sorry i’ve been a bit slow on updating but i’m in the midst of a trip back to the states and researching my dissertation on knitting, activism and community. if you have anything that you think might help my research, i’d be greatly appreciative to know about it!

i’ve been spending the past few days in the house that i grew up in. going through old boxes of books, clothes and well, junk, that i’ve been separating into ‘keep’ and ‘charity’ piles. they’ve completely taken over my childhood room. memories of eighth grade crushes and my first forays into activism stashed in with photographs of bad hair mistakes and people whose name is on the tip of my tongue lost in memory.

going through all of these things, it becomes apparent that although we change over time, it’s always the result of myriad tiny choices and thought processes and never truly overnight. there’s always a clear trail that we left in our wake that elucidates every step.

while it’s been fun going down memory lane, it was time to get rid of some of the things i haven’t used in, oh, a decade and a half. so i filled a somewhat large box of stuff for an orphanage that my cousin is working with africa. and i dare say, it was one the most fun things i did all vacation.

packing old toys and little things that used to occupy my time for tiny children oceans away. while i often donate things i’ve made to others as well as my time, i had forgotten that sometimes you have to delve into the past in order to help make the future a little bit brighter.

*i apologize for being so regrettably emo, and will resume with more ideas and sites to visit once i get a handle on the stack of sociology theory books. and for those who may be skeptical of its existence, i found pure proof in the non-dairy pudding that emo has been around for decades, i know, i have the hand-written notes passed to me in bio class in 1987 to prove it.*