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Archive for June, 2008

It’s been a while, I know. But it was the end of summer session I, and I’m exhausted. Teaching summer classes takes a lot out of me, for some reason.
Still, I have some updates.
First, photos a-plenty. I have an update of my WIPs.
Baby Blanket. Learning to work with the acrylic, and feels good to get [...]

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Ok, so it’s true.  I’m admitting it. So there.  You’ll still love me, right?
Every day, I get more and more intent on owning a little farm. 
In the Poconos. 
Growing some organic fruit trees and strawberry fields. 
Running a ceramics artists commune, holding classes and such. 
And owning lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots [...]

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I’ve heard most of the arguments, I think, about stash guilt.  Some say that if their yarn is going towards garments, then it shouldn’t be something to be considered guilt-worthy.  Others have incredible organizational strategies.  Some don’t buy yarn unless they have a project in mind already.  Some go on crazy de-stashing purges, getting rid of [...]

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So on Friday, we went for another date night.  We saw local Philly boy, M. Night Shyamalan’s newest film, The Happening.  M didn’t want to go, but oh no, I had to insist.  Let’s just say that I’m in the proverbial doghouse, and I’m restricted from choosing our films for date nights for a while.  [...]

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M and I had a date night this past Friday — our first in a long time.  We ended up going to one of the local drive-ins to see a double feature:  the new Indiana Jones film, and Iron Man.  We HATED Indiana Jones.  It was just awful.  I felt so sad.  I had high [...]

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First and foremost. I have socks. HANDKNIT SOCKS, baaaaby. That’s right. The only way that these could be MORE mine would be if I had raised the sheep that grew the wool that was spun into the yarn that made these socks. Hey…now wait just a minute. But I’ll [...]

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Gender Politics

Two years ago, our friend’s daughter (“N”), a very nice young lesbian, age 15, told her mother that she wanted to live her life as a man.  Our friend, this young woman’s mother, struggled with this proclamation.  We watched her play the pronoun game.  She referred to her child as “the kid” instead of her [...]

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