Day 24: Today, I saw everything as a quilt, originally uploaded by hambox.
Got the quilting on the brain, I do I do“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo group
Month: August 2007
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Day 23: Today, I listened
Day 23: Today, I listened, originally uploaded by hambox.Podcasts are the thin film of delicious jelly that keeps the insanity away from the sanity during my shitty, shitty commute.
In no particular order, this is what gets me through a week.
Devoutly downloading:
- RadioLab (recently discovered; currently gorging myself on the free archives)
- The Best Show on WFMU
- This American Life (Ira Glass has a way of swallowing the end of his sentences that drivesmefuckingapeshit.)
- Nest of Vipers (look for the episodes featuring miss hambox on 9/1 and 9/15!)
- Downtown Soulville with Mr. Finewine (it’s an old soul 45 rekkid party!)
- Sunday Puzzle
- Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me (it’s starting to set my teeth on edge but I’m a habitful creature)
- And, of course, Tim Gunn’s Project Runway podcast. But, of course Project Runway is not on at the moment. Le sigh grand.
Occasional basis:
- Cherokee Voices Cherokee Sounds (there’s only so much of the Cherokee language I can learn in a lifetime)
- CraftyPod
- Craftsanity (I only just discovered, pawing around the blog archive, that the embroidery book that was mysteriously mailed to me, several months ago, was actually a random drawing prize from this podcast!)
- KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic
- Lessons of a Travelling Quilt Artist (yup)
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo group
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Day 22: Today, I grilled indoors
Day 22: Today, I grilled indoors, originally uploaded by hambox.
The Palms Restaurant, Carpinteria, California.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo group
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Day 21: Today, I worried but not enough to do anything about it
Day 21: Today, I worried but not enough to do anything about it, originally uploaded by hambox.
A hissing, freezing, leaking nitrogen tank. Troubling enough to pause, take a picture, then get the hell upstairs to my office.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo group
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Day 20: Today, I drank coffee
Day 20: Today, I drank coffee, originally uploaded by hambox.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo groupThis is my mug that I keep at work. Helloooo, eighties! I believe it’s what’s called, from the olden days, a “commuter mug”. It’s triangularly shaped, with a rubberized pad on the bottom, so that it [allegedy] can be set on a dashboard without spilling. Pre-cupholder days, awwww!
I like everything about this mug. It features the Bay Bridge, for crying out loud! What’s not to like!
I miss my Northland extraspecially today. A big hug and a kiss to any Bay Areans reading this.
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Day 19: Today, I organized
Day 19: Today, I organized, originally uploaded by hambox.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo groupI am grateful to my new favorite Org-Porn* blog, Unclutterer, for planting a seed that came to fruition today: it was a post about organizing one’s fabric stash that spurred me to actually organizing my own weird and voluminous pile. What sealed the deal and got me working was the fact that Violet bore witness to me rummaging around in my craft closet in a most random way on Saturday afternoon. She didn’t mind, of course, as she’s a lovely and polite human — plus, she got several choice fabric gems. But still. The time had come to face the textiles.
So here you have it: three bins of folded, ziploc-bagged, color-sorted goodness. You are welcome to come by and watch me rummage: you, too might walk away with a fine robot print, a yard of green burlap, or those placemats with the drawing of dancing knifes and forks.
*Org-Porn: Organizing Pornography. I coined this phrase after watching a Clean Sweep marathon — a show in which pack rats — with the help of a professional organizer, a battalion of designers and worker bees, and a perky host — have two scary rooms in their house decluttered, organized and redesigned. Can’t get enough of makeover shows, let alone one in which someone’s living space becomes clean, modern, spacious, anti-chaotic. Yum! Not long after the Clean Sweep orgy, my friend Toni gifted me with the services of a professional organizer, and let me tell you, it was as good as all the songs that are written about it. Excuse me, I need to go to my closet for a little bit.
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Day 18: Today, I was crafty
Day 18: Today, I was crafty, originally uploaded by hambox.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo groupUpdate: You can see more pictures of the quilties here
Finished two baby blankets today for a pair of impending twins. Glad I have my sewing machine out again! It was a drought of non-inspiration for a while there. I’m sorry to all the babies that got borned in ’06 and ’07 without a hambox quilt to welcome them. Ah well. You try quilting during the sucky year I had, you babies!
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Day 17: Today, I ate fast food
Day 17: Today, I ate fast food, originally uploaded by hambox.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo groupI cringe a little at the mundanity of my life when documenting it on a daily basis.
I do not like fast food, it does not like me. Dyfunctional relationship all around.
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Day 16: Today, I encountered a lucky sign … or an omen
Day 16: Today, I encountered a lucky sign … or an omen, originally uploaded by hambox.
“TODAY, I ___” project with Ã…sta. One picture a day for August, foto/photo groupMom, if you’re watching from heaven, please don’t notice the fact I’m doing 60 while using a camera.
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a little experiment
I have an email that is lurking in my inbox and just the sight of it there gives me mild agita. It’s not a horrible letter, nor earth-shattering news — just a little e-thorn in my i-side. A gnat-sized bête noire. A summer cold. A paper cut. You get the picture.
I have decided not to take any action on this email, the information it contains, or the sender. But I would like to dwell unhappily on its contents just a bit longer before releasing it, like a toxic butterfly, into the ashy air.
Since I’m a really good dweller, that is the easy part. The hard part is letting it go when I have probed and poked and prodded it enough.
Therefore, I am giving myself a time limit for thinking about this email. I will dwell for as long as it appears on the first page of my inbox in my webmail program. As soon as it disappears to page 2, it has disappeared from my life. Poof!
I only need to receive 13 emails (not including spam) before this happens. If you want to nudge this along, leave a comment — I get notifications via email! Or, if you would like me to continue to suffer, then, by all means, remain silent.
Update: Uh oh, thanks to your efforts (only 5 emails to go!), I’m needing to dwell on that email really fast…
Fucker. Why the fuck would someone write that? Asshole. What a stupid email.
UpdateII: Okey doke! It’s gone. Outta sight, outta mind. Thanks, everyone, for your most entertaining comments and email. You, my world is rocked by.
