Mad Times

“To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart.” – Wendell Berry

March 22nd, 2007 at 2:16 am

New levels of obsessiveness

map of issaquah with numbers showing how many lost gloves I've seen in each location

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

March 21st, 2007 at 6:21 pm

Lost gloves in poetry

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.

March 8th, 2007 at 1:39 pm

Lost glove #119

contorted black knit glove

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

February 20th, 2007 at 12:01 am

Limited fame

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:

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

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.

February 6th, 2007 at 3:15 am

Lost Glove #118

glove in the gutter

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

January 23rd, 2007 at 10:19 pm

Lost Glove #117

leather work glove with squiggly pavement crack and assorted yellow lines

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

January 23rd, 2007 at 10:15 pm

Lost Gloves #116

pair of black knit gloves covered with sand with cars and commerce in the background

January 18th, 2007 at 1:49 pm

Lost Glove #115

Black leather glove sticking out of a dirty plowdrift

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.)

January 18th, 2007 at 1:46 pm

Lost Glove #114

Glove with a snowflake on it sitting on snowy sidewalk

Seen Saturday along Front Street

January 3rd, 2007 at 6:25 pm

Lost Glove #113

black glove in Pickering Barn parking lot

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

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