I’m sure this is making the rounds online (courtesy of BoingBoing), but it’s too great not to post:
The office! The facial expression! The sparkles! The future is now/
I’m sure this is making the rounds online (courtesy of BoingBoing), but it’s too great not to post:
The office! The facial expression! The sparkles! The future is now/
Look what I saw on BoingBoing this week:
When I wasn’t arguing with my boyfriend (sorry, hon) or yelling at the neighbors (sorry, lady) this last week, I was finishing a sweater that turned out too big. (Sorry, yarn.) I wanted it to look like this girl’s version but something happened with the neckline and it ended up looking like this when it was done blocking:
Oh well, I did finish two other sweaters this season that fit and that I wear, so that’s a record anyway. This one was pushing my luck.
And now it’s on to dresses–polka-dot ones.
So Mr. Isbell and I got into a domestic dispute Sunday morning, and in the middle of it I noticed that, instead of going to the public open space two blocks west, a neighbor woman had decided to play with her dog on our lawn–complete with a stack of Frisbees and the dog running into the flowerbed and planted garden.
I lost it:
And then of course I felt bad, because I was really mad about the argument that was going on and I could have told her to get lost in a nicer way. Poor lady had no idea what she was in for…
1. I’ve been checking out Nerd Boyfriend, “a shopping guide and style blog for the fashionably nerdy male.” I mostly like it for the old pictures. And I also like nerds. And Fasuto Coppi’s sweater on today’s post.
2. Here’s an essay on the case for memorizing poems, which included this quote: “If one is delayed in a bus terminal, or sitting in a foxhole, it’s wonderful to have an inner anthology to say over, yet again, in one’s mind.” Except I don’t think the foxhole argument will mean anything to the youth of today–not really making a case there, author.
3. It’s the birthday of Isak Dineson, aka Karen Blixen, who wrote Out of Africa, the opening of which is the best opening of any book ever, in my opinion.
…to Leonardo da Vinci, Bessie Smith, Emma Thompson, and my mom! Here is a song for her, with the big disclaimer that she is NOT 64. I just thought it was a good description of her life right now, what with the parts about gardening and going for a ride and having my dad around.
Unrelated: Yellow Submarine looks completely terrifying.
So I made myself an Easter dress for the first time in about ten years. My mom used to make me fantastic ones when I was little, and later I’d go shop for something, but the only point of an Easter dress is wearing it on Easter, and the only place to wear something on Easter is church, and I decided about the same time I stopped getting new Easter dresses that the only part of Lutheranism I liked was Bach. But I digress.
This is impossible to photograph on a cloudy morning but it looks very nice on–it’s navy dotted swiss over a plain navy lining, using the same pattern as last week.
And what’s going on in knitting? Well, look who’s helping my yellow sweater block:
“uuh, mama, this sweater is damp…”
If it were, I would buy this and put it on the wall next to the Bernina:
(The larger size is still for sale on 20×200.)
1. Sorry I didn’t post yesterday–the internet was down at the apartment and I was busy at work (!), talking to clients (!!) and being creative (!!!). (Seriously, I would have liked this job just for the paycheck. But it’s actually really fun!)
2. Kottke.org linked to the origin of “steal my thunder” this week:
In 1704, playright John Dennis invented a new method of producing the sound of thunder during a play. Dennis’ play was unsuccessful, but his thunder technique was soon borrowed by another production, leading Dennis to exclaim:
Damn them! They will not let my play run, but they steal my thunder.
3. Look, it’s the alpaca Easter bunny!
My Easter plans include listening to Bach’s St. Matthew Passion tonight. I have a friend who always listens to Parsifal on Good Friday for the “Good Friday Music” in it, but it’s Bach for me.