warning

This is a Public Service Announcement.

GLITTER IS CONTAGIOUS.

You have been warned.

This ends the Public Service Announcement.

Little kids love it. Adults can't stand it. What is the fascination with something so small and sparkly? I do not know. I do know that Glitter is highly contagious, and once someone has it, its very easy to catch it, and very hard to get rid of it. Maybe one day there will be an answer, but the future is vague.

and so it begins...

Two hours late, but I can't really complain about that. The weather was having a temper tantrum last night, so I expect that it's pretty gross out there. I'm just so glad I don't have to be out there in it. But, enough about the weather.

And so it begins, the final countdown, the march towards the light at the end of the tunnel, the beginning of the end. Am I really ready for this?

I mean, sure, I've been waiting for this for... well, forever. The Day I Graduate College. But then what? What am I going to do with myself? Go work at the family restaurant? Maybe do art on the side? I guess; it's a job, right?

Ugh, too much to worry about. Too much to think about. I think, for right now, I'm just going to crawl back into bed and enjoy the delay. Ah, warmth.

new year, new resolutions, same old...

Well, you know.

I move back to school in less than a week. I am not packed. I have huge plans this weekend. My old room-mate is coming up for the weekend. Oh well.

But I've been very busy so far this year. I already have a finished object, and I've reorganized my entire organization system. Or rather, created one. I'm also making (slow) headway on my thesis. I'm 5 inches shy of a completed square. But its progress none-the-less. And I'm going to try to remember to blog more often, to keep myself credible.

But for now, back to my knitting, which is fairly interesting. Pictures when I can find my camera cord. :\

cleaning up hiroshima

The grey haze of the rainy morning puts a gentle hush over the room. The morning after. Its strange and quiet this morning. Digging through the emotional rubble trying to understand what happened, again, I am overwhelmed. Overwhelmed, but not surprised. I hate to say it, but I told you so. I told you so, I told you so, I told you so, a hundred times over. But you were determined, and I... I was an innocent bystander. Unable to comprehend, and frozen with shock, I am debilitated. Lost. Confused. Still. Still digging through the rubble trying to find what's left of myself, I find the broken pieces of what once was. Arguments, fights, screaming, divorce. I've been here before. Digging still further I find more and more of these broken pieces. My hands are bleeding from their sharp edges. The pain still burns. I'm still digging. Why am I still digging? Why can't I find it? Find what? I don't know, but I'll know when I find it. I've been here before. I've been here before. It's still raining. It's always raining. But I have to keep looking. If I don't keep looking, I'll never find it. Find what? That thing. That thing that I lost the last time. When I was here before. I lost it then, and I still haven't found it. Did the rain wash it away? Rain can't wash away something like that. Of course it can, don't be silly. Then is it really gone? I don't know. I just don't know. Then I have to keep looking. Stop looking, you'll never find it. How do you know? Because we are the same, and I've lost it too. But... Come on, it's raining.

slimy squishy squirmy things

I didn't forget, I've just been a little overwhelmed.


Blue Octopi in a dark sea.

Squids trying to be a damask.

breathing room

No, I didn't explode. I thought I might for a while, but this proved itself to be a false alarm. There was a small nuclear melt down though. I think it's resolved now. I've gone from 14 ideas back to one. And its "IT". Its emotionally charged, somewhat challenging, and powerful. Hm. Sounds familiar.

I'm going to knit guns. And pull them apart. Record it, and play it on a blanket that hangs on the wall like a screen. Now, there's more to it than that, but all those little details will get worked out as we go. But that's the basic idea.

The Octopi Prints are in their first stages of being done. I'll show them to you when they're finished, but in the mean time, here's a little surprise for you.

brain explosion

Oh, hey Thursday. When did you get here? 14 ideas for thesis. What am I going to do? 14!!!! Not all of them are good; not all of them are crap. I guess I'll see what everyone else has to say. In the mean time, I'm just going to keep knitting.