Ave verum corpus

video by Ensemble D.E.U.M

Ave verum corpus, natum de Maria Virgine
Vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine
Cujus latus perforatum unda fluxit sanguine
Esto nobis praegustatum in mortis examine.
O dulcis, O pie, O Jesu Fili Mariae,
Miserere mei. Amen.

Hail, true body, born of the Virgin Mary,
which in anguish suffered on the cross for men,
from whose pierced side poured water and blood,
be our consolation in our last hour.
O sweet, O kind, O Jesus, Son of Mary,
Have mercy on me. Amen.

So, what did you do with your Sunday night last? We went to a concert of 16th century vocal music sung by the Tudor Choir, where we heard William Byrd's Ave verum corpus and other rockin' hits of the day. Sublime it was.

15 seconds

Choo Choo

photo by Ballard Avenue

If you're an old-timer around here, you'll remember Choo Choo, who was hanging out around the Laupahoehoe Train Museum back in 2005. Well, Choo Choo and this photographer now enjoy 15 seconds of fame at something called Schmap. It's an online travel guide that wanted to use Choo Choo's maniacal grin to illustrate their entry on the museum. But sadly, when we visited the museum in 2007, Choo Choo was gone, and no one there knew what had happened to him. 

A lovely July day

Snohomish field
photo by Ballard Avenue

I don't know what they're growing in this field northwest of Snohomish, but it was a welcome flash of color on a gray July afternoon.

Wonderful Wunderlich

It's been a while since we checked in with the Greatest Tenor of Them All. Here Fritz Wunderlich sings lieder by Schubert, Strauss, and Wolf. Ludwig Kusche tickles the ivories.


photo by Ballard Avenue

Mephista has taken over Callie's perch for the day.

The melancholy Dane

photo by Ballard Avenue

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
It was over to Woodland Park the other night for Hamlet, presented by the worthy company of players GreenStage. Shawn Law was an excellent Hamlet and it was a fine show.

Objects of desire

Cherries on the hoof
photo by Ballard Avenue

Christina and Amber have about a zillion cherries on their tree, which means they have about a zillion crows, starlings, and raccoons hanging around the house. Everybody loves cherries! Yum!

Where the Fiats used to rust

Where the Fiats used to rust
photo by Ballard Avenue

Remember the free Fiats? They're long gone, and now so is the house they lived in. It was inevitable. A small house on a large lot with a great view of the water—it's a miracle it lasted this long. It looks like the new owner is using some of the existing structure, but it's certain the new house will be a lot taller than the old.

Grandpa plays accordion

video by Jessica Champion

Grandpa plays the accordion. I hope he enjoyed a tall cool one after all that hard work!

The good ship Pamela


photo by Ballard Avenue

Aye, she's a fine craft, indeed, even if she's not too fergivin' of thems as is doin' it wrong.



photo by Ballard Avenue

Genuine Ballard cherries, from Amber and Christina's tree (and you know you love the TexasWare bowl, too).

Leif Erikson, First Scandihoovian

Leif Erikson

photo by Ballard Avenue

You looked up his skirt here, now you can look him in the eye.

And the winner is...


photo by Ballard Avenue

Museum director Eric Nielson reads the name of the winner of the raffle grand prize. Sadly, we didn't win the two round-trip tickets to anywhere SAS flies. No Christmas posts from Copenhagen this year.


Tivoli accordionist

photo by Ballard Avenue

Tivoli is the summer festival at the Nordic Heritage Museum. It's great fun and the accordionists are always the coolest ones there.

Monday cat: Scruffy on guard duty

photo by Robert Hughes

What Brinks didn't catch, Scruffy would. We hoped. 

The boss wants to take a break

Did you know Hyundai makes accordions? Neither did I. But it's not really suprising. The big Korean conglomerates have their fingers into everything. And, from the looks of it, they have some fun, too. According to the YouTube clip, this is the president of Hyundai Music playing one of his company's boxes.

Waikiki dove

Waikiki dove

photo by Ballard Avenue

If you have to be a dove, then be a white dove at Waikiki

One hand clapping

One hand
photo by Ballard Avenue

Is it Zen or just a lucky photo?

Stroker Saab

Stroker Saab
photo by Ballard Avenue

Here's a picture from the Syttende mai parade: A Saab 96 snuck in amongst the group from the Northwest Volvo Club. And it wasn't any old Saab 96, it was a two-stroke Saab 96. If you're not a pistonhead, you'll never understand (and there's nothing wrong with that), but if you are, then you know how cool this is. It's too bad this isn't Blogger Smell-O-Vision, so I could have bottled some of that unburned hydrocarbon goodness for you all to take a deep breath of.

Sail away

House boat
photo by Ballard Avenue

We were down to Golden Gardens the other day and saw this house floating past. Fleeing Ballard, perhaps?

Behind the Bellows

video by Steve Mobia

A total accordiogeekgasm. I can't wait.

Footy, second half

Footy 2
photo by Ballard Avenue

They're all nuts, you realize, but they're having fun.


photo by Ballard Avenue

There's a lively Australian Rules football scene around Puget Sound. Aussie Rules, also known as footy, is a peculiar twist on the time-honored game of a-bunch-of-guys-run-around-and-chase-a-ball. Despite having an actual Australian along to interpret events for me, I had little idea of what was going on. But a splendid time was had by all and boy, can the lads ever put away the beer.