Dizzy Swallows

Under the Needle

June 1st, 2011 12 Comments

Hidden Hand Tattoo in Seattle’s Fremont district is, well, hidden. The casual passerby would likely miss it’s quiet alley entrance, despite the best attempts of a helpful sandwich board. Once inside, however, the atmosphere is clean, calm and welcoming; the staff friendly and open. This is where Saturday found me, breezing through hand-painted saloon doors to the back of the shop with owner/artist, Jeff Cornell.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Of course I was. Someone was about to stab me thousands of times with a rather large needle. In the ribs. But they were surface nerves, easily reined in by excitement and knowledge of long planning. Better still, I knew I was in good hands. Jeff not only has an impressive portfolio and a wall full of national awards, but has inked a good friend of mine. I’m all about word of mouth.

Without further ceremony, … Continue reading

Little Bits for a Monday

April 11th, 2011

Happy Monday to you my lovelies! For this morning’s music I’m sticking close to home with a video from the Seattle band, Fleet Foxes. This track, “Grown Ocean”, is off their new LP, Helpnessless Blues, which is out May 3rd in the US, May 2nd in the UK. I love the dusty quality of this little film and the obvious camaraderie of the band as they record the album, tour, and smile at each other.

Via fleetfoxes.com

What do you think? If you want more, you can hear the album’s title track here.

Have you ever fancied yourself an Indie music expert? Do you crouch atop your extensive collection of vinyl like a dragon atop a pile of shiny jewels? Ahem. No, certainly not. Well the Georgia magazine, Chunklet, has put together a hilarious, soul-crushing, 200 page “Indie Cred Test”. See just how much cred you … Continue reading

On Chaos and Order

March 9th, 2011

Hello my dearests! Apologies for the absence, but I can now report that we are officially moved in to our Seattle home! It has been quite a marathon this time around, as we are both equally determined to do it all right the first time.

Our new apartment is on the third floor of one of Queen Anne’s older buildings, in which each stairwell has its own door. There are forty-five stairs and three doors per trip (or ninety stairs and six doors if you count the way down), and we figured we made at least thirty each to unload a fourteen-foot truck. Needless to say, it took awhile.

After five days of moving, unpacking, supply runs, cleaning, putting together furniture, and subsisting almost entirely on Thai take-out and PB&J sandwiches, I am proud to say I can now look around and no longer have the impulse to tear out … Continue reading

On Port Townsend, House Hunts and Why Craigslist Can Eff Off

February 2nd, 2011

I’m sure I am not the only one find house hunting among the most nauseatingly dreary and frustrating processes devised by man. With the holidays well over, Jacob and I are more than ready to bid goodbye to our current housing limbo and put down roots in our next home. As I’m certain many of you know from painstaking experience, this can be a monumental task.

Tired of the same old apartments in Seattle, we decided to branch out for a fun weekend trip to visit a few rental possibilities in the charming town of Port Townsend. A 19th century Victorian gem perched on the northeast tip of the Olympic Penninsula, Port Townsend is a picture perfect seaport and artist-friendly community.

Port Townsend is an easy ferry ride over from the Keystone landing mid-way up Whidbey. I choked down my pride to take these photos, looking disturbingly like those … Continue reading

Soft Pretzels and Welsh Rarebit

July 7th, 2010 5 Comments

There is a particularly splendid gastropub called Quinn’s tucked up on Capitol Hill in Seattle. More often than not, my girlfriends and I concluded a good night out clustered around one of their intimate tables. Quinn’s has an array of excellent cocktails, sporting luscious palates of sage or elderflower. But when it comes to nibbles, however, I always ordered the same thing: German pretzel and Welsh rarebit. Swoon. Traditionally, of course, rarebit (sometimes bewilderingly called “rabbit” – allegedly as the poor man’s meat is cheese) is eaten broiled on toast. While I’m rarely one to forgo toasted cheese, the fondue-like, mustardy sauce nestles right onto the soft, chewy pretzels like they’re a match made in heaven. Cheese heaven.

A few days ago, Quinn’s came stomping through my head and memories of those delicious bits would not be banished. Always game for a challenge, I decided to recreate both pretzel and … Continue reading