We’ve been obsessively watching Treme and it’s just so fucking good. That’s all.
No explanation needed.
You arrive at your aunt’s house on a pleasant, breezy day in August, bags packed with a couple weeks’ worth of clothes and books. She has invited you to housesit while she’s on vacation, since she knows you’ve always loved her cats. As you walk up to the front door, you realize what that nagging has been in the back of your head throughout the five hour journey - you forgot your knitting! And you’d been so looking forward to spending these weeks in a cooler region, so much nicer knitting here than where you’ve been for the first month of summer! You curse your forgetfulness and cross your fingers, hoping there’s a good local yarn shop nearby, as you knock on the door.
After saying hello and going through the housesitting checklist, you casually ask about the LYS situation. She says she thinks there is a small shop downtown, not far from here (huge sigh of relief!), but you’ve reminded her of something. When she was tidying up the attic a few weeks ago, she came across a trunk that had belonged to her aunt, your great aunt, and had ended up with her several years back - she’d always meant to sort through it but it had gotten hidden behind some boxes and forgotten over the years. She’d popped it open, and seen a bunch of yarn and some hand-knit items. Since you’d be here housesitting in a couple weeks, she’d decided to leave it there for you to have first dibs on anything that interested you, since you’re the only big knitter in the family.
"So you might want to take a look at that trunk first, before hitting the yarn store, just in case there’s any useable yarn in there."
You think, cool, I might save a few bucks. You never met that great aunt; you might remember her name coming up in some of your dad’s stories, but you’re not sure.
So once you’ve gotten settled in, played with the cats a bit, and your aunt has left on her trip, you pull down the attic ladder and head up.
A big, old steamer trunk sits near the window, filled with wooly mystery. You hope for something awesome as you unfasten the metal clasp…
When people write about Saved by the Bell today, they focus on the big cell phone, the eye-assaulting wardrobe, and a certain someone’s breakdown after a brief fling with caffeine pills. No matter how silly this show was, there’s no doubt of its popularity—to take this subject matter seriously is to take our consumption of culture seriously. This swirl of messages about gender and race in the show are confusing, but in my case, and perhaps for many others, I left the show behind in search of better characters with more relatable experiences. And yet no matter what I’ve found, I know that the show will always be around, airing weekday mornings as a nostalgic recitation of what a bunch of old male writers thought of young high school women.
From "Nostalgia Does Not Make Saved by the Bell Grow Sweeter" by Emily Hashimoto.
"Her feminism is not one I could recognize, though if I had to place it, it has all the trappings of what a bunch of old men would assume feminism is all about. Jessie’s feminism is a hindrance that makes her annoying, she’s there to be made fun of. That notion is reinforced by the fact that even her female friends don’t back her up most of the time. Contrasting Jessie with the popular Lisa and Kelly, the show’s writers strongly suggest that being a feminist is unappealing."
Great trip to the record store last night! Filled in some gaps in my Pointer Sisters collection (I wrote about them on my tumblr recently - scroll down about 12 posts to read it and see an awesome video!), plus scored records by The Jam, Queen Latifah, Dolly Parton, Bee Gees, Black Heart Procession, Al Green, Miriam Makeba, Laura Nyro… <3 Everyday Music
YouTube comments aren’t “just the Internet.” They’re not the product of a group of otherwise nice guys who suddenly become evil when they wear a veil of anonymity. YouTube comments are actually a nightmarish glimpse into the sexist attitudes that define the fabric of our own existence in the “real world,” a world that, like YouTube, is owned and dominated by men. The most terrifying gift that the Internet has given us is that it’s shown us how men honestly perceive the world: as a place where women exist exclusively for their sexual pleasure.
In the wake of VidCon, and as more and more women start speaking up about the harassment they face online, it’s time to start realizing that our narrative of progress is deeply flawed. Things aren’t getting better for women on the Internet; they’re deteriorating and ignoring the problem amounts to being complicit in it.
"For women on the Internet, it doesn’t get better" by Samantha Allen (via femfreq)
Another bit from the article: “Most worrying of all is the fact that many female content creators leave YouTube after their very first video because of the sorts of comments they receive. These women learn all too quickly that the price they have to pay to be a YouTube personality is a sense of security and emotional wellbeing.”
This cycle of harassment by men silencing women’s voices, resulting in less content created by women online, the place where anyone can create content (unlike the tv and film worlds, where of course we know women are extremely underrepresented), so that women see themselves less and are then less likely to want to create content in the first place, is REALLY fucking upsetting.
Recipe for guilt-free doughnuts.
“So they were childish and childlike. Forgive them. They wrote a dozen of the finest songs of the twentieth century. The Bee Gees were children of the world.”
Good article - click over to learn about them.
Leslie Knope Forever
I know that I’m not really a knitter, but one of my friends posted a BuzzFeed article called, “19 Impossibly Clever Knitting and Crochet Patterns.” Most of the stuff listed in the article were things that I had already seen or heard about, but number 9 caught my attention. It’s called “Game…
Oh how I need this!
And to think I’ve been missing out because I can’t don’t drink.
I am … intrigued.
COLOR CHANGE EVERY TIME SOMEONE SAYS TESSERACT!
Stitch change when the narrator on Ancient Aliens asks a question in a way that makes it sound like they’re stating a really stupid fact! Color Change for Ancient Astronaut Theorists!
(Gotta say, there is no way the Mood Scarf kit linked in that article would work for me. I’d need about four times as many colors and I’d need a LOT more of the yarn that represents “anxious”. And why isn’t there a color for “angry”? You’re allowed to feel angry. It’s a valid emotion.)
Your last sentence made me smile because on an given day in my two-year-old classroom you will here me tell a child, ” It’s ok to be angry, but we can’t hit/kick/bite. Why don’t you stomp your feet/clap your hand/cross your arms instead?”
I’m so glad this has gotten so many notes because I really want to see people start doing this!!! I want to throw a party and we all work on something different, with different variations, while watching the same movie or tv show! So someone is changing colors on a scarf while another person changes stitches on a hat, while another person adds some form of embellishment on their fingerless gloves. I want this very badly!!!
Ooh cool so many notes! This is my thing, you guys! From waaaay back years ago when I was a pretty newbie designer, it was my first ebook.
That last paragraph there, about wanting a Game Knitting party - I host a BIG one of those at Knit Fit! in Seattle every November, going on 3 years now this year. If you’re in the pacific northwest, you can come play with us! The last 2 years we’ve knit to Say Anything and Singles (Seattle classics), and it was suuuper fun!!
Game Knitting can be found here on my newer knitting website, but the older link given in the BuzzFeed list is still fine too; and then here on ravelry - there are so many great Game Knitting projects people have made over the years. It would be so awesome if the new attention from this article results in lots of new projects - I can’t wait to see them! Yay!
First 2 popsicles of the year made and eaten! First, gooseberries blended with (soy) vanilla ice cream and a bit of honey. Second, strawberry greek yogurt, vanilla ice cream, frozen strawberries, a bit of honey, and a splash of lime syrup. Yum!
another way to ruin a pop classic with teenage angst. Cyndi Lauper would be turning in her freshly dug grave
ah yEs, those angsty teenage years when overdramatic girls go through that oh-so-trivial phase of believing they deserve fundamental human rights a hah ha *wipes a stray tear of mirth*
Cyndi Laupers not even dead
Cyndi Lauper is a long-time activist for human rights and would most likely be holding the damn sign herself
"It is not a dirty word, "feminism." I just think that women belong in the human population with the same rights as everybody else. … The problem is, "A feminist looks like this, or is like that." We are taught not to like ourselves as women, we are taught what we’re supposed to look like, what our measurements are supposed to be. I never hear what measurements men are supposed to be. Just women.”
- Cyndi Lauper
"Teenage angst" hahahahahahahahaha. Cyndi Lauper rocks.
Me: *knitting happily away at a shawl*
Pattern: When you have reached the appropriate length, pick up 201 stitches along the cast-on edge.
Me: I came out tonight to have a good time and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now.
(…but seriously though… along the cast-on edge? Isn’t that what provisional cast-ons are for? I don’t approve of this design style. Says the designer who does all she can to avoid ever having to pick up stitches ever.)
This is really the main thing you need to know about a house before you buy.
(Forgive me a moment of former-lawyer nerdity - there is in fact a famous NY court case, Stambovsky v. Ackley, in which the plaintiff bought a house and only later found out it was supposedly haunted. He then sued the former owner, wanting to undo the sale. You’d think the former owner could just go, “pffft, no, there’s no such things as ghosts,” right? But no! They’d previously given newspaper interviews saying they believed in the ghost, which meant they were estopped from denying the ghost now, which meant — the judges declared, settling in for a long deliberation — the house was haunted as a matter of law. They let the plaintiff out of the sale. This is all 100% true.)
I’ve reblogged this picture before but not with the story of the legally-haunted house attached to it…
first of all can we deal with the greatest sentence ever written by any judge since the beginning of time:
"as a matter of law, the house is haunted"
and that is not even touching the puns
"no divination is required to conclude that it is defendant’s promotional efforts…which fostered the home’s reputation"
"plaintiff hasn’t a ghost of a chance"
"i am moved by the spirit of equity"
"applying caveat emptor to a contract involving a house…conjures up visions"
"lest the subject of the transaction come back to haunt him and his client"
"the notion…is a hobgoblin which should be exorcised from the body of legal precedent and laid quietly to rest"
and then this motherfucker quotes hamlet
"pity me not but lend thy serious hearing to what i shall unfold (william shakespeare, hamlet, act i, scene v [ghost])"
"a very practical problem arises with respect to the discovery of a paranormal phenomenon: ‘who you gonna call?’"
god bless that judge
"As a matter of law, the house is haunted": one of the great sentences in American jurisprudence.