Neil Gaiman on Hanukkah and Christmas
Thanks to Laura Gayle for the link!
Neil Gaiman writes about his family's Hanukkah/Christmas struggle and the kids' ultimate triumph.
At our house, we never would even think of having a tree. But I was surrounded by non-Jewish friends, so I got my yearnings out of my system by decorating my German friend Monica's tree and spending xmas day with them. Their traditions included drinking Henkel Trocken punch [the addition of frozen strawberries made it punch], listening to the ultimate irony -- Barbara Streisand singing xmas songs -- and general post-holiday sloth. Oh, and Monica's brother's rum balls...Martin could make a mean rum ball!
In my later high school years, I subbed in for a christian friend at her job, one day a year -- xmas, of course. It was at the nicest nursing home in London, Ontario, and all I had to do as receptionist was answer phones and deliver Poinsettia plants to the residents as they trickled in all day. So strange to have the non-residents say, "bless you for giving up your xmas!" to me, over and over, year after year. Everyone said that.
I spent the day doing the job, calling Monica's family to celebrate long-distance, and working my way through the previous year's worth of New Yorker Magazine cartoons, issue by issue. [Heaven.] At the end of my shift, I opened the special desk drawer, removed my pay envelope and went home to my tinsel-free family.I never wanted not to be Jewish. Like Neil, I just wanted the bling in my house, too.
--> Bling achieved.
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Meanwhile, in Knitty parts [why does that sound dirty?], I'm wondering why I am hearing zero Devo web buzz after the surprise came out. Dudes. I know Nicky named her scarf
Okay, I didn't realize. The non-wool yarn that Beth at Lorna's Laces is using for my colorway? She's been calling it "Amy Friendly Yarn" in messages to me.
But here are the after pictures. The pink is something I had done ages ago and there's still enough left to see it. [I do love it.]
This is driving me crazy.

Speaking of all things Blue Moon, have you heard about
So you saw I got to spend a little time with Franklin. Then I read his blog and found the image at left...which was part of the best post on TNNA I've ever read. You must read it. It's
Beth, who owns and operates the delightful
And then there's
Laceweight singles so delicious you could eat them with a tiny laceweight-enabled spoon. Public additional thanks [beyond my hugging and stuff] to Abby for this beauteous eye candy.
dateline: venice, FL
way back when my gall bladder and i broke up, the Purlescence girls 










it must be one of the signs of the apocalypse: i baked muffins.
what kind of deranged mind comes up with sweater construction like this? why,
the duvets arrived earlier this week, so i finished all the rotary cutting of the strips and sat at the bernina for the first time in years. it still purrs like keety.














































Because we drove [we usually fly because you just can't count on December weather to behave], we were also able to stay an extra day and avoid the ice storms threatening our travel route home. And hang with the fam and sample my sister's delicious cooking -- a mexican feast this time.

Item 3: QUESTION: has anyone taken an Ashford Joy wheel [in the soft case] onto an airplane? Does it fit in the allowed spaces? Please dish. I need to know what to do! I'm damned well not shipping it as luggage and I am sure I read somewhere that it's carry-on sized. ANSWER: Shannon Okey, world-traveller and spinner, assures me that it fits, and if not, flight attendants will treat it like a delicate instrument. :-) It also measures JUST 45" [all dimensions totalled], so that means it's legal.
this means i had to learn how to drive a manual transmission bike. no one offers this course on scooters. you have to ride a real motorcycle. instead of two happy handgrips, one being the throttle [on my vespa], with a brake lever in front of each, i had to deal with my left lever being my clutch, the right lever being my front brake, the left handgrip with no function whatsoever, except to rest your hand on and the right handgrip as the throttle. but i'm not done. the back brake? it's in front of your right footpeg. and where's the shifter? in front of your left footpeg. and besides that, they're ugly. i drove a 125cc yamaha dirt bike. [seriously. that was the one i could control the best.]
Oh my. I ordered a seat cover for the Vespa at the end of my west-coast trip. I was giddy on Sunnyvale friends and bubble tea and I ordered this crazy pink snow leopard [i don't even have to say faux fur, do i?] custom seat cover from
But you wanna see what I did on Saturday? My scooter club scheduled a ride to the Burlington Rib Fest. It was a much, MUCH longer ride than I've ever gone on before, but there were lots of other noobs going along too, plus they broke up the route into smaller chunks. Thanks to Dennis who took this pic and has no idea I've scoffed it for the blog.


People, it's happened. The coolest asian supermarket has opened a shop in the downtown area. 
i have found SUPER CHEAP dr martens 8-hole boots in pure white for so cheap, it's almost offensive, and would take permanent markers to them and make them insanely fun. does anyone know if these would do? are they good at the non-slippy thing [because good traction underfoot is essential for me]. has anyone tried to fit orthotics into a pair of these? [i use the standard Birkenstock footbed as my orthotic.] advice welcome.





And now it's mine.















Anyone still watching Nip/Tuck [it's been hard to stick with it, but I am SO fond of Julian McMahon, I force myself.]. 









