In 1985, I got 3rd place in a school art contest with the theme “Safety.” It was a painting of a policeman stopping traffic, and to this day, I think it only won 3rd place because it marginally had something to do with safety and wasn’t off-topic. Last Sunday, twenty-four years later, I picked up [...]
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I have these lyrics on my desktop right now:
I can sense it
Something important
Is about to happen
It’s coming up.
It takes courage to enjoy it
The hardcore and the gentle
Big time sensuality.
We just met
And I know I’m a bit too intimate
But something huge is coming up
And we’re both included.
It takes courage to enjoy it
The hardcore and the gentle
Big [...]
I first started really thinking about knitting and its relation to community and theory when I was in graduate school at Goldsmiths College and therefore involved with the Centre for Community and Urban Research, headed by Michael Keith.
During that year I fell in love with ethnography and Walter Benjamin and felt literally as though my [...]
1. Weird things happen when you’re at your parents house for the holidays and you start looking through old drawers and closets.
2. After finding my old dollhouse, I decided that a tiny kitchen needed to be built. You can tell the actual size by looking at the edge of the alarm clock on the [...]
My words about craftivism were used in a definition of the term the other day for Planetgreen.com’s Green Glossary. Reading it has been making me think of the exact origins of the term when I started wondering about it.
After kind of guessing when I started talking about craftivism, I looked through some old [...]
