Posts by hamblog
fa fa and the soca
In my 20s, I worked in a popular retail shop in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco. It was a very groovy, World-Beat-y kind of place, and very of the time (late 80s, early 90s). East African music pumped through the speakers as we tried to keep out the local shoplifters and scam artists, gossiped…
Read Moremaster makers, the quilt edition
Steely Wonky Log Cabin Quilt by craftster member jacquieg I’ve been collecting these links for a couple years. It is so fantastic to see so many modern/interesting/downright edgy quilts. I’ve been waiting for you guys. Jay McCarroll on Quilting TV [direct link] A Quilt made out of ski bibs! From Prints Charming White Deer Quilt…
Read Moreall four of them
[mostly] Wordless Weekend while I’m in San Francisco, hopefully having fried chicken for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. These are all four of my grandparents. My dad’s parents on the left (my paternal grandma was 100% Danish!) and my mom’s parents on the right. My heart breaks and soars at the same time, looking at…
Read Morebig pete
[mostly] Wordless Weekend while I’m in San Francisco, hopefully having fried chicken for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. That’s my brother Peter and me! He’s 12 years old there. I could just melt, looking at this cuteness. I have a habit of getting huggy with tall men because Petey was the only family member that…
Read Moreone to four
Dad, Becky, Mom in Lexington, MA What are your earliest memories? My sister Annie can remember being a baby, being held by mom as they visited my dad in the hospital. I can do no such thing. My earliest memories, Lexington, MA Age 2: Crying after climbing up on a shelving unit that collapsed upon…
Read Moretales from the bay
This cat is one of two cats who stared at me in threatening and malevolent ways throughout my recent weekend in San Francisco over Columbus Day weekend. I am not fluent in Cat, but the glares, the avoidance of my petting hands, and the hissing (from the big Siamese with no tail) were loud and…
Read Morewaiting part three
Written in an airport in 2009. Part one here. Part two here. I tune into the fact that there has been a flute playing in the terminal the whole time I’ve been sitting here. The acoustics are horrendous and the player is noodling about, only playing bits and pieces of songs. Now that I hear…
Read Morewaiting part two
Written in an airport in 2009. Part one here. Immersed in my thoughts, I attempt a sip of my still-scorching coffee. I look through the waiting area’s window out on the tarmac in time to see a young, semi-Goth girl strolling towards the terminal. She’s wearing a big shirt, leggings, and black pointy canvas sneakers…
Read Morewaiting part one
Written in an airport in 2009. Sitting in the terminal, way too early. Feeling cheap and annoyed at LAX for charging eight bucks for internet access. I refuse, even though: why not? I’m going to be majorly in the hole financially, taking this time off with no pay. What’s another eight freaking dollars? I have…
Read Moreje ne trouve pas
Objects for which I am searching that I cannot find and that is starting to make me mad: the perfect gum in the proper packaging; ass-flattering workout pants; a charging station that can accommodate camera battery chargers; a decent Chinese restaurant in my area; a black cardigan; Objects that have been mercifully recently taken off…
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