Archive for 2008

Breakfast at 35

Thursday, April 10th, 2008

It’s today… I mulled on what to write today, but I didn’t have anything prepared.

In the vein of useless New Year’s resolutions, my mind raced with things I’d do this year to make it the best yet. I’ll workout or knit or write or meditate or run or draw or blog everyday… but I don’t want to be disappointed.

I had toyed with doing The Compact as an extension of my non-yarn buying since August (which was violated for a hank of laceweight at Stitches). But I’m not sure I really want to set up that expectation for myself either.

It doesn’t really matter in the long run, does it? 35 feels no different than 25. Inside, I’m the same 16 year-old who was excited at seeing The Cure and worked at Dunkin Donuts. Only my paycheck is bigger, I have deeper friendships and I don’t worry about what I wear to school everyday. Oh, I have a man I love in a City I love, and a little black dog, too.

I guess I missed the maturity class that was supposed to kick in sometime in the past 5 years, ’cause I still don’t feel like a “grown” adult. And, that’s OK, too.

I’m happy. Really, really happy. And I hope you all have a happy my birthday, too.

All year long.

Fridget Y KNIT

Wednesday, April 9th, 2008

homemade with the freshest ingredients!

Thanks, Flickr video!

Video on Flickr?

Tuesday, April 8th, 2008

ummm, hello?

Weekend update

Monday, April 7th, 2008

Sitting here at 8am, before showering for work, I’m already missing the weekend. How can I cram more fun into 2 days than I do all week? If only they all could be this much fun!

Since I have to run and get ready, I’ll try to make this brief:

The only thing to look forward to this week at work is its brevity. Only four days, if I take Friday off.

This time next week? I’ll be flying through the air to Seattle for BMFA sock knitting camp.

YKNIT 5: Lace in Your Face

Saturday, April 5th, 2008
Lew and Gene from Lacy Knitters Guild

Lace in Your Face, the 5th episode of Y KNIT just went up yesterday. We barely scrape the surface of the holy, hole-y world of lace knitting with guys from across the country (including Monday’s visitor Mel).


Lacy Knitters Guild members Gene and Lew share their thoughts from over 150 years of knitting experience (combined).

The ImagiKnit blog has a photo of our two other podcast guests, Doug and Troy, and store owner Allison, from their visit to San Francisco.

Photo of me by my lovely co-hostess with the most-est, WonderMike. It’s gang violence against my first lace project, the beautiful of Hanami stole.

Be sure to listen to the very end, for something even more embarrassing than this photo!

Knitting as marketing

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

My boss passed on this case study to us today about a soup company in England, named Nusa Kitchen.

Check out their brilliant design solution that pumped up the brand equity, offered a visual and emotional connection to the product and uses knitting as a means to an end.

Although it’s missing the tactile elements of Innocent Drink’s The Big Knit, it’s proof that some old-fashioned wool can go a long way to make our modern world a little better, or warmer (intellectually, at least).

Perhaps it’s just a sign that I need to stop reading about UK food companies… Anyone seen either of these knitting marketing tactics?


Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
Proof of his initials

Today is Mel’s birthday.

And last Saturday was Scout’s.

Happy birthday and belated birthday to you both!

Please assault their blogs with comments of love.

I’m terrible with birthdays, so please forgive me if I’ve missed yours.

(Photo of WonderMike enjoying a full-size cupcake.)

All the way from Maine

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

Imagine my surprise yesterday, when I was wandering by the lobby between meetings at work and I saw this handsome fellow!

“I’m actually here to see him,” he told the receptionist, pointing at me.

My brain clicked and whirred for a moment, lagging as my body reached out to hug him. Up until this point Mel was just picture on the web, some kind words in a comment, on the other end of an email and an enjoyable read.

I knew he was coming to the Bay Area, but was away from my desk when he called to say he was on his way down from Davis. After a quick tour of the office and a very friendly meet-and-greet with Janie Sparkles (he’s a father to the adorable Tuck), I sent him off to an even more delicious destination (in Berkeley, but I’ll let him describe) and did the bare minimum rearranged my schedule to play hooky take the afternoon off.

Ladies and gentlemen, he’s even more charming in person, knows his textiles (we visited Lacis), and knits some darn impressive colorwork! I’m looking forward to spending more time with him in May.

My “Jay-est” look

Friday, March 28th, 2008

Jay Leno… I’m all for gay jokes, but your homophobia isn’t funny.

Here’s a present for you.


Thank you, Jeff*, Melissa and Ryan.

*and thanks, Jeff, for Avenue Q!

via Psychobunny

Easter morning, San Francisco

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

So, it’s Easter, a holiday that was very busy, growing up as a son of a minister. It’s one of two “amateur” Christian holidays, that brings out twice-a-year church go’ers. We never did much around chocolate and baskets, focusing more on the resurrection part.

side note:Does that make Jesus a zombie?

Sorry, no bonnet. I don’t do much for church-based holidays nowadays. Mr. Man went out photography-ing and I sat at home zero-ing out my Bloglines. But, former roomie Seanie called to grab breakfast. The top photo is by him after breakfastat Pork Store Cafe on 16th. (I had the mint jack omelet, he, the tofu scramble with fake sausage.)

What I love about this is how painfully “Mission hipster” it is. It’s all a lie. That’s his Chrome backpack. My life is more like this.

In reality, I’m sprinting towards my later 30s (if 35 is the turning point), I rarely ride around town, I spend more time working my marketing day job than keeping up with the latest band/jeans/retro fashion/tattoo, I own a yuppie puppy (albeit a rescue) and I sit on my butt every now and then knitting a round of a sock. I’m not running off this afternoon to the Hunky Jesus contest in Dolores Park. (But I think that’s an old friend Timmy/Sister Lolita Me Into Temptation on the invite.)

It kind of makes you think about the back story to all the other “cool” kids you see on the street, eh?