First off, I’ve gotten REALLY involved in NANOWRIMO, the National Novel Writing Month event every November.
It’s a lot more work than I remember, even with the aid of an iPad, and so is keeping me busy. I have several concerts and shows I want to cover so I’ll try to work those in over the next few days. This blog, hopefully, will give me a short break between writing my mystery novel. I’ll talk about that process in a future posting.
The high point of the past weekend, though, was a bookstore opening…here….right here in Emerald City. It’s called Ada, and it bills itself as a technical book store. More eyebrows went up than umbrellas at that news. Bookstores are disappearing like the Arctic ice cap now, so the idea of a new one opening triggers interest (and curiosity). Even more intriguing is its emphasis on technical (IT) books.
Yes, Seattle is a tech-heavy, tech-savvy city. But those people are also the ones more inclined to either a) buy it off Amazon; or b) read it on their Kindle/iPad/e-reader. Actually walk into a store and like, you know, buy a book? How 20th century.
Yet Ada works hard to get folks in. No self-respecting bookstore left standing in Seattle deserves to survive unless it has an espresso stand. This one has it (including a barrista who actually wanted to write in NANOWRIMO). The front half also has tables, for reading, playing chess, or cards. You know….face-to-facing.
The rest of the space is given to selling books. They have shelf space for fiction (and science fiction; somehow that’s not a surprise to this one), and STEM educational books for children of all ages. The rest of the clean, bright space is for books on computers and technology, as well as social science (there are probably others, but the place was so crowded I couldn’t browse as easily as I would have liked). Of course, the fact that the Saturday morning started with a major windstorm didn’t hurt in bringing folks out, either. The storm was dying and the sun emerging as we trekked up there.
People (and their children) were talking and browsing, and, again, letting their children just read. I plan to be back soon.
I don’t remember the address, but it’s on the renovated site of a used bookstore on 15th, between Coastal Kitchen and the Red Balloon Company.
Nice place for an arts trek.
And now, as Monty Python would say, for something completely different:
Handsome Hunk and I attended a showing of The Stranger magazine’s HumpFest. That’s its annual festival of amateur porn shorts (leave your kids at Ada; they’ll never notice you’re missing).
For almost two hours, the audience sat, entertained/titillated/bored/hot and bothered by 24 films on a range of topics sexual. These shorts were the top finalists among the hundreds submitted and the audience was given pencils and ballots for voting. Stay tuned for final results. We saw wayyy more certain anatomical parts than we’d ever seen, as well as people just having fun, playing with their play-parts.
And, just to loosen everybody up, they offered up $5 shots of Jack Daniels before the show started. Just because.
There have been much worse ways to spend a cold Sunday afternoon. Or a weekend.