Kalimac Crafts (and assorted other bits and bobs)

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Thoughts

+I'm going to try to keep filling up the etsy store, even though sales are slow right now. If the holidays don't pick it up, I'll look for meatspace craft shows. If I'm very lucky, Chestnut Hill will have something affordable and I can mark everything up 300%.

+Going back to temping. Refuse to do AA stuff again, unless it's guarenteed easy. I only want short-term, temp stuff anyway, in hopes that a real job will pan out.

+Grad school apps are partially drafted. Surprisingly relaxed and unterrified - guess this means this is the right time.

+Just 4 1/2 episodes to go, and I'm all caught up to Lost! Yay! Have been knitting like a madwoman too. Got about a sleeve and a half plus the yoke to go on Hourglass, and making headway with Clapotis. More or less.

+starting to spin truly good yarn. awwyeah.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Etsy update

Biggish update to my Etsy store - two skeins of yarn, a chainmaile square and stitch markers. Shipping is still completely free!

kalimac.etsy.com

Friday, October 14, 2005

Wisdom of the night

With a hamster, you're never drinking alone.

(I do however jump around to the Ramones alone)

just a quick rss test luvvies....

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Diane Arbus

I've become semi-, gloriously obsessed with the following photo:

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A young man with curlers at home on West 20th Street, N.Y.C.
1966


I'm drawn in by all of Arbus' photos, and the controversy around them - how she was impersonal, uncaring, rather unethical. How she didn't show humanity, and posed her subjects to look as ugly as possible.

And yet I can't stop staring at this picture. I can't find anything about the young man in it- not unusual, as Arbus never recorded her subjects' names, or seemed to care. But the look in his eyes is fascinating. He looks run-down; the drag queen before her show, tweaked and exhausted at the same time. Stories begin to come to me - he spent his summers on Fire Island, when it was a land of myth. He is probably dead now, gone in the early waves of the AIDS epidemic. It is entirely possible, of course, he's got a house in the Hamptons with his partner, but....he looks so run-down, so decrepit and sad. He is the one to live fast and die young. I feel like, if I just reached a little further, I could touch the dark, dingy apartment on West 20th St in sixties New York, and everything would come clear. He's a mix of a world that no long exists but in Dancer From The Dance (which I must reread soon...) and Young Man From the Provinces (do I still own that?) and memory and....I can't help but feel it's just at my fingertips.

(If anyone does have any information on who the model was and what happened to him, I would love to know - thank you!)

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Is that a gray hair?

Went to the post office today. Yes, my life is so boring that is worth blogging. Although no one actually cursed any of the postal workers out while I was there (a first!), I did visibly age while in line. I swear time moves differently....

At least everyone was prepared to age visibly. Particularly when someone brought in their little Scottie, and he or she ran around to say hello to everyone and was just so cute and thank god forty seconds of distraction!

But I have a new powercord for my Dell, so I can clean it up and have a nice backup laptop, as well as a windows machine for when I need it. Hurrah, hurrah. It should run reasonably well once I get all the music off of it - I'm hoping to teach myself Linux as well, using it as an experimental machine.

Also on the good side - the PO is on a beautiful block. I shot a section of the funky, glorious mural right next to it...

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Monday, October 10, 2005

The Population Clock

Whole Generation Lost in Quake

At the Franklin Institute, there is a population counter. It looks like a big digital clock, with LCD numbers that are constantly changing, growing. It goes off of some rough average, over how many people are born in one hour, say, and how many die, with the difference recorded. I don't know if it's still there, but I remember it clearly, from a sleepover my Girl Scout troop did many years ago.

I wonder, do they specially change the numbers for this? Did someone adjust the programming, so that 900 or so extra people died after the official numbers were released for Katrina? Will they change it, so that an extra 20,000 will have died?

When I read such things, with such death that it cannot be understood by people, the population counter comes to mind. Red LCD lights, I can comprehend. A sudden dip in the number, I can comprehend. A tiny memorial, an acknowledgment - your death is something. Your death changed things even for us, thousands of miles away who will never know you. The population count at the end of the hour, the end of the day, will be less than it could have been, and it is writ in the carved stone of the new millennium. Red LCD lights flickering in a dark room.

October, the trees are stripped bare, of all they wear...

That song always makes me think of a certain ex-boyfriend, and Halloween, and Ray Bradbury stories, especially The Halloween Tree.

The season's really beginning to turn; there's a cool bite to the air, and even in South Philly I swear everything smells different. It's awfully nice to be able to keep the a/c off, and even close windows now and again - I'm hoping that being on the third floor will keep me from having to turn the heat on until as late as possible.

Having rather outgrown the heat of summer....this is my favorite time of the year. Cozy, a relief after the gross humidity of Philadelphia summers, and with a long, dark winter ahead. It's the last shout of summer, before winter comes in.

No news about jobs; I sent off three letters this morning and hope to write at least one more later today. Still trying to get up earlier; it takes a good hour for me to fully wake up, and I dislike being still muzzy at 11 am. Should send off e-mails to profs this week as well, since the semester, both in Britain and at home is now well under way.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

I need a routine...

...and being unemployed isn't working :) Inspired by Stitchy McYarnpants, I'm going to try to post something every day. If I don't have anything to say - well, we'll all live. But I keep finding my thoughts spilling out, and I'm shite at keeping a paper diary.

I'm doing this here as a kind of clean slate - LiveJournal was a part of a life that's radically changed, and I simply don't feel like going back there. I'd rather have the psychological clean slate here, even if the same people still show up. (Not impossible, and they're all welcome, of course.)

I also simply like the publishing software and interface here better!

Let's see....

Foofy knitting stuff today:

I'm slowly cataloguing all my yarn with the Database program in AppleWorks. Oh. My. God. Aside from the buttload of yarn I have and didn't realize, Database is approximate sixty billion times easier to deal with than Access. LOVE!

I'm impressed with how much yarn I really have - more than I realized, especially of the handspun stuff. Very happy about that.

The Hourglass Sweater is coming along beautifully - I'm almost done with the lower body. I can't say I understand a single direction beyond that, or how and when to block it (In pieces on the needle? After it's done?), but at least it's comign along quickly. I think the yarn (KnitPicks' Andean Silk) will be a lot softer after it's washed and blocked.

Not really working on anything else. Some spinning, some crocheted beaded bracelets. College and jobs have been really eating my time - which I'm happy about. I'm getting stuff done!

Good for now. More tomorrow.