Mad Times

I’ve put all of my lost glove photos in a set on Flickr.

This is mostly to take advantage of the integration between Flickr and Yahoo Maps. I’ve placed each glove picture on the map as close to where it was sitting as I can recall and reproduce. #27 is still sadly homeless, but all the others have been mapped.

You can see a map showing all the gloves, even the outliers

Or you can look at one showing just the ones in Issaquah.

If you click on the numbers you’ll get a little popup with scrolling thumbnails that will take you to the individual pictures. It’s pretty neat. It’s also much much easier to maintain than my old map.

updated to fix link to Issaquah zoomed map

Today’s Writer’s Almanac includes the poem “First Day of Spring” by Ann Hudson which starts off like this:

It’s a wild March morning in Chicago, the wind

dragging its nets through the streets.

Trawling for its usual and plentiful treasures:

crushed styrofoam cups, torn newspapers,

lost gloves, a blizzard of fast food napkins.

…

Shot this back on Valentine’s Day, forgot to post it.

The Issaquah Press, our local weekly newspaper, did an article on local bloggers for their winter “Issaquah Living” insert. Unfortunately it’s not online so I can’t link you to it, but if you’re in the area you might be able to find a copy somewhere.

The author was a little confused about the distinction between my homepage and my blog, but hopefully the curious will have found their way here through the homepage->blog link.

Other area blogs referenced in the article include:

• Larry Lohrman’s Panoblog
• Richard Gillmann’s Absolute Piffle
• Bryan Weinstein’s Broken Issaquah
• Larry and Kathleen Cragun’s Issaquah Undressed (no nudity involved ;-)

What other Issaquah bloggers were overlooked? I know of these:

• Mark Griffith’s Blog of Niffgurd (though Mark is more of a presence on Flickr)
• Cheryl’s foureyes98027

and that’s it. There must be more Issaquahnian bloggers out there. Leave a comment.

I liked what Jon Savelle said about my lost glove series:

It’s creepier than it sounds. There is something faintly disturbing about a single, lost glove: a hint of loss, of loneliness, of mishap. Seeing a lot of them only makes it worse, particularly when they are squashed flat in the road or reaching, zombie like, from a pond.

All that sand is left over from the snow we had a few weeks ago. It’s starting to get annoying.

Saw this just after noticing the pair in #116. You can see the pair by the curb in this picture.

Seen in a plowdrift (is that a word? Should be.) along East Lake Sammamish Parkway on my way to meet Becky for lunch. Its mate was nearby, but not photogenic enough to post (just the wrist was sticking out of the snow. I wouldn’t have even noticed it if I hadn’t just seen the other.)

Seen Saturday along Front Street

It’s a landmark day for gloves. First the mural on Sunset, now Pickering Barn. I couldn’t plan this stuff.