Archive for the ‘misc.’ Category
Until I get around to corral my myriad thoughts on the recent magical trip to Iceland, enjoy this Sigur Ros video. Rod and Gummi took us to the cliff where the final scene was shot. No, I did not buy a fox cape/hat combo.
(I recommend watching it full-screen. The landscape is really this achingly beautiful.)
My friend Michael Cobra directed a little video for a little band here in San Francisco. I was lucky enough to been able to help out. I blew the band. With a fan. That’s why the balloons are flying around.
Mike is one of the most creative guys I know. I respect him as an artist, graphic designer, musician, a business man, and a father. He is good people.
Oh, he’s crafty too. Speaking of fatherhood, here’s a video of him making his son’s Halloween costume last year:
Wouldja look at that? A little quiet stint. It’s interesting to me how my writing ebbs and flows with my mood. Or is it the other way around? This week did not see the same success I’ve had previously this year doing 30 Days of Lists, 750 Words and Health Month. My gut reaction is to quit and beat myself up for never seeing anything through and finishing (um, yeah, big overstatement, and I have the race medals to prove it). So here I am, early Saturday morning, sitting down to jot out the past five lists and catch up on today.
3.7 – blog goals
- just to write regularly – I’ve been doing this on and off since 2000 (where my Diaryland peeps?), and it has never been with a goal other than personal gratification and smidgen of sanity.
- document snippets of my life – I’m not a collector of photographs, ticket stubs or dried flowers, nor am I a paper journal fanatic (although I LURVE paper journals), so typing out a few words to remember what happened and/or how I felt.
- entertain my mom – Every now and then I get goaded to “update my website” because she’s my most loyal reader, and that Twitter sidebar just isn’t enough for her.
- future goals: post my designs, play more with video, maybe give back with a little tutorial action (since this is allegedly a knitblog).
3.8 – what’s inside my bag
This is going to be a really short one… I don’t have any baggage. Or I don’t tote one around with me, since I work from home and have not successfully managed to go work at a coffee shop. My “bag” consists of my kitchen table.
That said, I do travel up to Portland every 4-6 weeks so my florescent pink Timbuk2 messenger bag with computer sleeve carries everything, including: my liquid toiletries, work computer, work notebook/cahier, iPad, power cords, headphones, iPod with a beloved TinyMeat sleeve, housekeys, Clipper BART card, and a smaller musette (made from old Clif Bar banners) with my current travel knitting (often a sock, imagine that!), some pens, a tiny reporter’s Moleskine that holds ideas for designs, wallet, phone, and perhaps a tube of something for my lips.
3.9 – favorite websites (all are “.com” unless otherwise noted)
- connection: gmail (and a handful of other google bits), twitter, flickr, ravelry
- work: bluemoonfiberarts, sockclub.bluemoonfiberarts, socksummit and various iterations of Zen Cart, InboxHQ, Expression Engine, Drupal, BaseCamp, Constant Contact
- friends (who happen to knit): Sean, Tammy, Mel, Rachael, Stephanie, Clara, Franklin, Joe
3.10 – wish list
- more time
- more naps (Janie Sparkles and C optional, but preferred)
- more cooking
- more writing
- more designing
- more reading
- more running/yoga/moving
- more letter writing
- more friend dates
- more frequent visits with familiy
- more travel (Iceland, Japan top the list, and the good ol’ New York, Paris + Berlin)
- less stuff
- less mortgage
- less wanting
- more action
3.11 – date night ideas
- coffee, dog park with Janie, cooking together, dvd
- museum, cocktail, new or favorite restaurant, walk home
- movie theater and popcorn, beer or nightcap out after
- drive out of town, remote sunset (ocean or body of water optional), quiet night reading side-by-side by the fire
- something new, something quiet, something moving, something memorable
3.12 – weekly rituals
- daily chemex coffee and a soft-boiled egg in an eggcup waiting for me at the breakfast table
- monday or wednesday night burrito takeout from Papalote after C’s swim practice
- “the sauce” on pasta or ravioli
- afternoon coffee at sightglass (typically on weekends at 4 and random thursday or friday after work) with Janie Sparkles
- saturday or sunday trips rainbow grocery, trader joe’s, safeway
- sitting knitting while C is out on an early morning photo excursion
- not weekly, but regularly enough: bread baking and caramel making
I tend not to be word-reactive. It’s always struck me as odd when friends have problems with words like “moist” or “panties.” Ideas or concepts have more impact on me, but in keeping with the letter of the list, here goes:
- robust (often paired with dialogue)
That’s all I got.
ETA: squee, woot, OMG, WTF, and most LOLspeak. However, I find “o hai!” endearing.
This one is going to be a tough one. Not because I haven’t any goals, but because I tend to have too many. In my mind, time is plastic and expands to fit whatever task I set out to do. Should I try to be realistic?
Writing down “goals” causes me to pause. What’s the difference between goals and plans? Is one a sure bet? Is the other necessarily aspirational? Do they have different levels of grandiosity?
Here goes (with a mix of both):
- bake bread. I prepped the leavening past night and will have two Tartine Breas loaves by the days end.
- enjoy a social Saturday night out. This is another rarity for homobody me. Wendy, who replaced me at Clif Bar, is having her non-bachelorette party tonight. This means trying a new restaurant for drinks (Bar Agricole), seeing lots of former coworkers and neglected friends, and hopefully not hurting on Sunday morning (because there’s no way I can keep up with this hard-drinking posse, including s former Cal Rugby player.)
- make truffles. Not really anything of my doing, I was simply invites to join Felice and Suzanne for a chocolate extravaganza and lunch on Sunday. Hence, the bread-baking.
- swatching for an impulsive EZ KAL with Sean. A prime example of unrealistic expectation of my free time to knot for personal pleasure and not professional gain.
- and last, but not least, sweat. Fine, I’ll ‘fess up to trying to be a smidge more active. No circus freak or marathon dreams. Just a couple sweating occasions. Run, yoga, DVD, something. Really hoping to hop back on the fitness train, not for size reduction as much as the feeling of being more alive in my body and that delicious whispering ache of muscles well used.
(written as part of 30 Days of Lists)
It’s oddly fitting that this is the topic for today’s 30 Days of Lists. You see, I’m not typically a playlist guy.
Call me old-fashioned, but I listen to albums in their entirety. And when I think of albums, I mean cassette tapes. That’s what I was raised on. I’m not going to pretend that I’m a vinyl snob, but, golly, I loved my tapes. I held out on CDs until the early 90s, fearing it was just a marketing ploy for me to pay upwards of $15 for music. I no longer have a tape player (though my double-decker was very useful when I used to teach spinningthe kind for which you need padded spandex shorts and a water bottle), and I barely tangle with CDs, except to rip them to my computer.
I had lunch today with a former suitor (“ex-” sounds so harsh). He has one of the largest vinyl collections I’ve ever known. He’s a living encyclopedia of British and US music from the past twenty, nay, thirty years. He would put High Fidelity‘s protagonist to shame. Side note: he also happens to be a Brit. Another side note: he’s also how I met WonderMike in 1998, before we were knitters. Roy lives for music and I know he’ll know who’s about to break and what’s next, long before we read about it or hear something on the radio. (Do people still listen to those things, besides NPR?)
But before lunch, and before I saw today’s list, I just happened to ask my computer to make a new genius playlist this morning so I could have some mellow music as I worked. I’m lazy that way. I don’t curate my own music into playlists or mixes. I’d rather listen to something than think about what I’m about to listen to. If I am not going to listen to something as a whole, I’ll do it randomly or ask another entity to compose a collection for me.
It’s too much to type it in, but if you can’t see the picture, it’s a lot of Sigur RÃ²s, Thom Yorke, Radiohead, Sufjan Stevens, Iron & Wine, with some Bloc Party and BjÃ¶rk for good measure.
Have a musical weekend.
- …going to Rachael‘s book launch tonight. She was a blog-spiration of mine from 2004 and the teacher of my first-ever knitting class (that I didn’t need to take, but did, because I wanted to meet her in person and not just be interweb friends). Now she’s a two-time published author, with book three on the way. I’m moved and inspired by people who make their passions into reality.
- …Camp Jabberwonky sock knitting camp at the end of the month. It’s become an annual tradition for me and my mother. Sadly, I’m no longer just a student. (Sad because I’ve never taken a class with Anne Hanson, but learned her mom’s special cast-on from her, and I enjoy learning from the gigantic and technical brains of JC Briar. Of course, I enjoy taking from Stephanie and Tina, too, but I talk to them almost every day.) I’m thrilled that we have a special guest this year, Anna Zilboorg! My first knitting book was the hardcover version of her Knitting for Anarchists
- …finishing the many projects on my needles. There’s a cardigan that just needs a button band and sleeves attached, there are at least three active pairs of socks (one may be a gift), and two wraps (one for me, one my first lace project to go to Suzanne). As much as I am a process knitter and enjoy the action of one or one hundred stitches, I do all that work to get to an end product.
- …Sock Summit 2011, again, it’s not just because it’s my job. I love teaching. I love meeting, laughing and learning from the students and other teachers. I love seeing a project be realized. And, it’s no understatement to say that the first one changed my life.
- …visiting Iceland one day. I’ve been slightly obsessed with Sigur RÃ²s’ Heima since I’ve seen it. I’ve considered attending my manpal Franklin’s Knitting Iceland trip in October (more so to hang with him and meet Ragga because I do not foresee many lace edgings in my knitting future). Here’s a peek at the concert documentary, that’s as much about the music as a love song to the landscape of Iceland:
I’m going to try to wake up this little bloggish space with a little listy-loo project, called 30 Days of Lists. Goodness knows, I’m a fan. Pinning ideas down to paper in an orderly fashion bring a greater sense of control and optimism to my life.
Also, low investment of effort, plus easy successes seems apropos right now. I’m no art journal-er, so don’t expect much more than ten or so items each day.
I know, I know there are other things to write about, knit, design, do, research, but I’ll keep those on a list too and maybe they will see the light of day soon.
3.1 – things about me
- didn’t start this on the 1st day
- a guy who lives in San Francisco
- gay married to a photographer
- in love with Janie Sparkles, the French Bulldog who owns me
- bread baker
- caramel maker
- sporadic runner, writer, artist, athlete
- former ballet dancer, ironman, ultramarthoner, aspiring circus freak
- son of a minister, eagle boy scout, ivy league graduate
3.2 – things I’m good at
A big thank you to Tammy for making me aware of #30lists.