Monday, November 25, 2013

Dream weavin'

I'm hoping that there is a shred of truth to humans being able to manifest their destinies through sheer will and self-sacrifice. If not, I hope that there are enough cookie breaks to see me through to old age. Cookies somehow lessen the insanity. And naps... I could use plenty more naps. For now, I'm trying simply to take lessons from the robust mitochondria and keep plowing my way towards a vague providence... hoping for all the glittery obscurities of my dreams.

These days, efforts have been dedicated to bones, songs and soaps.

The bones were a Craigslist find (thank you, Almendra) that I picked up from this hippie down the street. The ad was something along the lines of, 'Deer and coyote bones. Must take all. Clean'. I found all of those statements were true, save the last. It took me roughly one year to clean the flesh, hair, cartilage and other vertebral matter (which I found to resemble cream cheese) from all of the pieces. It was a grotesque undertaking and I wish never to smell the soup they were bathing in for months at a time ever again. That being said, they are now clean and beautiful, ready for the next step. When all is said and done, I hope to have completed a marvelous marionette. For now, it has only taken the form of a bizarre creature that parades constantly around in my head.

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 I have been particularly inspired to write more songs and hope to record them with my dad when I make a visit back to Michigan for the holidays. I'd like to do so (if not this trip then) as soon as possible, as one of them relates to my grandfather, who happens to be dying. There are things that I have found only expressible to him through song. I have hope for his health, albeit dim, but my greatest hope is that he knows that I love him. It wasn't always easy between us. Also... recording is fun. I hope to have improved from last time and to have fun with my dad. ¸.•´ ♥ ☆ ♥ `•.¸.•´ ♥ º

Soaps have been a weird side project that have morphed into a quasi serious passion. When I was still living in Japan I sometimes got lonely for that 'good ol' timey down home Americana' bullshit that I don't think I had developed a taste for until I was away from it. Somehow I stumbled across a youtube video of this southern woman doing a tutorial on soap making. She was simple as a stump, and I found her misuse of grammar and trailing thoughts strangely refreshing during the times that I felt a little isolated. Her voice was warm and inviting. When I came back home I remembered that video and decided to try a batch. One thing led to another, and now I am working on a cottage industry type operation that could well turn into a little business. Fingers crossed. I have been working out the scents, colors and branding and am very excited about the possibilities. Below are some of the initial packaging and batch mock-ups I've been working on (they'll be a little different, but basically they'll all have a character that matches the scent and color of the soap, as well as a Japanese proverb on the back). Also pictured is a flyer from the printing press that I recently visited, which I am hoping to get the labels printed from.

Monday, September 9, 2013


Hey everybody!
I've got a new job! I'm a temp at Amazon, and Iiiiii have a desk! On it there is a bamboo plant from Willie, a former co-worker/ hilarious muppet-person who is wonderful and also an Adipose, which, for those lesser versed in Doctor-Whoology is an animated blob of fat. Adorable. Thanks, Kamali. Colleen, my supervisor sits behind me. She is very sweet but, despite my limited time working there, decided to give me a dose of good-natured shit not too long ago. I warned her that I would exact my revenge...

Important to note for this story, is that the office I work in is furnished with sitting desks, but standing desks can be ordered. Colleen had been trying to get a standing desk, which comes with a taller chair that can be raised to the correct height. So last week Colleen went off to lunch and I wrote a quick letter from the 'Amazon Ergonomics department'...the fictitious place "where the desks come from" and put it on her desk.

Hello, from the Amazon Ergonomics Department!
Based on our records, it looks like the ticket you submitted for a standing desk has become outdated. But good news! We still have plenty in stock and all we ask is that you confirm your ticket number with the help desk to receive it. Please give us a call at 266-HELP to do so. Unfortunately, the raised platform chairs to accompany the standing desks are currently on backorder. While you are waiting we have supplied you with a back up standing desk chair. Your chair should be ordered within the next work week. Please let us know if there is anything else we can do for you!
Amazon Ergonomics Department

Everyone in the office was game to play along with the prank, insisting to Colleen that somebody from Ergonomics had dropped off her new chair while she was gone, which was actually a tall wooden stool I borrowed from the kitchen. When she finally gave into the idea that she was going to be sitting on a ridiculously tall stool for about a week, she got up onto it and attempted to carry on working, with even her knees raised above the desk. We were all cracking up and snapping pictures of her looming above her keyboard like an office Gollum. This is her right before I told her she'd been duped.


Monday, June 3, 2013

Update 1

I've fallen off the horse, you say?
I don't have a horse! I want one, though. I would probably name it Crackers or Daisy and feed it caramels till it got fat and then I'd buy it stretch pants.

Here are a couple of posts to keep up with my goings on in Seattle. Please enjoy them, and stay productive, healthy and happy in your own life.   :)

Scene: At the front desk. Toothless, homeless crackhead struts in and proudly presents me with another hotel's room key card.

THC:       Hellooooo, miss! What kind of room can I get on this credit card?
                (His eyes are glittering. Without really checking the card, I decide to indulge him and start checking our room rates.)
Sarah:      Hello sir. Looks like the queen room is going for $75 tonight.
THC:       Hooooo~! And how much can I get on this credit card? 
Sarah:      (Picking up card, studying it more carefully) Well, uh, sir we actually only take major credit cards like American Express, Mastercard, or Visa. Really, anything with numbers on it would be fine.
THC:       So what can I get on this one?
Sarah:      (Realizing that he still doesn't understand) Sir, I think this is actually a key.
THC:       A key! A key to these rooms here?
Sarah:      No, we have actual keys here, we don't use key cards.
THC:       But they use these at other hotels?
Sarah:      At some of them, yes.
THC:       You supposed to give these back when you leave?
Sarah:      That is usually the policy, yes.
THC:       So what you're saying is, there's somethin' on it!
Sarah:      (half actually laughing) Yes, sir.
THC:       Then it's goin' back in! (zealously stuffs key card back into scuzzy old wallet and begins positively strutting toward the exit) GOOD DAY TO YOU, MISS!  

Update 2

Genealogy project

A really sweet guy from Sweden was visiting America and happened to be contacted by his long-lost relatives whose ancestors had emigrated to the states. He came down to the hotel lobby and asked me if there was a computer he could use to e-mail said relative. He was nice and we weren't busy so I let him use one behind the reception desk. Our conversation turned into one of genealogies, and I admitted to him that I really didn't know much about my family, although I knew that my father's side had come from Sweden.

Later in my shift, he came down bleary-eyed and a little drunk and said that he had met his relations. 'That... was a very good visit', he said. 'I am going to find your family. Give me one of your ancestor's full name and birthdate. That's all I need'. I e-mailed him the information a few days later. His response contained several tomes of information of my own family history dating back to the early 1600s. I decided to put what he had gathered into a visual format for my father for Christmas. Below are some pictures of the trees I constructed with his information (although, he continues to update me!).

Update 3

Art Show
May 22, 2013
Tin Lizzie Lounge

Art by
Sarah Anderson   &   Nate Newcomer 

music by Enrique Henao

Nate and I work together at the MarQueen Hotel. Recently, we put on our first ever art show in the lounge that opened up within the last year there. It was such a success; I thank everyone who was in attendance. I look forward to more shows like it in the future! Here are a few pictures of some of the work and of the show.

---Sarah Anderson---

---Nate Newcomer, Enrique Henao---

Thursday, January 3, 2013


Today I recorded a song with my dad! It was probably one of the coolest things we've done together and I really learned a lot from the whole process. I hope to continue to improve my singing voice and to have another chance to do some more recording in the future. Regardless, I am so grateful to have a recording that we did together, if for nothing more than the the sake of posterity. ♥ (^o^) yaaaay ~ !! Happy, Happy, Fun Time!

Vocals: Sarah Anderson
Sax, Keyboard: John Anderson
Guitar, Bass, Drumkits: Dave Malinich
Original score: Tracy Chapman