Trip pictures on Flickr
The photos from my recent trip via Amtrak to the Pacific Northwest are now posted on flickr.com
Seattle wind-down
I’m back in Cleveland after the five days in beautiful Seattle. The weather was spectacular for the whole trip, even on the last day when the temperature got down to a more moderate low 70s. On Friday I went back to the Seattle Public Library for their specialized architecture tour, and it was worth it. The woman who conducted the tour was very knowledgeable and gave good explanations for the design and engineering of the very complicated structure. (She likened it to three shoeboxes set on top of each other, the middle one turned at right angles to the other, then with a towel draped over the whole thing.) She also revealed that the structural and mechanical engineers who made the building work had also worked on the Gehry “Experience Music Project” building, and said that Rem Koolhaas’s library was more difficult. The re-tour was worth the hour and a half.
I was also glad to have taken the ferry to Bainbridge Island on Thursday. The ferry was relaxing, and the island is calm. Nothing much to do but get picnic lunch at the grocery store, then sit by the marina and watch the boats and water, then walk around a bit and take the ferry back.
I had dinner on Friday evening with my niece Kristine and her boyfriend Bill. After Vietnamese food we had fresh strawberry shortcake made from organic berries that she had picked that day at the organic farm where she works. Nothing like vine-ripened fresh strawberries!
The return red-eye flight was uneventful, although almost full. But leaving at 11:00, the lights were dimmed almost immediately. I had my usual situation of not being the least bit sleepy, so it meant that by 6:15 EDT when we arrived in Cleveland, I was really tired.
Imagine, then, my state when I got back to my house at 7:30 AM to discover that at some point during my trip the garage had been broken into. Luckily the thieves did not get into the main part of the house, but my bicycle was stolen as well as a number of other small things. So I called the police to make a report. To their credit, the officer did arrive about ten minutes later. Not much to be done, but it was an unpleasant end to what had been a fine trip.
I managed to get a couple hours of nap, but then had to top off the day playing for a memorial service for Phyllis Martien, one of my longtime church members who died while I was away. The service was at the Judson Park retirement home, and there was no organ. I had been requested to play Bach’s “Sheep May Safely Graze” on the piano (a quite nice Boston instrument). I didn’t have a piano transcription so (thank goodness for the Internet) I found a copy and downloaded it.
Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough.
I have to say that Seattle is quite a wonderful place to visit, but (unlike many people I know) I have no desire to live there. Check one off the list.
Gehry vs. Koolhaas: signature architects in Seattle
My pilgrim’s progress as a Seattle tourist continues, and in the last couple of days I have visited to significant newish buildings by world renowned architects, both of which have made an impact on the cultural life of Seattle. One is largely a success; the other is a chaotic mess.
On Tuesday I went to the Experience Music Project/Science Fiction Museum in the Seattle Center, the former grounds of the 1962 World’s Fair and the home of the Seattle Space Needle. The affair is a very rich man’s “folly”. Paul Allen (one of the founders of Microsoft) has collected tens of millions of dollars of rock and science fiction memorabilia, and, essentially, he needed a place to put it. So he hired Frank Gehry (of Bilabo and Disney Concert Hall fame, not to mention the Peter B. Lewis Building at Case Western Reserve University) to build a structure to house it all. The city of Seattle went along with it–who doesn’t want yet another major tourist attraction? The building is typical Gehry, with undulating multicolored folds, like a pile of melting raspberry and lemon and cherry sorbet dumped on the street. The inside is dark and cave-like, with no definable paths to anything, restrooms hidden, no clear entrance to the structure. It is impossible to know directly how to get from one exhibit to another. There is no “narrative structure” to either of the museums, which are in the same building. (I finally had to ask a staff person how to get to the Science Fiction Museum, because there was no sign to tell me how to get there.) The collections are fabulous–the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland ought to be green with envy to have some of the artifacts; but there is so much stuff, that it is overwhelming and overstimulating. I finally just had to get out. I can’t remember such an unpleasant museum experience. And, unfortuately, it can be laid at the feet of Mr. Gehry. It’s a quite wonderful architectural sculpture, but it is a horrific museum.
By contrast, the new central Seattle Public Library building, opened in 2005 and designed by Rem Koolhaas, is a triumph of light, space, practicality (with one notable exception) and rectolinearity, which is so important in a library. From the outside the building looks anything but a rectangular building, but once you get inside, you can tell that it is and that it is just the “skin” of the building that’s at bizarre angles, which create the light and airiness of the reading spaces. One of the most interesting innovations is the “book spiral” which contains the collection book stacks, all in one continuous ramp over 4 or 5 floors, which means that the collection can expand and contract as necessary, without needing to move from one floor to the next. Specialist librarians are stationed on each level of the ramp, near the Dewey classifications of their specialty. The only major miscalculation is the “red floor” which contains the library’s meeting rooms. The entire space is various shades of fire-engine red: floor, walls, ceiling, with red light. The walls are glossy and curved, and it is quite disorienting, and could be intolerable for a person with vertigo or visual impairment. It is striking, but problematic. The elevators and escalators are color-coded in highlighter yellow. The interior structure is natural concrete, but with splashes of highly patterned carpeting to define spaces. The exterior glass panels create wonderful natural light, which is so important in a city noted for its clouds and rain. The building is an astonishing success. I spoke to several librarians, all of whom said that there are details of the building that could be better, but over all it works very well.
Would that Mr. Gehry’s wealthy patron fared so well.
(Photos to come on Flickr after my return to Cleveland.)
Seattle, day 1
I’m making my first trip to Seattle this week for some vacation away from Cleveland. The five-hour non-stop from CLE to SEA was uneventful, though packed. The weather in Seattle is unseasonably warm and sunny (a fact about which I am not complaining), with the high on Monday in the low 80s. It did necessitate a trip to a very large Old Navy store to buy a couple of t-shirts, since I brought mostly cooler-weather clothes on this trip.
I’m staying at the Hotel Max, a boutique hotel on Stewart Street in downtown Seattle. It is very chic, with art works lining the hallways. It is newly decorated. The rooms and bathrooms are quite small and put me in mind of a ship’s cabin in their compactness and efficiency. They are beautifully appointed, however, with a “pillow menu” (do you want soft, medium, firm, U-neck, body pillow, etc?) and a “spiritual reading” menu. No Gideon Bible for this establishment: if you want the Koran you can have it, as well as the bible, the Book of Mormon, the Torah, and a book on Scientology. There are Aveda cosmetics in the bathroom. I’m on the second floor, so there is a fair amount of street noise, but the reviews in Expedia had warned me, so I’m prepared with my earplugs.
I spent the afternoon exploring what may be the no. 1 tourist attraction in Seattle, the Pike Place Market, which reminds me in many respects of the West Side Market in Cleveland, but on steroids. It is huge and on several level. It is a little seedy (it has “character”), and there are some dodgy characters hanging around, but it is possible to find just about anything there, besides the de rigeur seafood, meat, produce and flowers, dairy and bakery.
My friend Walter Grodzik, originally from Cleveland, now on the faculty of Evergreen State University, picked me up for dinner about 6:30. On the way to dinner, Walter drove us to the Queen Anne area that overlooks Seattle, with a good view of the city. It was even clear enough that I could see Mt. Ranier faintly in the distance.
We had dinner at Monsoon, in Capital Hill (what used to be Seattle’s main gay neighborhood, but now much more mixed). Monsoon is a “pan-Asian” restaurant. Asian influence, but not strictly of any one cuisine, with also some French influence. It was all excellent. The most unusual thing that we had was fiddlehead ferns cooked in a light sauce with porcini mushrooms. They were delicious, and the ferns were crispy. We had a halibut dish and a lamb dish, both of which were beautifully seasoned and presented.
After dinner we went across the street to the Kingfish Cafe, a soul food restaurant, for dessert. I ordered red velvet cake, and Walter ordered peach crisp. Well, as it turned out, we could almost have made a whole meal from the desserts-they were huge. I ate less than half of the piece of cake and took the rest of it home with me.
Despite wanting to stay up to watch Conan O’Brien’s first night hosting the Tonight Show, my body was saying it was almost 2:30 AM EDT, so I finally cut my losses, put in the ear plugs and went to sleep.


