

Ok hi so I (12/2/22) am going to force myself to write now because the amount of anxiety is unacceptable and I have tentatively identified not enough writing as a possible source. So here we go: if you’re expecting a nice eggplant dish, please manage your expectations. I am going to do my best. I may just hand you a f*cken eggplant and tell you, “Best of luck, I’ve done all I can.”

Ok so how did I get here? I tried writing about it a bit for my Technology Awareness paper I wrote for Natalie, but that paper was just for fun and I’m not proud of it (there were swear words in it). Hmm…let me tell you about Anacortes, like I told one of my nurses when I was in the hospital for ten days back in May. My Aunt Barb and a friend she had liked for a long time decided to go on a road trip together. My Aunt was agreeable with everything her friend wanted - no audiobook, weird climate control requests, fancy bathroom requests, everything - even agreeing to go to Anacortes against her own judgment. She wanted to go to Port Townsend where they would have had no shortage of restaurants by the water to enjoy. They got to Anacortes and discovered that unless there is a festival, Anacortes is a sleepy little port town with not much going on. My Aunt spent her time there in the quilt shop, making the best of it, while her friend went off to get a tshirt. So they wound up in Anacortes with nothing to do and only a t-shirt to show for it. This journal entry, written in December (December!) is the same t-shirt from Anacortes. And the agreeableness I’ve described here is just the tip of the iceberg for her trip. Boy, let me f*cken tell you… …like I told everyone at the ketamine clinic. I was supposed to be tripping balls during my extremely expensive infusion and getting an abundance of insights from my subconscious but I spent the last half of it babbling to my doctor about everything that I haven’t written about yet - all the people I tried to help and how it almost killed me. I’m seeing four paragraphs now so I’ll take that as a sign that I am probably going to survive. BUT *********@#$%^, WTF. People people people are just people, people, people (Brown). And chronic stress prevents our writing/reading/learning brains from getting online. Less writing, more stress. It’s enough to make you crazy if you let it. Anyway, I have no idea where to begin inspiring you with the extremely horrific dumpster fire that is my mental health and how I got here. So I’ll start with you. If you’re reading this, you are probably a person. What does it mean to be a person? I wish I could bust out one of my papers and tell you what I think, but hellfire in the form of a dozen pieces of garbage masquerading as people rained down on my f*cken house. I’ve had windows broken, death threats, graffiti across the street (“f*ck you” written on the curb). All because when people get pushed in the wrong direction, they make bad decisions. They decide they want to go to Anacortes. For the record, I want to go to Port Townsend. But I’ve already been there. Thanks Aunt Barb! 🙂 What was Port Townsend supposed to look like for me? Let’s circle back to the beginning of the pandemic. Kameron was out. So I’ve just spent a couple years at a community college and got sent home like Isaac Newton. What am I gonna do? Study Calculus? Write 100 papers? No, I’m gonna try to help Kameron. And Clay and Cameron and his girlfriend Missy and Brynn and Robert all at the same time. This where we’ll lose some definition...there were so many encounters there where I tried using my AS to push as hard as I could in the right direction. The outcomes were mixed: Kameron went back to prison, Clay moved to NY with Jeff, Cameron and Missy had to move also, and I worry about Brynn. Robert is doing better and has a job now. Why did this f*cken happen? Because they needed more help than I could give them. Lesson learned: you have to identify if someone is doing well enough for you to help them otherwise they will just pull you down too. It is not their fault. I suppose you get to be a certain age and you’ll get weird looks if you still act like a child, but I digress. These folks are good people who wound up in bad situations because of forces beyond their control. That reminds me of what my Uber driver told me when I came back from Portland right before (AM)^2 started: “...they’ll eat you alive.” But if someone is heading down a path where they’re gonna end up in a bad position when they’re older and I can do something about it, how can I choose not to act? How can I sit there and protect myself when there is work to be done? Now we’re getting into Tara Brabazon.  Anyway, this all sort of came to a head when I lost my job, checked myself into the hospital, got out and promptly had a tiny, tiny relapse which actually improved my PHQ-9 score considerably. But ah, now Tara Brabazon is reading this I’ll just head off to watch some of her videos. I feel better already having written something. Yay. Why did I lose my job? Because if I try to show up I’ll get probably get arrested. Why did this happen? ...and reason 546 is because I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t take care of myself well enough. And I wasn’t careful enough. I built a gun that shoots live piranhas and aimed at my fucken self.

[daysinayear2015]

Day 113: April 22, 2024

Ferry back! Anacortes, WA.

[bluebrightly]

LOCAL WALKS: Around Town

In town, the exuberance of flowers, the coolness of shadows, the serendipity of reflections in unexpected places. Random scenes seen, recorded, remembered. ** 1. Chair shadows * 2. Scuttering shadows. * 3. Marching shadows. * 4. Alley scene seen. * 5. Local history noted. * 6. Work in progress. * 7. Eave shadows and shingle scallops. * 8. Found reflections. * 9. In black…

[deborabuerk-the-write-stuff]

Flying.

Flying. Come along with me as I go flying with Larry Buerk in his sports car two-seater airplanes.

By Debora Ragland BuerkThe Write StuffLooking at life from a different POV. A Birthday Wish. Today was my husband’s birthday. His wish was to take me flying. So Nervous Nellie put on her big girl panties and went flying. Here’s what I saw. Happy Birthday, Larry! 🎂 Debora Ragland Buerk The Write stuff 🎂