Corpulent Gluttony

I love this image for the Metropolitan Opera's Hansel und Gretel



Love it.

More fabulous and disturbing images that relate to the opera here.

Scarves!

In a Thanksgiving turkey and pumpkin-pie filled haze, I needed to find clarity...
thru knitting.

I may actually achieve my goal of an entirely handmade christmas!

All knit from improvised patterns... (yay me!)

Me, with clarity found.



Clarity sure is cozy.

Scarves!



Scarves up close!



A ruffle-y, twist-y, spiral-y pink scarf!



I'd post the sweater I'm making, but the Tilda-beast took off with the second needle and hid it.

Fiber

CUPCAKE!



Or maybe... BRAN MUFFIN!

either way it's utterly charming... and satisfies my sweet tooth.
Less fuzzy photo will happen later.

Pattern here.

No fair!

If monkeys can figure it out, why can't Republicans....?

When the gales of November come early

Don't forget to dust off the Gordon Lightfoot and crack open a bottle.

Here's to the wives and the sons and the daughters.

work

The adage of "the more things change, the more things stay the same" appears to be rearing its ugly head today.

About a hundred and fifty years ago, I was working as a scenic artist, and I used to describe my job thusly.

"I paint wood"

"...to look like wood."

Today I found myself scurrying to turn in an audited audit to a funder.

Somehow, the concept of ridiculous redundancy pleases me.

I like my job, I really do.
It is quite a bit of redundancy.

The challenge is fitting your organizational story and mission into applications with such nuanced differences that you often have to rewrite the entire existing language.
Reinventing the wheel for a $1000 from Ford Motor.

The other challenge is explaining how an art form that was for the people and became exclusive to the rich, white, esoteric and dead is suddenly for the people again.

One argument is that old saw...Economic Development.

Our rich people come to where your poor people are.
They buy things served to them by the poor.

So... trickle-down economics?
Hey, while we're at it, why not reinvigorate the ghosts of Star Wars and Communism.

I'm suddenly feeling trapped in a Bloom County cartoon ca. 1989.

Which is good.

Bloom County babes were usually nerdy or hot.

Or both.

more knitting

I finished my pulsewarmers a few weeks ago and have been happily wearing them since!


This is my first attempt at a patterned scarf, I love it... the next one will have circles (I hope).

...

and its snowing

*cue sleigh bells*

*cue crackling fire*

*cue snuggling*

I'll hate it come January, but for now it feels right.

now where did I leave my hot chocolate....?

by the many arms of vishnu

why won't it stop

my left eyelid won't stop twitching.
i don't know why it started.
not really stressed.
got more than enough sleep this weekend.
haven't had too much caffeine.
my boss suggested botox.
its a mystery a mystery a mystery