This is my attempt to document the creativity and devotion that is put into the meals prepared for me by my talented partner/chef, and to get a better picture of what I put into my body every night. We’ll see how long I can keep it up….
This blog was started as an experiment in getting to know our surroundings in our old neighborhood in Ann Arbor, which some have called “NoMa”. When we return to NoMa (occasionally, and eventually) we may start posting in this section again.
Metum, WA is a ghost town of the networked age, a result of one tiny error that got replicated across the internet. Some early map had bad information – a confusion with the old name “Meadow Point” maybe, no one is sure – and then thousands of websites pulled the same data for their own records, and so on…. (A Google search for “Metum, WA” yields over 300 thousand results, most of them property listings and geographically-targeted service listings.)
When we were researching places to live in Seattle, zooming out to gauge the distance of various neighborhoods to downtown, the word “Metum” loomed large on the Google map just north of the neighborhood of Ballard, as if it was comparable in size and importance to the city of Seattle itself. (This phenomenon has been corrected, though the placemarker for Metum still appears on the map as some point inside the bathhouse at Golden Gardens park.)Â Then, when we got here and walked the streets, there was nothing in reality corresponding to Metum’s online presence. No “Metum Pizza Delivery”, no “Metum Florist” – nothing.
Somehow this helps to explain the strangeness we feel here after being uprooted from Michigan. And the strangeness of maintaining a presence for ourselves online while trying to be fully present in this place where we are now.
Also, it turns out that “metum” means “fear” in Latin, as in the phrase “inter spem et metum” (‘between hope and fear’). How appropriate.