Work. After years as a software engineer—usually at companies with products I didn’t believe in—I realized that the end product really did matter. Going out with the guys in a huge pack at lunch and listening to Lil John soundboards while coding didn’t cut it for job satisfaction anymore.

I moved away to the northwest with Mike, in search of a few things that may sound new-agey unless I explain in person over a plate of local produce or while gazing at the Olympic Mountains. I hunted for work thousands of miles from any contacts, and based my search on a fit of core philosophies. Luck? Determination? I’m not sure how things really materialized, but now I work for a company that I feel is innovative without being evil.

I work for an architecture and landscape architecture firm that specializes in projects that use green building techniques and tries to build sensitively on the land. There’s an importance placed on how culture and communities affect spaces, whether it’s a dwelling or an estuary.

My desk. Note the huge plants!

I wish I had photos of all my past working spaces. Some were horrid, dark, small areas with no windows and stained carpets. Most of them were fine. But now I can’t believe how much some natural light and a view looking out over a park can affect my mood at work.

I love open source software. I love working with guys that are quirky and a bit socially awkward, and goodness I’ve come to really like geek humor and talking shop. I still code. But the tech industry is just not my thing.

What I do love is going to a place every morning where I’m comfortable, use my computer to work on tangible results, and most of all feel proud of my efforts.

There is a fine line between and ravishing and repulsive, as perfumers well know. Ambergris, civet, musk? All meant to give an extra something to make you question what’s going on. So it is with some desserts. I present the following maple-bacon lollipops. Yum?

Seattle Central Library

My Dad asked me twice in the past week, “Have you been to the new library yet?”. It’s so nice to get pleasantly surprised when I don’t know what to expect! Holy cow what an awesome building. It was hard to appreciate what going on when I first stepped through the main entrance, but as soon as I got on the escalator I thought this is different… wow.. Seriously, I could spend all day at the Seattle Central Library.

Moving is stressful, especially if you have to worry about both getting a job and getting a place to live.

Mike and I sat down and he reasoned that since we’re in a new city and don’t know all that much about it, why not see it all? So we spent all of one Sunday looking at varied rental units. Our favorite was the blond on Mercer Island that scared us with stories of bad traffic (justified), and the promise that if we didn’t act NOW, the apartment of our dreams overlooking nothing, in a bland cream and beige box, would be gone. Skipped that one.

In a different section of town, we found out the formula for getting into a polished condo in Belltown if you’re not currently employed with a normal 9-5 job:
a) have an offer letter
b) paystubs
c) have enough cash or liquid assets to equal (monthly rent) x 3 x 12
which in our case would have equaled.. $60,000.00.
so NO!

After a crowded open house in Ballard we jumped at a house in the Eastlake neighborhood. Here are few quick pics of our place that I swiped off of craigslist.

It’s great to have our own place again!

A quick gift I made out of some soft pink cotton jersey, and black lace. I’m still using Near Sea Naturals as the source for my cloth, and so far I’m very happy using them as a vendor. This project was quick and fun, probably because attaching the lace gave such a pretty result!