Alas, my iPhone ate a post about pausing and being still in the middle of a crazed life. Hence, this pale imitation of a rewrite. As the Sock Campers were scavengering around, Debbi shared a bottle of Chardonnay with me. It was just us and our knitting looking over the beautiful Ludlow Bay.
How often do we stop our daily grind to enjoy what’s around us and be still – even amongst chaos? It wouldn’t hurt, but nor would delicious bottles of wine!
Looking down from the precipice of my 37th birthday, I can see how fractured my life has become, between work, deadline knitting, Twitter, Flickr, email and even plain ol’ laundry. I don’t do enough of any one of those, except maybe the laundry.
Sock camp always leaves me inspired. Tonight’s talent show didn’t disappoint. This annual tradition with my mother is slightly different this year, as I’m a camp councellor. I am so fortunate to have so much love in my life.
That all said, I’m dozing off and will expound on that in a future post.
Ever since high school, I’ve been a fan of fountain pens. I like their quality of line, expressive nature and the importance they impart into the words they write. Taking notes in real ink made me pay more attention to their content and celebrate the human hand that keyboards will never replace (especially the touch screen one on this phone I’m using now).
Before I knit, pen shops were a destination I’d seek out when traveling. Fountain pens are what I’d look for at flea markets, too. It’s only natural that a paper fetish followed from there. (I’d love to show you my pad and stationery collection one day.) Oddly enough, I never got into inks. I was content to use the bottles from Farhney’s (my dad’s favorite mail-order pen pusher) or one of the other two bottles I had (pure black Parker Quink and some electric royal blue from Krone).
Life goes on and I amass a little pen stash of pens (only ten or so). I use them for work, but sadly never fully develop the journaling or letter-writing habit I wish I had. I’ve had one flea market find boxed up for repair for years, but never gotten around to it. Heck, there are a few pens that have bever even been used!
So as part of my creating order in 2010, I dusted off my pens (like this blog) and decided to clean them out and put some of the newest ones into rotation. It makes me so happy to ride the glide of a nib across some smooth, heavy paper. like a good pen owner, the ones that haven’t been in use were already cleaned and perfectly content chilling in the cabinet.
Lo and behold, in the same cabinet, I found two bottles of French ink I received in the mail last spring. Back in February, I agreed to review some J. Herbin fountain pen inks. I thought I’d receive one bottle, but two arrived, along with a mini Rhodia notepad. (They import thissuper-duper paper as well as inks and planners.) I had played with the Orange Indien when I first received it. How could I pass up an orange? It’s is confident and strong. Unfortunately, the Parker 51 I’m using with it is very generous (down-“write” slutty!) and leaves a fat wet line. But the ink remains as a very handsome and unique stroke.
The Lierre Sauvage is vibrant and perky green. Bright and alive, yet maintaining the dignity of a deeper forest green. I’m going to enjoy playing with this. I filled a Récife pen purchased during our 2007 trip to Paris that has languished parched and empty for these past two or so years. It’s about time this beauty sprouted words and thoughts onto paper, and the new leaf colored ink is well-suited for shoots and tendrils awaiting to unfurl from my hand.
With freshly cleaned pens from work stored away, a filled blue-black and a bright blue trusted sidekicks in my bag, and these new orange and green friends, I’ve got quite a bit of writing to do. I hand write my designs in their idea origins and as I knit them. I’m counting on these new inks to help realize the many new designs 2010 holds.
So this is the New Year… I never could have predicted that 2009 would contain all of the surprises and plot twists that it did. My life is better for it, for sure.I grateful and working hard at beig present to enjoy it all, the good and the bad.
Starting back in January, a recall at work, the first time for the company, only to be followed by a smaller recall later on. It rivaled the intensity of training for Ironman and ultramarathons (only I barely worked out other than circus class through June – note to self: sign up again – it’s been too long, do something! . March: I spoke at SXSW interactive about crafting and community in Austin, TX. Work was highly productive with sites and an iPhone app launched, and the groundwork for a strong 2010 laid. Then, my boss announced he was leaving in August. I followed suit in October, and now work a short 12-minute bike ride to downtown San Francisco at a sweet-smelling dream job.
On the knitting front, YKNIT is on hiatus which was first going to be me flying solo but never quite took off the ground. The jury’s still out whether I can devote the time to publish the three episodes I have recorded. Of course there was Sock Camp where I met a new BFF. I returned to Albany for the MSKR with my evil twin Sean. A few months later Sock Summit happened, full of so many memories and people and inspiration to cherish forever. Fall saw the MFKR where I taught and met more incredible guys, and drove with Cat and her chatty GPS. My second Rhinebeck included my mom, who patiently put up with Sean and my shenanigans. November: I’ll never forget the hours of microwaving dyed yarn from Knot Hysteria’s Dye to Knit weekend. Over the year, there were a couple of designs completed and more to come (I’ll share as soon as it’s kosher). I ended the year casting on at 11:14 am for the full moon on this very special blue moon New Year’s Eve and knitting on Herbivore in BMFA Silkie as the clock struck midnight.
2009 was a year full of love (Paris honeymoon), work and wool. Other than snuggles with Janie Sparkles, I couldnt ask for much more. I am grateful it turned out to be a stellar, if not watershed, year for me. I am so excited about what the future may hold, so bring it. Although I may not have acheived all of last yeat’s resolutions (darn you, unicycle!), but what’s tomorrow for if not trying again?
My predictions or goals for the new year? More of the same: growth, challenges, finished objects, creativity, great food, and time spent with friends.
(And you, unicycle? I’m coming for you!)
Skipping a Sock Summit soliloquy to mention two knitting (and real-life!) friends and their canine companions and a knitter’s daughter’s kitty.
Tuck, an adorable French Bulldog that belongs to Dr. Mel, aka Cabezalana is facing huge medical bills. He’s just a little guy with an adorable face (did you look at those toofs?) and you can help out by buying Tuck swag at Zazzle. (I bought two mugs, because, in addition to Janie Sparkles and Mr. Man, I wouldn’t mind waking up to Tuck’s mug on my mug in the morning.)
The other news is the tragic loss of Harriet, Yarn-a-go-go’s furry friend. As Rachael puts it,
There are pets that we cuddle and love, and then there are the Truly-Special Where-Did-You-Come-From-You-Crazy-Wonderful-Thing-You animals.
Lastly, one of my first internet friends (from USENET and and UNIX rave chatrooms in 1992), Leah also had to put her cat named Lint down.
Sorry for the heavy post. Life has its up’s and down’s.
Let’s create some more up’s—please go show ’em both your love… and love the four-footed friends in your life!
Pardon the repeated image, but here we are again.
I’m still married, but the California Supreme Court upheld the legality of Prop. 8. What joy is there in that fact when a popular vote can deny people equal rights under the law?
As of today, I have special rights. As one of the 18,000 Californians who were legally married between June and November 2008, our marriage remains valid under state law.
But I never wanted special rights. I just want equal rights. For everyone.
From Rachael Yarn-a-go-go’s post:
You know what? I would bet that most of us would give up our legal marriages RIGHT NOW in order to get rights for all.
Amen, sister.
Dustin Lance Black’s acceptance speech for Best Screenplay, MILK.
Just wanted to share how I spent my VD with you, my tens of readers.
It was a rare privilege to see John Cameron Mitchell perform songs from Hedwig and the Angry Inch live before and after a screening of his award-winning movie,, based on his original musical (of which I’ve only seen LA and SF productions).
Enjoy two versions from different performances (one with better sound, one with multiple camera angles) of my favorite song from the show, “The Origin of Love.”
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As you can imagine, this was my favorite VD ever.
I’m what you call a late-blooming early-adopter. My job and my interests exposed me to lots of cool doo-dads and webby goodness. That said, I’m not always the first person to jump in and get my typing fingers dirty. I let stuff slowly filter through my friends before I choose to I incorporate it into my life.
This morning, I finally jumped over to Google Reader for my RSS needs. Part of the reason I wasn’t using bloglines more frequently was it’s limitations. I’m hoping through the good work of the Googlers, I’ll do a better job of following up on the interKnitters I love so.
Musically, I poked around Bootie’s site to download their free mash-up mixes, 2005-2008. It’s old news, something I haven’t looked at for a few years. Now, thanks to Bootie, i have 6.5 hours of new music! Bootie is a local party that campily layers current music on top of other songs, say Missy Elliott rapping over The Cure’s melodies. I can’t be bothered to actually go out to a bar and stay up past 11, so it’s a joy to be able to grab toe-tapping tunes that make me shimmy and chuckle a little. As Girl Talk was one of my favorite albums last year, it was time to investigate DJ’s aspiring to be as good as him. Great stuff, say if you were throwing a cold outdoor party at an Elks Lodge in Rhinebrck for Ravelry!
Lastly, this here post. I’m composing it in the WordPress app on my phone. Just another overdue tool that I should have added a long time ago. So far do good. Between this and blogging from Flickr, you may just be reading more frequent musings (with more frequent typos, too).
So far, 2009’s has been a year productivity through simplicity. I don’t want more, more, more, in things or accomplishments. I just want peaceful contented-ness through intentional choices. And if some new tools help me achieve that while boppin’ my head, all the better!
EDITED: I had to go onto my desktop to remove a bunch of extra \’s the mobile app inserted at every apostrophe and quotation mark. It also didn’t record line and paragraph breaks. Anyone else have this problem on the iPhone with WordPress? Must I code everything html-style?
EDITED AGAIN: I upgraded my WP and it’s helped! See? No “\n’s” and odd line breaks when not handcoded.
EDITED AGAIN AGAIN: Fixed the link to Bootieusa.com had a typo. Great catch, Matthew!
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