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Twitter isn’t as much fun as it used to be. Some people say it’s gone down the drain. But toilets popped up in my feed long before toilet paper became a cultural obsession. Toilet Twitter. Sometimes the most random things turn into themes in my Twitter feed.
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I had heard Icelanders complain about traffic, and just rolled my eyes. More than once I’ve taken longer than an hour to get to McCaw Hall from my house in Seattle (it’s 11 minutes from parking spot to parking lot when there’s no traffic). But on the drive from Reykjavik to Neskaupstadur for the Eistnaflug festival, I found myself idling on the road. Just as if I was stuck in traffic at home, I sat unmoving for nearly fifteen minutes waiting for the road to clear.
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One of the first times I visited Seattle Art Museum’s Olympic Sculpture Park was for a special performance of site-specific ballets commissioned by Pacific Northwest Ballet. The event, called Sculptured Dance was such a big hit that it became an annual event for several years. I’m not sure if I’m remembering correctly, but I think this was also the first time I saw Donald Byrd’s choreography.
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The first time I visited Iceland in July, the entire landscape was covered with these cottony little blooms. Once I got home, I spent hours researching to find out what they were called. But I’ve since forgotten, and I can’t find the answer again. I’d be so grateful to anyone who could tell me about these Icelandic wildflowers. (The purple one is cool, too.)
