these days of leiderhosen

I went round and round on a topic last Saturday with someone: sexual preferences: sources, outcomes, society. Tiresomely 'round and 'round the assumption mulberry bush. Then there was a general discussion of prey . Why are the abused mostly women and children? Because, on the whole, they are smaller and thought to be easier to intimidate. Ask any woman. Ask anyone who has been a child what intimidation is. Why bother feigning shock? The whole discussion is bothering me enough to keep me up for a couple of nights. The spinning is going well, for the most part. I've been working on a couple "Orphan" skeins using bits and pieces from dyers (most pieces only a couple grams in some wild colorways) and then Navajo plying them all together. It's quite the experiment. In the end the studio will be less cluttered, I will have more bobbins/less wool and the cat will have to find another soft place to sleep. At the moment the most recent prepared wool is a mystery: it...

The Brilliant WNYC Radio Lab this week presents: Earworms (and their Cure) Listeners called in and sang their most heavily rotated earworms into the RadioLab message One gentleman sang Journey's Street Life perfectly on key and without music (which the host overlaid this post-production behind it. Very impressive.

Still sleepy with a funny taste in my mouth I need a haircut. Need a martini. McCain is just fucking frightening me. The brother Monkeyboy might have ripe apricots for me over the weekend. The self described Arab Democrat hippie homo yarn smuggler goes to TNNA where there was lots of yarn and the cream of the fiberistas crop. Security Heavies threatens any photo opportunities so he cartoons the entire episode . God, I love adore Franklin.

I may not be able to sleep, but at least I get a great deal done. Clean floors are the best. There is the wackiest bird tweetdilding in the oak tree outside. It sounds like: "wooaaooOOO -cooDle -c OO dle". And how can you not like an animal like that? The housebound predator is investigating and she seems certain that if I'd just take out the window screen, all would be golden. Jessica Darling is out of town this week, doing grandma duty in Oklahoma. When she gets back, we are going experiment with Clothide's recipe for Nutella ice cream . I was lucky enough to meet with my favorite dealer The Lovely and Illustrious Pigeonroof (otherwise known as Krista) for coffee yesterday in Temescal. We are both terribly shy, but she let me ask all kinds of stupid fawning questions. Krista was nice enough to hand off a huge bag of roving that I blew my little monetary UC award on. The colors are so beautiful no less than three people stopped me on the way home to ask what i...

I can't sleep.

Special Olympics in Berkeley today and my mum is coaching. I am heading over there to give her a hand shortly and to cheer my favorite peoples. This is our second Berkeley Games without Heather. Last year, two weeks after her death, we showed up to coach at the UC Stadium to find our entire team wearing tee shirts with her photo on it. As if we had not wept enough. I have committed the tiny fiscal bonus from two weeks ago: the Illustrious PigeonRoof is setting me up with a special order of roving. I am such a junkie, but she is meeting me for a beer and we make the transaction in person. How will I recognize her? She'll be the lovely broad with the ginormous box the size of Nebraska. (That actually sounded a bit dirty; I was already feeling a little aroused by the thought of roving.) Speaking of fiber/knitting/addiction: watch this video for Steriogram's Walkie Talky Man . Awesome!

On the Google feed: The Daily Puppy . Amused/tempted by: ThinkGeeks Kitchen Gadgets . Anything but the R2D2 peppergrinder. Musing on a poem from this week on the Writer's Almanac: A Quiet Life . An ode to the perfect egg, I love this line: "And salt-a miracle of the first order, the ace in any argument for God. Only God could have imagined from nothingness the pang of salt." Particularly annoyed by: Asshat extraordinare Scott McClellan , who is on everyone's talk show this week. This stupid fucker, when confronted on his own guilt by association and lack of action, hems and haws and giggles uncomfortably. Did he expect some other response? To Do List: get the bike fixed, check on the library book fine accrued. Berkeley Eccentric Du Jour : Homeless black dude across the street from Starbucks, disrobing slowly a verbally advertising his "services". Last purchase : a double latte, two raw sugars. Latest Annoyance : ongoing inability to access my...