As most of you know, I don’t watch much television. 1) I no longer have satellite or cable, 2) most of it seems really stupid, and 3) I don’t have the time.
But I like the distraction of watching something short while dinner’s cooking and we’re eating. It’s a little break in my work day, which starts at 6:30 or 7 and goes until bed time. AJ’s day starts even earlier.
I’m currently alternating between two shows: Dexter S7 and Northern Exposure. I’m getting the former from Netflix, one disc at a time, so in between DVDs, I watch the latter.
Northern Exposure debuted in 1990 and was an instant hit, as I recall. Fish-out-of-water New York City-trained doctor, Joel Fleishman, is indentured to the small Alaskan town of Cicely, which was founded by two lesbians.
Yup, LGBT was portrayed positively in a show made twenty-three years ago. Not only that, but a gay couple decide to open a B&B in a later season. We have Holling, in his 60s, shacked up with Shelly, in her late teens. Maurice is a retired astronaut who represents the Republican point of view, but lest you think he’s annoying, well… he is, but he’s also interesting. He is abnormally addicted to show tunes, which leads to some fascinating supposition by the town’s residents.
Maggie, the love interest, loses lovers in strange ways (one died on a glacier taking a nap, another melded with a falling satellite). Chris, the radio station’s only DJ, served time in prison but beautiful women are drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Marilyn, Joel’s Native American receptionist (“There is no job!”), lives in mysterious ways, as does young Ed, who was abandoned at birth and adopted by everyone.
I’m enthralled by all these characters, but what really gets me is how accepting everyone is of everyone else. If this series does anything, it shows how wonderful diversity can be, and how unthreatening differences are.
Embrace what makes you distinctive, and hopefully, so will others.
The evening was nice, so I went off on the scooter to check out the neighborhood. It takes a while to map a new place, but the best way to do it is on wheels, albeit slowly. A scooter lets you take your time. People expect you to move slowly.
I’m a big fan of interesting architecture. Spotted this house on Oakdale, so I went back and rolled right into the driveway to take a picture.
I can’t even imagine how much upkeep on such a place would cost, especially in winter. I suspect they close part of it off to save on heat bills. I was aching to go inside and poke in all the corners, but even I am not that brazen.
Saw another interesting house, this one on Ohio, I think. It’s a funeral home. I’ve heard letting the ivy cover the house ruins the siding, but who cares when it looks this wonderful?
Imagine having to trim around the windows every couple weeks so you can see out. 🙂 Always loved the look of this but I’ve never lived in a place where it was feasible to do it.
I couldn’t help but swing by the river for a quick look. The sky was looking very nice, full of interesting cloud formations, so I grabbed this photo.
That’s a bridge over the river, Highway 149.
The road following the river is still freaking closed. Kind of pisses me off, as the summer is quickly passing. I really, really want to follow the road as far as it goes. I hope they finish construction soon.
As usual, I ignored the “road closed” barriers and traveled as far as I could, which wasn’t far enough! Flouting authority is always fun. 😉