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[randy_byers]

So yesterday was a drift around day. I needed to take DVDs back to Rain City Video, and since that got me halfway there, I continued on to the Fremont Sunday Market. It was the first time I'd made it there this summer, and it has expanded. Same old food choices, however, and I had the panang curry from the Thai booth with the tip jar that says "for ticket to Thailand." They don't seem to be getting there very fast; not that I mind, because I like their panang curry. Ran into the neighbors, who were in line for pizza. We chatted about Montreal and about their trip to Germany next month.

Lately I've been coming to terms with the reality that there are now two buses, the 30 and the 31, with direct service between Fremont and the U District. So after the market, I hopped onto a 30 and wended my way to the Big Time to watch some of the Mariners game. The Mariners were hopeless against the Royals' ace, Zach Greinke, but the bartender was playing cool tunes by Animal Collective and Atlas Sound, neither of which I'd heard of before. When I got home, I bought the MP3s of Atlas Sound's Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel from Amazon.com, and I listened to the whole album three or four times. I'm not sure how to describe the sound. It has pop textures, but with a lot of looping and ambient techniques. Minimalist wall of sound? I dunno. I've just done a bit of googling, and it's apparently a side project for the lead singer of another band I've never heard of, Deerhunter. I'm so out of it, etc, etc.

I also watched the Toho movie The H-Man (1958), which I had bounced off of the night before. The Japanese title is Bijo to Ekitainingen, which Wikipedia says means "Beauty and Liquid Men". The opening shot is of an atomic bomb going off. This is a moody little science fiction horror film about people who are transformed into murderous flows of goo by radioactivity. Probably would have given me nightmares as a kid, because the recurring image is of people melting. Lots of fairly pedestrian genre tics to this one (including a half-naked dancer in a cabaret who is just there for horny teenage boys, as far as I could tell), but the underlying fantasia is quite good. The lab scenes where they dissolve frogs with radioactivity to prove their theory are just as disturbing as the H-man murders in dark, rainy streets and on fogbound ships.

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[mlamprey.livejournal.com]

Los Agaves, the taqueria in the Fremont Market, is one of our reasons for coming over from the Eastside. They used to set up in the Woodinville Farmer's Market on Saturdays, but Woodinville drove them off by moving the market location every few months. Their tacos and horchata...are necessary.

[randy-byers.livejournal.com]

Hm, I missed them somehow. Do they set up in a booth or a truck?

[mlamprey.livejournal.com]

They've got a big booth right at the entrance to the underground parking garage vendors, with a table and everything. There's usually a line.

[randy-byers.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay. I came in from the other direction this time and had already gotten food and was rushing for the bus by the time I passed that area yesterday.