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Fremont Coffee Company, Fremont

Footenote: Since our favourite coffee hangout spot, Mr Spot’s Chai House, closed, we’ve been trying to find another place in Ballard. I’ll be displaying our search here.

Now, we already kind of knew that this couldn’t be The Place – it’s too far away. Lucas wanted to try it anyway, though, as he’d heard good things about it, and he wanted to buy some beans. So off we went (by car) and lo, it was delicious (Lucas wanted an americano, so I actually bought my own coffee to take a sip off. It was great. It looked great, too. I wanted to finish my cup, but my body won’t allow that.)

Pros:
-Really good coffee, really good barista
- Makes white moccha
- Cozy (on the inside)
- Serves both pastries and foodier stuff, but…

Cons:
… none of the pastries seemed tasty, no cookies
- Too far away
- Sound sound volume was so low we felt we had to whisper and I went outside to take a phonecall.

Verdict:
If this had been in Ballard, it would be a clear winner, hands down. Now it will be more of an occasional place, if we’re in Fremont, or feel like a Really Long Walk, or just like driving over for good coffee.

Nervous Nellie’s, Ballard

Footenote: Since our favourite coffee hangout spot, Mr Spot’s Chai House, closed, we’ve been trying to find another place in Ballard. I’ll be displaying our search here.

Nervous Nellie’s sort of has location on its lists of cons; it’s closer to our house than the Chai House was, but further from downtown Ballard, so errands can’t be combined with coffee if we were to pick this place. Which we aren’t; according to Lucas, the coffee was quite good (I am currently not all allowed caffeine for medical reasons), but my hot chocolate was mediocre.

Pros:
- Close to our house
- Good coffee
- Plenty of chairs, both soft and hard
- Ostmacka! (Swedish cheese toast).
- Cool Sweden map that I could use to illustrate out vacation to Lucas.

Cons:
- Too far from downtown Ballard
- Cash or check only (what the HELL? The actual HELL?)
- No pastries
- I make better hot chocolate myself
- Lacks in cozy
- While there might have been “for here” cups, we weren’t asked about them even if we got toast for eating in.
-  Supposedly really bad service at times (I have no personal experience there, I found it firmly in the range of average.)
- I’m pretty sure white moccha wasn’t one of their options.

Verdict: Nope, this isn’t the place. Not bad, but not the place where we’d want to hang out half our weekends.

Star Trek and Thoughts and Women (and refrigerators. Unfortunately.)

Note: this text is a little long for me, and very very rambly. It has been crossposted from my private private blog, and I am less strict with my writing there. Apologies.

Star Trek. In some ways, it becomes necessary for me to see it from three points of view: as a (sci-fi) movie among others, as Star Trek, and from a feminist point of view.

As a movie? It rocked. I am so weak for space, for things blowing up, for goodlooking fights and grunge-and-smoothness mixed up, love it. That being said, it was a bit… I am not sure choppy is the right word, but around the beginning and the end, it felt like they were trying to squeeze in more things than there was room for, and the narration suffered for it. Explain red matter? (of course not, mister Abrams) Show, not tell, Spock Prime’ story? Perhaps narrate Kirk’s personal background a little better than that inane wee!Kirk’s car scene? Ten more minutes could have given a lot.) Still a lovely, beautiful, otherwise well paced and terribly captivating story about a bunch of very interesting individuals. I could certainly be seen non-Trekkies who are open to scifi (do they exist?) like it, although the space element the time travels element obviously would scare off the rest. I would love the make my mother watch this on DVD, but then I would be annoying as hell to hear her commentary.

And as Trek? I honestly only have one complaint: explanation. I know people have had opinions about the “feel”; i.e. smoothness, effects/location, the changed transporter look… essentially everything that didn’t look just like TOS and the movies, and I honestly can’t care. It worked. Granted, I haven’t watched TOS in a few years, but it seemed obvious from the start that Abrams was going to try to catch a non-trekkie audience, and I think he managed to make it general enough without playing too fast and loose with the source material. It looked good. It felt good. It felt mostly Trek, with one exception: explain to me what is going on! Give me made up technobabble to explain things that couldn’t possibly work! My coworker Joe had opinions about both the Red Matter and the ejecting-the-antimatter scenario, arguing that an explosions couldn’t provide anything else than thrust, and thus couldn’t possibly outwarp warp. I argue that an uncontrolled antimatter explosion could very well warp space time more effectively than an engine, but that’s not the point. The point is: tell me how. Trek is the goddamned poster child for Science Fiction as the Idea that the World Can Be Understood; tell me how it works, even though the laws of proper physics don’t apply. It just need to follow its own laws. This, mister Abrams, is no time to be mystical, much as I know you love it. Trek is a lot of things, but mysticism was never a part of it.

Oh, also? the water scene? Loved it but it wasn’t Trek. Skip Scotty’s sidekick, save time for narration.

As for the casting… I was unspoiled, but because I mind spoilers (I don’t, I relish in them), but because I hadn’t realized how soon the movie was coming. I knew exactly this: some dude from Heroes (that I had never, at that point, watched) was playing Spock, and this made a lot of people upset, and Simon Pegg was playing Scotty, which made Lucas (my SO) really happy and excited. I was honestly half-thrown out of my seat when I realized Karl Urban was Bones (obviously, as long as there are geeks of any kind, he’ll never have to worry about getting laid Ever Again), but the summary can pretty much be I loved [x] as [y]. Seriously. Zachary Quinto was spot on as a almost-but-not-quite-solidified-Spock, and I actually didn’t want to strangle Chris Pine’s Kirk (unlike Shatner’s) (mainly because other people did it for me, perhaps? Can we rename this movie “James T. Kirk hangs off ledges and gets strangled a lot“?) or perhaps because he was more fucked up, got sat on more. I liked it.
But the feeling was there. The optimism, the thrill, the grandness and good fun combined. And the chemistries, even when not yet fully evolved to series levels; I can see how this universe came to be the one to result in slash (I am not ignoring Spock/Uhura, I am just assuming it will peter out slowly. So there.) “subverting our cultural icons with complete disregard for decency and the law” indeed. Love it. Maybe I’ll go download Amok Time now.

But. How about the feminist perspective?
Okay, let’s just say that the problems there can come from two directions: from the original, and from the new writers. Some things that irked feminist reviewers are the very reasons I don’t watch TOS; the uniforms, the lack of female officers. I honestly think the writers did what they could there; switching out more would have fucked with the fans too much. Uhura was given a personalty and a reason to be on the bridge other than that of a glorified secretary. They could have done a genderswitch a la BSG, but that wouldn’t have gone over well, plus messed with the time-travel idea. Still, I would have loved to see Uhura actually throw a couple of good punches in the bar brawl; I don’t particularly care who she’d hit.
But… the underwear scenes? The two cases of refrigeration? (from “the woman in the refrigerator”; killing off a female character for the sole reason of eliciting a reaction from a male character; in this case Amanda Grayson and Nero’s unnamed pregnant dead wife.) The fact that Winona Ryder six years older than Quinto and plays his mother? Rotten, you guys. Why not bother with giving Amanda a personality, or bother having her say something insightful about the value of emotions other than “yadayada I’m so proud of you always yadayada”? Why not bother showing Kirk’s mother doing something else in life in giving birth to him? Supposedly she’s an officer in this universe, why not give her a title and a throwaway reference from Pike? If Romulans had female military, why not female miners? I know it’s based in a rotten sort of time period, but the revamp people made it worse in some respects, and that bothers me.

That’s all I can think of right now.

La Boulangerie, Wallingford, Seattle

I had such an amazing breakfast Sunday that I can’t not mention it; nevermind that it was at 2 p.m. We’ve been meaning to try La Boulangerie for a while now, as it’s on our way to the freeway and we pass it regularly.

And. Oh. Man. The owner must be baking 24/7, because the (tiny, tiny) cafe is stocked full of delicious French pastries and breads. I had a raspberry croissant, and Lucas had a pastry of some kind, and were both so delighted we thought we’d just about melt. The coffee drinks were delicious, too; my moccha (short, automatically double-shot) was served in a rustic-looking cup and tasted like heaven – not like chocolate, not like coffee, but like something heavenly in between. We would have brought some of the bread with us home too, but we were short on cash (credit cards aren’t accepted) and it will have to wait. Maybe next time, and then we’ll be there earlier and perhaps just order the rustic rolls and some jam. And yesterday’s bread is half off.

Cons? No hot chocolate, and tacky-looking fridge. But the former can probably be accomplished by special order, since both chocolate syrup and milk is available.

La Boulangerie, 2200 N 45th St Seattle, WA 98103 (I-5 exit 169). Bread, pastries, coffee, juice, chocolate.

Restaurant Review: Pasta Bella in Ballard

Name: Pasta Bella
Location: On 15th Avenue and 59th St. in Ballard, Seattle.
Serves: Italian.

Location: ##
Eh. When one thinks of Ballard, one (I) think(s) of Market Street and historic Ballard Avenue, not five blocks off that, on 15th (and area I associate with being on my way somewhere else.) Nevertheless, people seem to find it, so it can’t be too bad.

Look and Feel: ####
Small and insignificant from the outside, nice and cozy on the inside – this place has it all, with the exception of the red-and-white tablecloths, when it comes to Italian dining. It’s the look of the outside, and the fact that we saw straight into a work area through an open door as we were waiting to be seated, that prevented it from reaching a five.

Service: ###
Seating was fast, despite it being a Friday night. The initial ordering was fast, but then we had to wait for rather a long time before we had the chance to order our entrées. There was also a significant wait while we tried to see the dessert menu, but I believe our waiter had some sort of hearing impediment , so he’ll be forgiven for not noticing when we tried to get his attention. The service we did get was polite and attendant, and we felt welcome.

Food: ######
Score! Granted, I rarely take chances with restaurants (I don’t have the financial means or patience), but this was very, very good. Even with a stomach ache, I enjoyed my pesto tortellini immensely. Lucas had a seafood capellini which, he claims, was very good (I sort of doubt I’d like it.) Not to mention the creme caramel we had for dessert… Prices are a few bucks over chain restaurants, but not a lot, and the difference in feeling and quality more than makes up for it.

La Redoute service leaves a lot to wish for

I am all kinds of fond of La Redoute, coming from an aesthetic perspective. However, in terms of service, they SUCK. Worldwide. Last week I made an order for a lovely blouse, a sweater, and a coat. It took several days before the order was processed and shipped, and the shipping cost was, IMO, pretty damn high for USPS standard. Oh well. But then I check my bank statement, and see that there is about $80 more than there should be.

Ooops? Turned out the coat was sold out (I found this after extensive browsing of their web catalog) and was thus canceled. Did someone inform me of this? Did anyone give me the option to, I don’t know, change size (I wouldn’t, but what if?) or cancel my whole order?
No. No one told me anything, and while there was a small note on my “your order status” page that was linked to from the notification email, it wasn’t mentioned in the email.

Incompetent! Common courtesy would involve informing me and giving me the chance to change my mind. Now I have to find a coat I can wear for job hunting and later to work, and I am out of places to look. It was perfect.

(Meanwhile, I love Azalea for not only sending me an automated ‘your stuff has shipped’ email, but a personalized one from someone at Sales. You’re gold, guys.)

Bilingual entry on coffee

This needs to be said in both Swedish and English. So I will.

Swedish:
De senaste månaderna (och med det menar jag sommaren) har jag tillbringat i mitt föräldrahem i ett litet samhälle strax utanför den stora metropolen Jönköping. Förutom att planera en väns bröllopsfest (grattis, Aili och Rickard. Igen.) och inneha ett måttligt roligt sommarjobb, har jag roat mig med att kartlägga stans caféer, och då speciellt kvalitén på den smaksatta latten. Jag har bott tre år i Tacoma, söder om Seattle, en del av USA där kaffe inte är kaffe om det kan beställas med mindre en fem ord. Min vanligaste beställning av kaffe där löd “I’d like a medium caramel soy latte.” Latte med kolasmak och sojamjölk, med andra ord, och mitt test av kaffet i Sverige har bestått i till vilken grad detta går att få, och hur det sen smakar. Förutom Jönköping har jag även fikat runt lite i Malmö (dock endast två ställen) och Lund, och tror mig därmed, helt ovetenskaplig, ha något att säga om Sveriges kaffeutbud.

Först tar vi generella tendenser. Det känns som vi fortfarande har lite problem med valfrihet i det här landet – jag minns en jämförelse mellan en amerikans och en svensks glasskiosk i en illustration ur en lärobok i engelska på högstadiet: amerikanen sålde trehundra olika sorters glass, åtta olika toppings och tio sorters strössel. Svensken hade vanilj och choklad. Nu är detta kanske lite av en orättvis generalisering, det har blivit lite bättre på glassfronten, och även kaffeutbudet har gått uppåt (för tio år sidan kunde man inte få tag på en latte utanför Stockholm) men det är fortfarande skralt med valfriheten. De flesta ställen har bryggkaffe, cappuccino, espresso och osmaksatt latte, men där tar det stopp. Eller så finns det en meny med några kaffedrinkar, oftast en mocca, en mintlatte och en americano. Och så var det mjölken. Jag har fortfarande inte hittat ett ställe i Jönköping där jag kan få sojamjölk i mitt kaffe. På f.d. Kafé Troll på A6 center (jag vet inte vad det heter nu, men det är INTE Gasellen jag menar) tog det fem minuters dividerande med den halvdåliga baristan (nä, de flesta kaféanställda jag sett kan inte kallas det) för att komma fram till att de bara hade standardmjölk, och på Bernhards City hade de bara speciellt kaffemjölk. Trevligt, men borde man inte ha något att säga till om som kund? På Kahls té- och kaffehandel (som för övrigt hade ett mycket bra urval av smaker och kaffesorter) var den mycket trevliga och dugliga baristan ärlig nog att erkänna att det inte var mycket idé att erbjuda sojamjölk när bara en kund sisådär varannan månad vill ha det. Men lätt- eller minimjöl då? Jag påminns om den gigantiska menyn på Coffee Messiah i Seattle: 3%, 1% eller fettfri mjölk, låglaktosmjölk, soja, havre eller rismjölk. Eller half and half (hälften grädde, hälften mjölk) om man inte var rädd om figuren. För att göra kunden rådvill? Inte alls, bara för att se till att alla får sitt kaffe som de vill ha det. Och det är inte det jag begär av lilla Jönköping, men man kanske skulle kunna ha möjligheten att få lättmjölk? På Espresso House i Lund och Malmö får man sojamjölk, men det kostar tre kronor extra. Varför då? Dessutom är servicen på EH vid stationen i Lund under all kritik – jag fick vänta i tjugo minuter, trots att det inte var speciellt fullt. EH vid Sydsvenskan (precis bredvid Lundagård, mittemot Filosofen) har å andra sidan optimal service och den godaste latten jag smakat i Sverige. Synd att det kostar extra, bara.

Är då allting bättre med amerikanskt kaffe? Nej, inte temperaturen. Jag har inte bränt mig på mitt kaffe mer än en gång i Sverige, i USA har jag sällan fått en kopp som går att dricka de närmaste tio minuterna. Way to go, Sweden.

Jönköping:
f.d Kafé Troll, A6: Dåligt urval, endast standardmjölk, kan inte komponera egna variationer. Min latte hade för lite syrop, min mammas white chocolate mocca var på tok för söt.

IKEA kafé, A6: Dåligt urval, två av fem syrops slut. Dåligt med syrop i latten – tråkig smak. Bättre kan ni!

Mackmakeriet: Inte kollat den här sommaren, men sist jag prövade var det mycket gott. Ingen info om mjölk. Chaien mkt. god, dock.

Bernhards City: bara kaffemjölk (fet) och dåligt med syrop i latten. Annars bra urval.

Kaffebönan: Bra, dock ingen sojamjölk.

Lund: Espresso House alltid bra smak, dock kostade soja extra. Undvik EH nere vid stationen. EH vid Lundagård bäst i test.

Malmö: Espresso House helt OK, Wayne’s Coffee hade inte soja, handlade inte där. Båda på Södra Förstadsgatan.

I Stockholm minns jag att det låg ett trevlig ställe på Västerlånggatan, mittemot SF-bokhandeln, och att de hade både bra kaffe och goda bagels, men om de finns kvar vet jag inte.

English:
For the last few months, I have been residing in my parents’ house outside of the city of Jönköping in southern Sweden. Besides working and planning a friend’s wedding, I have been trying to get a decent latte, and in the process had to try a whole bunch of cafes. Since I’ve lived in Tacoma, WA, for three years, my standards are sort of high. There, my standard order was a medium caramel soy latte, and my text of Swedish cafes have been based on the degree to which I can get that here. Yes, Swedish cafes. I’ve been visiting a few places in Malmö and Lund last year, and based on that experience cometh the following opinions about Swedish coffee.

Let’s deal with general tendencies first. I have the feeling that situations where we have to choose make Swedes uncomfortable –a few years ago, more than five kinds of ice cream was unusual, and when I talk about Baskin Robbins’ constant 31, I still get odd looks from my countrymen. But we’ve gotten better at it; lattes have really only been available outside of Stockholm for maximum ten years. However, the whole choosing thing is still difficult. Most places have drip, cappuccino, espresso and unflavored latte, but that’s it. Or perhaps they have an additional meny with “specials”; a mocca, a mint latte and an americano. And then there’s the milk. I haven’t found a single place in Jönköping (pop. about 81 000) where I can get soy milk in my coffee. Most simply have Swedish standard milk (3%) (an amusing name; the most purchased milk is the “medium milk”, 1.5%, and everyone I know call “standard milk” “fat milk”) or a newly released kind of milk made especially for coffee and sold only to cafes. It, too, is 3%. But there is no opportunity to choose. One barista, who was unusually knowledgeable and nice, admitted that there was no point in having soy milk when no only one customer every few months wanted it. But other percentages? I am not expecting something like Seattle’s Coffee Messiah, with their almost ten choices, but in my opinion, offering non-fat really isn’t too much.

In Jönköping, try something other than a latte. When in Malmö or Lund, try Espresso House, which is a growing chain of cafes with their own syrup brand, but avoid the EH by Lund station. I am sure that EH are good in Stockholm and Gothenburg as well, and in Stockholm there used to be a terrific place in the Old Town, on Västerlånggatan just opposite the Science Fiction book store. It might still be there, or it might not. But it used to have terrific coffee and lovely toasted bagels.

There is one way in which Swedish coffee is better than the American kind – it is far less hot when you get it. I’ve burned myself once on Swedish coffee, and more than I can count on coffee in the US. Even when I asked to have it cooler. Way to go, small dark country in the far north!

(oh, and soon, it won’t matter. In a few months’ time, I will be living in Seattle again. And I promise I will be frequenting Coffee Messiah.)

December: Holidays, holidays, Harry Potter, and Academia

I suppose a few months is rather a long pause, in this thing? And to be honest, I am never entirely sure what I ought to write. I have a protected-entries ElJay where personal things go, so this sort of becomes a place to give brief reports on general progress, and rate movies. Which I shall. Almost spoiler free!

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:
Many of my friends loved this movie, some hated it. Personally, I feel torn. On the one hand, it is the best in the movie series, and it does an even better job than the books at communicating the terrible angst of being fourteen and at odds with both love and friendship. On the other, it handles the book canon extraordinarily bad at times, in the portrayal of female characters most prominently. It missed points from the books, and exaggerated others, for most irrelevant, ones for no good reason. Newell is excellent at communicating English-ness (without forced tea sessions, this time) but perhaps the shortening down should have been in the script-writing, not in the cutting room. The whole film has a rushed feel, and no scene is longer than a few minutes. And lets give a big WTF for the other schools’ entrance. But there were pretty boys aplenty – always something.

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Now, on a more personal note, I am doing rather good. Today is my name’s day, I shall be twenty-two in less than a week, and Lucas is arriving the 20th, to celebrate Christmas with me and my family (he’ll be off to London in January, for his internship.) I am rejoicing and holiday baking in a jumbled mess. I do love December.

On an academic note, I turned in the first draft to my D-paper (equiv. of Master’s Thesis) this last Monday, and will meet with my adviser again next week. I also start two new lecture classes that week, Philosophy of the Emotions and Feminist Philosophy, the latter I think I’ll have no problems with. Aside from the fact that I am terrified about the meeting with my adviser, it’s all good. I promise I’ll keep everyone posted about the MT, alright?

Review: Trailer- Underworld Evolution

So, I just saw the trailer for Underworld: Evolution, and… eh. No. It doesn’t seem very good. One of the fighting scenes appeared to be out of the film sequence of some ps2 game. I will see it, of course I will see it, but it will probably have all the things that made Underworld bad (so-so acting, bad script, an f/x guy for a director) with much of the stuff that made it good (lots of Lucian, any Kahn at all, the cool-smoothness [albeit cheesy] of the Death Dealers, and the relatively calm prettiness.) And it’s a clear-cut action movie, with explosion and helicopters, but also with winged creature á la Van Helsing (eek!) (also, could someone explain to me why Marcus becomes a winged-creature-with-shrieky-voice, while Michael became a sort of tail-and-bamf!-less Nightcrawler? Because that confuses me.) It seems fun enough, it’s just that it seems to be lacking something in the interesting-plot department as well.

No grades for trailers, but, no, no high hopes there.

Review – MirrorMask

First, it should be said that it is a wonder that anna managed to see this movie at all. On the bus on the way to the theater, I rather zoinked out, and wasn’t myself for the next hour or so. Luckily, the movie (or the sugar in my snacks) woke me up to sufficiently enjoy the whole thing (including the extra, some French short animated thing called La Dernière Minute.)

Second, I should say: “Mr. Gaiman! You stole that joke straight (well, almost straight) from Roger Zelanzny! Not cool.”

So. It was a really good movie. Personally, I think that the introduction was a little long; shorter had been better. The story was very Gaiman, and yet surprisingly un-Gaiman. That might be me not having met him any other than the paper from, though. And McKean… aww. Imagine one the Sandman covers brought to life. It is completely impossible to call this movie anything but stunningly beautiful. There wasn’t a moment of if that wasn’t completely aesthetically pleasant, and there wasn’t a moment of aesthetic pleasure that didn’t play a significant part of the story; this is where its strength lies. It is relatively easy to make a pretty movie, but Gaiman has a way with symbolism that renders no images empty. It sounds a little pretentious, and it probably is (it’s past midnight) but the imagery and the story are woven together beautifully.

Aside from the young-girl-on-quest theme, I have a hard time seeing the connections to Alice in Wonderland that keep popping up. There is a certain surrealism, yes, but Helena is no Alice. She is more motivated, intelligent and fun that Alice ever was, and much less of a child. If anything, the comparison to Labyrinth is fairer. The themes and the humour are similar, and the Henson influence is quite visible at times -and that is not at all a minus. Overall, MirrorMask is a great movie; a kids’ adventure that will bore no adult.

So I am not entirely sure what it is I find it wanting. It might be the beginning. It dragged on several minutes too long. But aside from that, an excellent move.

Four starts out of five: ****