Friday Links

1. If you looked at the devil’s butthole’s executive orders this week like me (oops), you’ll know that our trans friends are already under attack. (And trans people already have a staggering 82% suicide risk.) What can you do right now? Order Girl Scout cookies from a trans or non-binary Girl Scout. There’s a list compiled right here and they ship.

 

2. Maybe we can go to France and camp out in the cheese room of this restaurant? The Hottest Restaurant in France Is an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet (includes some extremely New Yorker lines such as “The effect is something like a Golden Corral by Auguste Escoffier”).

 

3. Something cool: Archaeologists Are Finding Dugout Canoes in the American Midwest as Old as the Great Pyramids of Egypt. The urban waterways in the Great Lakes area fascinate me. Imagine having a neighborhood lake!

 

You Don’t Have To Look

Designer Mike Monteiro sent a newsletter before the inauguration that I had to re-read yesterday. Things seem like they’re getting so bad, so fast, and I had to remind myself that’s the point: The barrage of bad things is supposed to get us so worn down that we give up. But you know what? We don’t have to pay attention!

As Monteiro says (emphasis mine):

For a narcissistic sociopath, attention is oxygen. And there’s no difference between good attention and bad. They live for your reaction and they will get progressively more erratic to keep that attention coming. So every time you react, they know it’s working. Their goal is to be on stage. Their demand is that you be their audience.

[…] The only way to defeat a narcissistic sociopath is to starve them. Protect yourself from their bullshit, of course, but move away from it. Let them have their stage, but refuse to be their audience.

This isn’t easy. It’s especially difficult because capitalism is an attention economy. The New York Times and The Washington Post love a narcissistic sociopath because they generate clicks and clicks sell ads. Social media loves a narcissistic sociopath for the same reason, but it’s even worse. On social media, we’re the ones carrying their water. Trump says something that he knows will get him attention (i.e. renaming the Gulf of Mexico) and not only does it fire up hundreds of media outlets, who now divert attention to this idiocy, but it also fires up tons of people like me and you, who end up reposting his garbage.

[…] The first four years of Donald Trump was a continuous panic attack. I’m not going through that again. You don’t have to either. They’re on stage, but you don’t have to be their audience.

 

In other words…

Wednesday Project Roundup: Travel Case

After I finished my backpack, I ended up making one more thing for my extremely short trip –a “tech pouch” to hold my Kindle and glasses and charging cords.

I had leftover stripe webbing and red zippers from the backpack, so I used snakeskin print denim scraps (from a pair of jeans I never posted) and went for a “MYOGucci” look:

I had everything in my stash–ripstop lining, interior zipper, grosgrain binding, and even the wide elastic for a pen loop.

After the struggles with my backpack, this went together really quickly, even if I broke my own rule and used another pattern from the Learn MYOG guy (something I said I’d never do after the fiasco with his other pack pattern). This “Tech Pouch” pattern is a new one from him and it’s definitely better (real marking points on the pattern, actual illustrations, and only $10 vs. $30).

This was pretty handy to have on the plane and I can even see using it instead of a purse for errands, since I’m quickly approaching the point I need my glasses for reading anything, not just screens.

Weekend Highlights

The 48-hour East Bay getaway was just the right amount of time away and eccentric museums visited. The Aftel Archive of Curious Scents on our first day was exactly as niche and quirky as I expected, and I got to smell real ambergris, which has been a life goal.

 

The Pacific Pinball Museum was also niche but way less quirky than I thought it would be–if you came here and never played anything and just treated it like a museum, it would still be cool. Each machine has an info placard and there were so many signs and activities, including a whole room on early machines and the evolution of the game.

But I pretty much ignored the signs and activities and just played the games, and it was so much fun. They have open admission so we came and went for the whole second day, taking beach and lunch and ice cream breaks.

 

The beach in question, with San Francisco in the background like the Emerald City, plus some fancy-ass donuts and magnolias and camellias blooming in January (!).

(You may notice there are no pictures from Stonemountain Fabrics … that was the second half of our first day and friends, the in-store experience was just not great. I had to look so hard for something to buy, and even when I found a bolt I liked it wasn’t “OH MY GOD AMAZING I NEED THIS,” like it was on my last visit–it was definitely more, “Well I thought this would be the highlight of the trip but I really don’t love anything but I also booked a plane ticket to go fabric shopping so I’d better buy something.” I know they changed buyers a couple years ago so I think the new buyer’s taste just isn’t mine, but it was kinda disappointing.)

Good thing the pinball museum made up for it!

Friday Links

1. The 48-hour trip that I spent a month sewing things for is coming up this weekend! It’s SUCH a middle-aged lady niche interest trip, too: We’re going to the scent museum and the pinball museum and, of course, Stonemountain Fabrics.

2. Would you like to see lettering from classic jazz albums? How about albums designed by Milton Glaser?

3. America may not make it but hell yeah, imposter syndrome is out! (Also I’m glad to know it’s not just me worrying about getting fired all the time.)

 

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It’s Not A Rabbit Hole If You Learn Things

A friend sent me this, knowing it was exactly up my alley (words and gains)–the origins of the word dumbbell as it related to bell ringers:

 

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And that got me looking up videos of bell ringers to see the physical action, and before I knew it I was on the Wikipedia page for change ringing, dusting off my music theory.

It’s a fun rabbit hole if you want to go down it, too–so many tidbits, like “full circle ringing” and “quarter peals” and even a Dorothy Sayers novel!

Wednesday Poem

This is a short, recent one–but boy does it feel appropriate. Keep doing beautiful things, friends. That’s how we save us.

 

In 150 Characters or Less
by Nikita Gill

Everything is on fire, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things
and trying to make life worth living
and I know I don’t have to believe in everything,
but I believe in that.

Healthy AND Fancy

I had to get a set of five sheets of intaglio paper for my friend’s valet tray, so while I had the boards and glue out for that project, I made a big fancy box for the living room:

The inside is a classic Florentine fleur-de-lys and I had just the right red book cloth for the hinge. (Yay for buying an excessive amount of craft supplies, I guess.)

And what goes IN this big fancy box, you ask? A blood pressure monitor, of course.

My blood pressure got really high last year with the anemia (which makes sense, given the paucity of red blood cells to move oxygen around) so I started checking it daily. To remember to do that, it helped to have the monitor down in the main living area, but I hated looking at it, so: fancy box time. Now Doc is checking his, too, so Intaglio Box is getting a lot of use.