Tuesday Project Roundup: Big Pants + EMU TOP

Remember those barrel-leg pants I made back in November? They remained very snug; then I saw these RTW pants in the spring, so I remade them in a size up in khaki and now I kind of love big pants?

But the real star here are the EMUS, of course. This is fabric from Doops Designs that I’d been sitting on since 2021 or so. I only had a meter but cropping the Willow Tank by three inches and using commercial bias binding made it work.

If I had a leave-the-house job I’d wear the hell out of these pants with a little top (here I’m dressed up for a therapy appointment, lol). But the EMU TOP will work with any pants on Zoom, so it’s a win-win outfit.

Hot Times In The Summer

The wall paint in the garage is now 90% finished! (I’m waiting on the door wall/behind the shelves because I didn’t want to move everything off and then back on again to do the floor.)

AND the concrete is etched and rinsed! (And rinsed, and rinsed, and rinsed again, and rinsed one more time in the afternoon because this is the step I’m the most nervous about. Hence the dropcloth runway.)
An empty garage with built in shelving. The walls are freshly painted white.If everything dries over the next few days (it should; it’s going to be 100 degrees today) then I’m going to roll on the floor epoxy Wednesday morning and hope for the best.

 

In between concrete rinses yesterday we went up to play in the stream, because wow does that garage get hot when you’re working in it. Am I mostly posting this because the light is making me look swole? Yes I am. A woman sitting on a rock in a river. She's wearing short shorts , a tank top, and a baseball hat.

Friday Links

1. I’d heard that Jon Oliver had a guest appearance on General Hospital and this piece collects all the clips and gives us details of the bonkers plots. As the subhead says, “It’s nice to sit back and watch a man have the time of his life.”

 

2. Perfect headline: Australian officials ask fans to respect the privacy of Neil, a 1,000 kg seal who respects nothing

 

3. “There’s a lot you can do in a hi-viz vest”

@elisejoshiBench + Fully Funded Transit > Waymo

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Work Moods

Me clocking in:
Image of a cat in a tie saying "Hope I don't have a lot of meetings" in front of a factory building that is labeled "lots of meetings factory"

 

Me wondering how to organize a fully remote workplace:
Screenshot of a Wikipedia entry with a black and white illustration of Romans and this text:Commoners in ancient Rome occasionally exercised a social strategy called secessio plebis, or secession of the plebs, in which the entire working class would evacuate a city en masse and refuse to work or fight in the army, leaving the patrician class to fend for itself. The secessions were an effective means of winning legal and economic concessions. Above it, someone has tweeted the image and this text: anyone want to secessio plebis with me tomorrow? we could head to the beach? maybe grab some snacks on the way?

 

Me thinking about the company’s mandated AI use and everything else going on in the world:

 

Me listening to the the reasons for the mandated AI use:
An image with the title, The AI Argumnt. A stick figure stomping on the head of another stick figure. The stomping figure is saying, Getting stomped is inevitable. It's already happening. Better to embrace it than get left behind.

Wednesday Poem

This seems fitting for all work on the house lately. Those last couple lines!

 

Domesticity
by Catherine Pierce

Sometimes everything hurts with how desperately
I love it, and I do mean desperately. Like I want
to hold tight to every tender object, the gifted rock,

the basketball sneakers. Everywhere, piles
of undone, the tangle of should and will and want.
So many hours blurred to the necessity of sleep,

and how is any corner supposed to stay uncobwebbed
when also I need to consider mortality, love
the word gloaming, tweeze a tick from behind a knee?

How am I supposed to keep safe everyone
in this house while holding open the door
and saying have fun, make good choices, know the world?

Outside the wind has kicked up and the trees shush
even the leaf blowers. The hunger in my chest
could nearly lift me off the ground. Once I thought

domesticity was a gentle trap, a bed soft with quicksand.
Now I know it is a wild place, toothed and flowering.
Unnavigable, and not for the tenderhearted.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Patio Pants

At this point in my life, I like what I like and I have enough of a blog record to prove it. Case in point: Colorful stripey fabrics and big pants, as discussed in 2019 / made a few weeks ago.

A woman wearing rainbow striped pants and a leopard top takes a selfie in a mirror

I took Sunday afternoon off from garage work and hid from 109 degree heat (!) in the basement, sewing up another pair of Elizabeth Suzann Florence Pants  (lengthened by 4 inches again; I also upgraded my pocket addition to be anchored in the waistband and they’re so much nicer). The fabric is a Kaffe Fassett stripe from Harmony and the colors are so good.

Home Improvement Weekend

Lots of garage progress this weekend: I finished priming and then my brother and nephew came up with the 4,000 psi! gas!! pressure washer!!! to get the floor clean prior to painting that.

I can’t get over how nice and clean it looks now. This week I’ll do actual wall paint (with lots of drop cloths) and hopefully I can do the floors next weekend, so we can all start parking inside again.

Friday Links

1. I think I can get the primer finished in the garage by tomorrow so we can pressure wash the concrete Sunday, but in the meantime I’ll be thinking about the entirely-offline “Summer of Ludd” festival that happened in NYC.

 

2. I’ll also be pondering if I can find a religious leader to give me an AI-use exemption, because it worked for this lady.

 

3. I’ve never seen anything more compelling in my life

 

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Essay About Grief

What Science Knows About Grief, by music writer Amanda Petrusich, is a long piece in the New Yorker about, well, what science knows about grief.

Petrusich lost her husband suddenly and unexpectedly so there are passages talking about dealing with the aftermath, from finances to well-meaning friends:

I got very good at sensing when the heft and finality of the loss was making someone uncomfortable. I found this both relatable (I surely wouldn’t have known what to say, either) and alienating. Grief can’t be “fixed”—death is famously irreversible—so conversations about it require both parties to abandon problem-solving and accept a kind of unpleasant stasis. When well-intentioned friends or colleagues asked me how I was doing, I felt dread. What I wanted to say was This feels exactly as bad as you think it feels. What I usually said was Yeah, I’m O.K. 

 

There’s also the science promised in the title, which is fascinating–covering everything from giving grief a clinical diagnosis to experimental drugs to EMDR therapy–but the concept that interested me most was “two-person neuroscience”:

When I asked [Katherine] Shear [founder and director of the Columbia Center for Prolonged Grief] about the biological aftermath of grief, she brought up two-person neuroscience, an emerging discipline that studies how our brains affect other brains. “Our closest relationships, especially when we’re living together—in particular, when we’re living together—have an impact on our immune system, our cardiovascular system, our sleep, our eating, probably the whole body,” she said. “I think we have to understand what happens, neurologically, when we’re with someone to really understand what happens when we lose them.”

“AI is a loser machine”

There was another 1.5 hour meeting at work yesterday about using AI “because other agencies will be.” I am not a CEO but I have worked in advertising for 20 years and surely there’s a way we could brand ourselves as a “human-first” agency and go the other direction? No, we’re going all-in on AI instead?

Too bad AI is a loser machine, as posited in this essay is by Garrett Bucks–“You will never win at AI.”

We should say it loudly and proudly and at every possibly opportunity: Generative AI is loser technology and it doesn’t deserve you. The more you use it the more we all lose. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. You will give more of your data, trust, money, water and critical thinking skills to the consumption robots, and what you’ll get in return won’t ever belong to you.

AI is a loser machine. And I hope you don’t use it, not because you need to prove your morality to me, but because I don’t want you to lose. I think you deserve better than a resource-guzzling, death-causing, random word generator.