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Today was a good day, and may I say, a perfect and very Seattle Winter Sunday. A slow waking, lazying around reading in bed, surrounded by diffused,Winter light, a languid, hot shower (I know water conservation), brunch at Galerias with friends, where I indulged in this mole pabalono, and a walk through woodsy Volunteer Park located in the north end of Capitol Hill. I was even able to convince everyone parading with me on this fine Sunday to explore the conservatory.

As if I needed to pull out my persuasive skills. The conservatory is a little like world travel for botanical lovers, if perhaps, Dr. Seuss had planned it. Each room boasts exotic, Dr. Seuss inspired, if he were a flower god: bromeliads, palms, ferns, fuzzy cacti, and pitcher plants. A plant that a friend accurately described as "slutty." And they are the sirens of the botanical world, except instead of luring by song, they lure by smell. Every room has its own fragrances, temperature, humidity, strangeness, and colors. What I appreciate is not only the human manpower that it must take to preserve and nurture these botanical wonders, but the educational placards that accompany each plant. For instance, I learned about non-parasitic epiphytes. Plants that are supported non-parasitically to other plants or objects, and derives its moisture and nutrients from the air and dust. Also known at aerophytes.

 I probably know a little more than your average person due to a botanical interest and a 101 class I took in school, but there is so much vast, interesting stuff out there to know about the wonderful, diverse flora world that yes, LIVES on our PLANET. : )  If you'd like to know more about the amazing, symbiotic relationships that exist between pollinators and their botanical counterparts, I highly recommend watching the Sexual Encounters of the Flora Kind.  It's deliciously corny and has a musical score of a '70's porn.

And if you haven't heard already read about the world-wide colony bee collapses, which at this point you'd have to be living in Plato's cave to not have heard or read about this necessary and I might add adorable pollinator's plight, here's some updated info.  According to the New York Times who quoted a now infamous paper by Army Scientists and Montanan Bee experts, "a fungus tag-teaming with a virus have apparently interacted to cause the problem." The team states that even though a cause has been located the team now has to find why the particular combination of the fungus and virus kills the bees. According to this CNN article, pesticides are the cause for the bee collapses. While it isn't in doubt that the fungus-virus is plaguing the bees, it alone isn't enough to cause the mass colony collapses; however, common pesticides made by Bayer, are arguably strong enough to weaken the bee's immune systems, which would allow the fungus-virus to take over.

In fact, there is strong evidence that the EPA covered up Bayer's connection to the colony collapses. And to support the pesticide theory, in Europe where the Bayer neonicotinoids have been banned, bee population is being restored. There are still many theories for the mass collapses: limited food supply, pesticides, disease, infection, but many argue it is ultimately due to our mono-culure farming. Limited biodiversity and pesticide usage are two common elements to mono-culture. And way to represent, urban bees are apparently faring better than country bees due to more plant diversity and minimal usage of pesticides.


And for your pleasure, I found this gem while mining the collective of the Internets for bee stuff. The personal journey of a bee keeper.

The difference between a honey bee and a bumble bee: Bumble bees are the slow, innocuous, furry creatures usually bumming around your garden. They pollinate and make honey, but not enough for them to be used commercially. Honey bees are not aggressive by nature, and often get mistaken for wasps and hornets, who are the real villains. Honey bees are used commercially and are the bees that are dying off.

Help save the bees. Bees are responsible for pollinating an estimated 30% of our food. Their plight is key into understanding the importance of a limited-pesticide, biodiverse, polyculture world.

The conservatory is a non-profit in peril. Please go here to vote for it to stay open.
It seems 2011 is not only a year for personal creative expression, but as well as collaboration. So far this year, I've started a book journal blog with Allison, my sister-in-law, and now that I have a sister friend to share my reading life with, I feel sorta, kinda complete. I'll save that revelation for another time.

And coming soon is a collaborated food blog with a very good  friend from high school. Last night we chatted over FB about a proper name. I was going for something that had a good sound to it and easily rolled off the tongue, while she was going for something non-generic. But we agreed that it needed to incorporate both our names. So after a few cups of wine on her part, which both debilitated her tongue's ability to pronounce her suggested name and brought out the French bistro lingo in her, and some serious alliteration contemplation on mine, we finally agreed on a name. I won't divulge it now, but we're both anxious to get the ball rolling. Well, at least I am, but considering her mouth watering food pics on FB lately, I'd say her food brain is all geared up for our food blogging to begin.

That leads me to my next collaboration. Krishnaholdingthings.org. It will be exactly as the title states, and as you see in the picture, an example of Krishnaholdingthings. My good friend Krishna, who I am sure you will all soon fall in love with is goofy, sexy, passionate, audacious, tenacious, loquacious, veracious, intelligent, geeky (note: PVZ apron), nerdy, funny, compassionate, and most pertinent to the blog, adorably humorous. She's also, as the French would call her a raconteuse. A good storyteller. I think it's her robotic ability to remember the most minute of details and absorb information as if a sponge of the sea. But she is human. I assure you. Despite my metaphors, she's not some sort of aquatic robot sponge thingy goddess. Hmmm...or maybe she is...I know her name can be a little deceiving. So integrating her descriptors, her je ne sais quoi with my old school photography skills, we'll both tell stories through pictures of her holding things. Well, ok, they won't be real stories per se, but rather mini-vignettes into the human condition of one who, er, ummm... loves to hold things. Stay tuned...


Side Note: The Plants Versus Zombie apron came from my Popcap schwag rummaging husband.

My new glasses.
Originally uploaded by Autumn L. Azure
Due to irreparable and self inflicted damage to my glasses, I had to replace them. I really tried to repair my old ones...but I guess super glue really isn't all that super.

I am still pretty much a newbie to glasses, three years, I think. The first time I bought them, I really wanted the look that said, hey, I don't wear glasses, it's an illusion. However, this time around I have acquiesced to them, they are now very much a necessary fact of life as breathing is.

So when I went about searching through the many selections at Lens Crafters on Broadway, I couldn't help but remind myself that this year is not only the year of creative expression, but also nurturing my undeniably nerdy, and very literary existence. Sigh. So my glasses are an extension of myself, rather than a nuisance I'd long to do away.And that's what today's life still is, displaying my true self. Well, as true as an image can make one's self true.

The larger glasses came from Lens Crafters spare pile, buy one pair at full price and you get to rummage (for free!) through their spare pair pile, which includes the irrefutably ugly and fashionably all wrong, and these once were in fashion, but fleetingly. Very fleetingly.

The best I can describe my spare pair, which I'm actually donning at this very moment is Lois Lane -esque. The pair on the right are the ones I paid full price for and a large selling point for me is that they're made from recycled parts and are labeled as eco friendly. It was either these glasses or a pair of another model made by the same company as the eco, Modo, which were not labeled as eco-friendly, but were made in Japan and were the more expensive pair because manufacturing in Japan is apparently not cost-effective.  So the glasses I picked out coincided with my ideas on recycling, but not on my ideas of buying local, or straying away from "Made in China" products. There was a compromise. As there always is.  Because the "eco-friendly" pair donned the sticker "Made in China." Oh the dilemma of the modern-day "aware" consumer. On the bright side, the dilemma did spark an essay idea.

What does it actually mean, in our post post-modern meta-aware world when something says "Made in China?" The signified for me is the ubiquitous sweat shops of Kathy Lee Gifford, which at this point feels like a pretty archaic connection, or maybe not, and the other thing that calls to mind, are the Wal-Mart farms as seen in the 2005 documentary Wal-Mart: The Movie. But have working conditions changed at all in the last decade with these exposed exploitations? Are they better or worse, or the same working conditions? Obviously, it's still  cheap to manufacture in China, but what is the current landscape of these conditions, and the socio-political implications of our unwavering, and desensitized consumerism? Do all Chinese factories have bad working conditions? And if we are aware, and use our dollars to make a stand, when we choose the products we buy, how do we determine what's more important: local or eco? And is corporate and business practice transparency even possible with Capitalist model? And how does one reconcile the fact that "Made in China" or any "Made in [Insert Exploited Cheap Labor Country] feels eminently inescapable?
On the rare occasion it snows in our infamously soggy city, it is both a nuisance and a form of rare entertainment. But when all is said and done and everyone is finally home from hours stuck in traffic, or finding creative ways to transform our steep hills into sledding mayhem and as the snow continues to fall, the streets become quiet and still. Almost as if we're a proverbial city with normal amounts of snow, and it isn't a rare phenomenon, but rather a fact of life. So after hours of watching the snow fall from our street level apartment I took a walk at midnight, and came across lonely snowmen, ski tracks, piles of frozen snowballs, and and one or two people with the same idea as me. It reminded me so much of when I lived in Montana and I had to be to work by 7 am, and many mornings I'd walk to work in utter whiteness and silence. Even though it was cold and annoying, I miss those quiet moments of walking through the newly fallen snow and abandoned streets because everyone was still sleeping. Not that I want to go back to that place. I'll take the persistent rain over daily snow storms any day. But sometimes it's nice to have on occasion.

true grit
Originally uploaded by Autumn L. Azure
The love of my life demonstrating true grit while traveling home on bus 49 after seeing the Coen Brother's True Grit.  I adored Hailee Steinfeld, who doesn't seem to be getting the proper title as a leading actress but rather is being labeled a supporting actress, despite her being most of the movie. I guess you have to be old and gritty, or a middle aged man and sexy to be labeled a leading actor.  Ironically, it is Hailee Steinfeld's character that ends up having the most grit.

By the way, I love the 49. It services Downtown Seattle, Capitol Hill and the U-District. And ever since we moved to the North side of Capitol Hill and right across the street from a stop, not having a car has been much easier for us urbanites. Of course it helps to have the One Bus Away app for the iPhone.

A chunk of me.
Originally uploaded by Autumn L. Azure
A chunk of keratin that was building up under my skin on the back of my neck due to a clogged hair follicle.  Keratin is a protein that is the 'key structural material' of hair and nails.