Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
To make a scarf
A knit stitch.
Thousands of them.
Oatmeal wool yarn.
Click a needle
onto another.
Make a stitch.
Carry over a stitch
to create fabric.
Fabric made from stitches.
I knit. I knit and
watch surgery.
I watch family.
I knit stitches.
I knit.
I knit for days.
Thousands of them.
Oatmeal wool yarn.
Click a needle
onto another.
Make a stitch.
Carry over a stitch
to create fabric.
Fabric made from stitches.
I knit. I knit and
watch surgery.
I watch family.
I knit stitches.
I knit.
I knit for days.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
On the lighter side must be from the past - and also not so much on the lightter side...
From Coffee News, Oct. 19, 2009
Imagine if birds were tickled by feathers.
What do you get when you cross a porcupine with a sheep? An animal that knits its own sweaters.
A guy walked into the doctor's office with a lettuce leaf sticking out of one ear. "That's just the tip of the iceberg."
What kills 99 percent of all known computer germs? MS Dos.
Someone should push the "Down" button on her escalator shoes.
What is the longest word in the English language? Smiles- because there's a mile between the first and last letter.
He's a second-story man; no one ever believes his first story.
Suburbia: Where they tear out the trees and then name streets after them.
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I miss the spell check in the compose mode of blogger. I better get over this crankiness! I'm starting to bum myself out. Last night I learned that Venus was retrograde when I was born. It was in Aquarius when normally it would have been in Taurus or Gemini (moving forward). This may not mean much, the fact that it was retrograde, but it plays a big part in how I act around people I am attracted to. Venus, being the love planet and all has a major effect on these things. Instead of being my usual fiery self to attract a mate I turn inward (what a retrograde typically asks one to do) and become much more intellectual, shy, less affectionate and so on. Wow. It's funny that the more I learn about astrology and how my aspects work the more it makes sense. I absolutely do all of those things when I have feelings for someone. So in essence I give the wrong idea to people I don't like and the wrong idea to those I do. Whatever. I'm sure that if someone was really meant for me they would know or I'd tell them straight out. I've also noticed that during a Venus retrograde, which happened earlier this year and lasted to April is a time that I made major love related decisions. Normally a retrograde period is not a good time for decisions, but a time to evaluate and finalize later.
So this over-sharing thing...It's been happening a lot lately. It's how I am and how I've always wanted to be! Whatever I got you can have, too. I was recently looking into this technique/movement called Radical Honesty and the founder says there is no such thing as over-sharing. I've always wanted to give it all. I guess that way if someone benefits from something I've been through or something I know it's ripe for the picking. I love information. Sifting is a great quality, just take what you need. I've had a few intuitive readings done for me over the years, only two from people I don't know, and the last one was in August. She told me not to talk about my business. I wonder about that. Does it matter? Oh well.
I like how this blogging thing allows for self-discovery. Typing and revealing a mood but at the same time seeing the words and being able to view the mood from afar. Detachment so things work out in the process. I suppose this is what confessionalism is? Why so much backlash on the confessionalists? If you don't want to read it you don't have to. I think the reason people say they don't like it is because they don't want to admit they enjoy diving into the lives of other people. Here's a quote from Wikipedia's Confessional poetry page: Thomas Poole: "I could inform the dullest author how he might write an interesting book — let him relate the events of his own life with honesty — not disguising the feelings that accompanied them."[6]
I've struggled a bit with the 'pimping out of one's self' in this regard...but I think it's more connection based. It's not prostitution it's just relaying honesty for the sake of it. We do a lot of playing around and showing certain faces to the world depending on the situation. It's so nice to just be. If I'm cranky so be it. If I'm filled with a tsunami of joy I'll happily knock you over. I'm blabbering, but hey! It's all good. It's also OK to be not OK.
PS: The article linked to from the Radical Honesty text above is very interesting. I don't think I could really do it. Not all the time and not in every situation, but it makes a valid case. Being 100% honest all the time. Even relaying thoughts you'd probably never act on...not sure about that. But what do I know? If that guy is so honest with himself why does he drink so much?!
Tears for Fears is on the radio!! I love them :)
Imagine if birds were tickled by feathers.
What do you get when you cross a porcupine with a sheep? An animal that knits its own sweaters.
A guy walked into the doctor's office with a lettuce leaf sticking out of one ear. "That's just the tip of the iceberg."
What kills 99 percent of all known computer germs? MS Dos.
Someone should push the "Down" button on her escalator shoes.
What is the longest word in the English language? Smiles- because there's a mile between the first and last letter.
He's a second-story man; no one ever believes his first story.
Suburbia: Where they tear out the trees and then name streets after them.
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I miss the spell check in the compose mode of blogger. I better get over this crankiness! I'm starting to bum myself out. Last night I learned that Venus was retrograde when I was born. It was in Aquarius when normally it would have been in Taurus or Gemini (moving forward). This may not mean much, the fact that it was retrograde, but it plays a big part in how I act around people I am attracted to. Venus, being the love planet and all has a major effect on these things. Instead of being my usual fiery self to attract a mate I turn inward (what a retrograde typically asks one to do) and become much more intellectual, shy, less affectionate and so on. Wow. It's funny that the more I learn about astrology and how my aspects work the more it makes sense. I absolutely do all of those things when I have feelings for someone. So in essence I give the wrong idea to people I don't like and the wrong idea to those I do. Whatever. I'm sure that if someone was really meant for me they would know or I'd tell them straight out. I've also noticed that during a Venus retrograde, which happened earlier this year and lasted to April is a time that I made major love related decisions. Normally a retrograde period is not a good time for decisions, but a time to evaluate and finalize later.
So this over-sharing thing...It's been happening a lot lately. It's how I am and how I've always wanted to be! Whatever I got you can have, too. I was recently looking into this technique/movement called Radical Honesty and the founder says there is no such thing as over-sharing. I've always wanted to give it all. I guess that way if someone benefits from something I've been through or something I know it's ripe for the picking. I love information. Sifting is a great quality, just take what you need. I've had a few intuitive readings done for me over the years, only two from people I don't know, and the last one was in August. She told me not to talk about my business. I wonder about that. Does it matter? Oh well.
I like how this blogging thing allows for self-discovery. Typing and revealing a mood but at the same time seeing the words and being able to view the mood from afar. Detachment so things work out in the process. I suppose this is what confessionalism is? Why so much backlash on the confessionalists? If you don't want to read it you don't have to. I think the reason people say they don't like it is because they don't want to admit they enjoy diving into the lives of other people. Here's a quote from Wikipedia's Confessional poetry page: Thomas Poole: "I could inform the dullest author how he might write an interesting book — let him relate the events of his own life with honesty — not disguising the feelings that accompanied them."[6]
I've struggled a bit with the 'pimping out of one's self' in this regard...but I think it's more connection based. It's not prostitution it's just relaying honesty for the sake of it. We do a lot of playing around and showing certain faces to the world depending on the situation. It's so nice to just be. If I'm cranky so be it. If I'm filled with a tsunami of joy I'll happily knock you over. I'm blabbering, but hey! It's all good. It's also OK to be not OK.
PS: The article linked to from the Radical Honesty text above is very interesting. I don't think I could really do it. Not all the time and not in every situation, but it makes a valid case. Being 100% honest all the time. Even relaying thoughts you'd probably never act on...not sure about that. But what do I know? If that guy is so honest with himself why does he drink so much?!
Tears for Fears is on the radio!! I love them :)
12:12
It's Rabbit Rabbit or time to make a wish and kiss your hand and tap your forehead with said kissed hand. I'm at a loss for words. I have a dumb feeling while I'm sitting here. Not even sure why I'm bothering to type this all out. Friends are coming in forty five minutes. Is time supposed to be hyphenated? I just read an essay about how books are going to disappear due to electronic distribution. The book is a Jew in Nazi time (I paraphrase). ? What? Now, the only reason I knew this article existed was through google reader, which took me to a blog, which told me more about the essay, which took me to the ONLINE lit magazine that hosted the essay. Why didn' he hire the pony express to deliver scrolls of this essay to everyone? I'm being cranky and I love books, too! But there is nothing wrong with choice. Ebook or hardcopy, who cares? If someone who isn't going to buy a print books still wants to read your work in electronic form are you going to say no? Sharing ideas and passion and creativity can happen through any medium. Let the reader decide which is preferable.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wonky Glitter Ball (Roger Hiorns - Seizure)
This is amazing. I wish I was in London and could go see it. I love how it's toxic and in a condemned building. That would never happen here, there would be a rope at the door or something. He's up for a prize the Turner Prize this year. Here's what the telegraph had to say in response to his nomination:
The sculptor Roger Hiorns works in so many different mediums it is hard to know where to begin: soap bubbles, fire, detergent, perfume and dangerous chemicals. In Seizure, his project sponsored by Artangel last year, he covered the interior of a bedsit in an East End council estate with copper sulphate. After a couple of weeks, blue crystals had grown over every surface, transforming an architectural space most of us wouldn’t have looked at twice into an Aladdin’s cave that – as in all the best fairytales – had more than a whiff of danger about it. To see the work, we had to clomp around wearing boots and protective gloves, scared to brush against the walls, transfixed by its crystalline magic, and aware that even during the short time we’d spent in the flat, the chemicals were eating the walls and floors away just as our own lives were being devoured by time.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Ants
There was a carpenter ant infestation at my last house, which was really a cottage, but that doesn't matter for this story. Anyway, the ants mostly stuck around the sink area because they came in through the floor near the water pipe. If I ever left a dish in the sink for more than ten minutes the ants would scurry up the wall and into the sink to transform a blue dish (if it was blue) into a pulsating, black disk of terror. It didn't matter if there was food on it or not. But if there was food, like say...tomato sauce, well then you were just asking for it. I used to drown them in steaming water, spray them with hair spray and watch their little legs start to stiffen up, I'd pour dish soap on their segmented little bodies and, of course, I'd crush them under my slippers if they were on the floor.
Dead ants smell. They smell really, really nasty. Like sweet death but more chemicalized. I hated washing the dishes and not just because of the ants in the sink and on the floor. Coming into the whole kitchen area set you up to be a target. I'd be washing and killing and then I'd feel something on my chest, look down and scream. I'm sure I dropped a dish or a glass at least three times during those experiences. Ants on me. All over me. The dishes would suffer, pile up, get dropped. It was a kitchen of death, a sink of death. I can't count how many times I'd find ants in my clothes and have to rip them off on the spot and throw them in the washer (which also happened to be in the kitchen). I think the people who lived there before me became aware of the ant situation and put the washer in the kitchen for that reason. Ant clothes...they didn't want to infect the whole house. Because you know once you let them into other areas they make paths for their friends. Nobody wants an ant path leading to the bedroom. Nobody.
Bug infestations are more of a psychological problem than anything else. Once you have a bug on you paranoia makes sure you feel them all the time. Crawling and itching and biting at you while you are reading or trying to fall asleep. Trying to catch a calm moment alone and then BAM. You can't escape the linger of the ant. I feel them now.
I am not sure if there is aything to learn from the ant experience. There aren't lessons in everything, you know. I don't look up everything in my animal spirit books. Sometimes I just like to kill things and tear my clothes off and be done with it.
Dead ants smell. They smell really, really nasty. Like sweet death but more chemicalized. I hated washing the dishes and not just because of the ants in the sink and on the floor. Coming into the whole kitchen area set you up to be a target. I'd be washing and killing and then I'd feel something on my chest, look down and scream. I'm sure I dropped a dish or a glass at least three times during those experiences. Ants on me. All over me. The dishes would suffer, pile up, get dropped. It was a kitchen of death, a sink of death. I can't count how many times I'd find ants in my clothes and have to rip them off on the spot and throw them in the washer (which also happened to be in the kitchen). I think the people who lived there before me became aware of the ant situation and put the washer in the kitchen for that reason. Ant clothes...they didn't want to infect the whole house. Because you know once you let them into other areas they make paths for their friends. Nobody wants an ant path leading to the bedroom. Nobody.
Bug infestations are more of a psychological problem than anything else. Once you have a bug on you paranoia makes sure you feel them all the time. Crawling and itching and biting at you while you are reading or trying to fall asleep. Trying to catch a calm moment alone and then BAM. You can't escape the linger of the ant. I feel them now.
I am not sure if there is aything to learn from the ant experience. There aren't lessons in everything, you know. I don't look up everything in my animal spirit books. Sometimes I just like to kill things and tear my clothes off and be done with it.
It's Saturday
It's Saturday and my vertigo is back
with hot ears and swollen face.
Uneasy tea laughs in the belly
warning, "try to have a good one."
Of all the days to be fevered at
life, it's Saturday and I'm sick.
with hot ears and swollen face.
Uneasy tea laughs in the belly
warning, "try to have a good one."
Of all the days to be fevered at
life, it's Saturday and I'm sick.
Friday, October 16, 2009
show and tell
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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