episode 8: (just like) starting over

It’s a new year, and it is tempting at moments like these to announce a clean break with the past.  You know:  get a gym membership, quit smoking, knit from stash for a whole year – that sort of thing.  However, as The New York Times cautions today, New Year’s Resolutions are hard to keep.  Turns out we’re not very good at making changes.

Or, as I prefer to think about it, the new is never completely and utterly new, but always bears traces of the old.

So it should be unsurprising that my “new” project for the year – Nakniswemodo – looks so much like my “old” projects (VIB and ReVIB).  No, don’t worry, I won’t be knitting a million baby sweaters.  In fact, one of the few rules of Nakniswemodo (National Knit A Sweater a Month Dodecathon) is that the 12 sweaters you knit in 2009 have to be adult-sized.  Which is great, since I have been dying to make more sweaters for myself.

But it isn’t just the grandiose scale of Nakniswemodo that should seem familiar to readers of this blog.  It’s also a few of the projects.  I’m hoping to come back to a number of sweaters that have been enjoying extended time outs, and actually finish them off.  Top on my list are Poppy and Roam.  But I also want to restart Somewhat Cowl (which I had to completely frog after getting 75% done) and to go back to Norah Gaughan’s Cabled Coat.  If I can find the yarn, I’ll finish off Kelly Cardigan, too.

And then there are the glorious new projects.  I’m human, so of course instead of being virtuous and starting with one of the WIPs, I want to cast on for something new.  But what to cast on?  Kim Hargreaves’ Still, Tender, or Jasmine?  Iris Schreier’s Mesh Lace Cardigan?  Teva Durham’s Brilliant Retro?  Sarah Hatton’s Sorrel?  And already I’ve now listed eleven sweaters, all drool-worthy, all with yarn in the stash – again the new project is connected to the old stash.  So many sweaters, so little time!

I am not yet sure how I am going to make the decision, but rest assured that once this blogpost is in the ether, I am grabbing a pair of needles, and settling down to watch a few episodes of 30 Rock.  What better way to bring in the new year than with Tina Fey?

 

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Episode 8 is full of meditations on the relationship between the new and the old.  First, we’ll take a look back at 1980 with the song that gives today’s post its name – a fabulous kitschy and catchy song by John Lennon.  Then I’ll review what I’ve been knitting and spinning.  My FOs and WIPs are a mix of the old and the new – projects I finally have finished after months of avoidance, and projects I just had to cast on to keep myself from casting on a Nakniswemodo sweater before it was time.  Old techniques, and new techniques learned.

I’m insisting to myself that my movie review this week is going to be of something new.  I haven’t been getting out to the theaters to see anything lately, and I need to make that change.  Seattle is the movie-watching capital of the U.S. – more movies watched in theaters per capita than any other American city.  I’m simply not carrying my share of the weight – and that has to change.  If you’ve got a movie to recommend, or something you’d just like to see me review, leave it in the comments!

My essay this episode will reflect on the relationship between the old and the new in knitting.  Knitting, I think, is remarkable for how it highlights the juxtaposition between the two.  Then, I’ll review a new book from my knitting book collection.  And the kitties will wrap it all up with their last meow.

Phew!  There’s a lot of knitting and writing to get done to pull this all together.  I’m going to get on that right now.  But, before I go – a very Happy New Year to you and to yours from all of us here at Casa KP!

P&E’s New Year’s Resoluzhuns

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Oh, hai!  It’s hard to do, friends, but I am going to have to tear myself away from watching kitteh youtube videos long enough to join Perry to give you our New Year’s Resoluzhuns for 2009.

 

Resoluzhun #1:  Find new and even more annoying ways to wake up the humans.  Howling, scratching our claws down the walls, and walking repeatedly across their chests – just not cutting it anymore.  We have to step it up.

Resoluzhun #2:  Grow an opposable thumb so we can open the pantry door whenever we want!  We know that’s where all the good stuff is hidden.

Resoluzhun #3:  Take more baths.

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A kitteh can never be too clean.  Especially with all of these dirty humans around touching you all the time.  Ew.

Resoluzhun #4:  Make it further than ten feet out the apartment door.  Finally figure out where it is that the silly humans keep going!

Resoluzhun #5:  Build an international network of kittehs – Phase 1 of the plan to bring down the veterinary industry.  Our slogan?

Kittehs of the world, unite!  We have nothing to lose but our cat carriers!

Resoluzhun #6:  Actually catch one of the birdies that flies past the window.  (We know we can do it!)

Resoluzhun #7:  Develop a once-a-day catnip habit.  The current “whenever the humans remember that there’s a catnip stash in the house” routine isn’t an addiction – it’s just a tease.

Resoluzhun #8:  KILL THE TOY! 

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(We mean it this time.)

Resoluzhun #9:  Get more lovin’.  A kitteh can never get enough lovin’.

Resoluzhun #10:  Stop the knitting.  STOP. THE. KNITTING.  Stupid human – you are supposed to pay attention to us!!

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2008 has been a great year for us kittehs.  But with these resoluzhuns, 2009 is going to be the greatest year.

Happy New Year, kittehs!

  -Perry and Emily

sugar high

The time after the winter solstice is a time for rebirth.  The days are getting longer - even though I can’t tell it in Seattle where 7:15am is so dark it might as well be 2:15am.  It’s time to plan for a New Year.  And for me, that means joining the NaKniSweMoDo – the National Knit a Sweater a Month Dodecathon – 12 handknit sweaters in 2009! (It wouldn’t be me if I weren’t planning on some insane project, right?)

It also means making some more down to earth plans for the new year, which I’ll share with you over the coming days.  But mostly, this time between Christmas and New Year’s is always a time of nesting – staying at home, being warm, eating comforting things, getting ready.

Which is why today, instead of a review of Barack Obama’s Dreams from My Father (which seemed an appropriate book to review when I announced it back in October), I bring you something a little more tasty:

Carole Walter’s Great Cookies:  Secrets to Sensational Sweets.

I picked up this book this past summer, when I first moved into my new apartment, and was suddenly feeling domestic.  I baked a lot of cookies in a few short weeks, put on a few pounds, and then reality set in.  I went back to my non-baking life, started ordering food in, and put on a few more pounds.

Last week, I hosted a small cookie gathering on Boxing Day, and got to baking again.  I know that it is simply not healthy to bake all the Christmas cookies I like to bake and try to eat them all before they go bad.  You have to share.  And who better to share with than a group of knitters?

Well, I made my favorite recipe so far from Great Cookies:  Joanna Preuss’s Molasses Spice Cookies – which can be summed up in one word:  yum!  This book is worth it for that recipe alone.

If you are at all interested in baking cookies, brownies, bars, biscotti, and the like, this is a great book.  The recipes are organized according to the style of cookie, so that you can learn the techniques required to bake that kind of cookie well.  It starts out with the easy ones (drop cookies), then moves on to hand-formed cookies, to more involved cookies like piped cookies and rolled out cookies, and so on until we get to meringues and macaroons.  This is a great way to organize the recipes, because it allows the baker to pick and choose a class of recipes based on how complicated she is willing to get on any particular baking day.

The recipes themselves are accompanied by beautiful pictures – the kind that aren’t cosmetic – rather they show the detail of the final product, so you can tell what you are aiming for.  Moreover, each recipe includes key “Cookie Characteristics” that help you to quickly select recipes that suit your baking needs.  Oatmeal Raisin Cookies, for example, are described as “homestyle” with a “moderate shelf life,” and they “travel well.”  Curled Butter Wafers are “festive” and “fragile.”  Coconut-crusted Key Lime Napoleons are “versatile” and “temperature-sensitive.”  Recipes also have difficulty ratings, and at a glance info such as baking time and pan specifications.  This is a cookbook that is clearly designed with the home baker in mind.  You can quickly flip through and select the right kind of recipe without ever having made it before.  Love it!

Each recipe also includes some extra tips for serving or storing, or a short story about how the recipe made its way into the book, or what culture it comes from.  So, if you are just browsing, it makes for an interesting read.

But the clincher for the cookbook is the section after all the yummy recipes.  In that section, Walters goes into detail about the pluses and minuses of different ingredients (e.g. which kind of flour you use, whether you substitute for butter, and so on), what kinds of equipment you should look for, and how to perform various techniques – from measuring your ingredients, to chopping nuts, to rolling dough, to packaging cookies to put in the mail! 

The very best page is page 402 – the troubleshooting guide.  Everyone who has tried to bake cookies has run into problems at some time.  Cookies that don’t bake evenly, cookies that are too dry, cookies that don’t hold together, cookies that don’t have the chewiness you wanted.  Here, encapsulated on a single page, Walters gives you tips to adjust your baking to fix all of these common problems.  More than worth the price of admission.

The one glaring gap in this book, and something which is often missing from cookbooks, is any attention to how to adapt recipes for higher altitudes.  Having baked cookies in Seattle, and then tried the same recipes in Denver, I know from experience that baking doesn’t always work the same way.  Even if there are just straightforward rules for high altitude baking that any baker could look up on the web, I think a book about baking isn’t really complete if it doesn’t include that sort of advice.  (It’s no wonder that Walters is from San Francisco!  This book could never have been written by a baker in Colorado.)

But, really, that is a small omission.  There are so many tasty looking recipes in this book, and the ones I have tried have turned out just as good as the pictures, and much, much yummier!  So, if you are looking for a good cookie cookbook – one that includes all the comforting cookies you know and love – from super-sized chocolate chip cookies to lemon squares to ginger snaps to spritz cookies – but also pushes you to do more fancy and more challenging cookies for special occasions – then this is the cookbook for you!

back to the stash

I was surprised this week to discover how comforting it can feel to go back to my own stash.  Yes, the stash that reminds me of countless projects unfinished and unmade, of my momentary lapses of judgment at yarn sales, of the fact that I own a wheel that hasn't been touched in months, of my shameless conspicuous consumption of more fiber than I will likely ever knit.  Typically, my stash is the source of stress, anxiety, and embarrassment.  There's a reason why I keep it in the closet.

But one Friday in November, I had a very different experience.  I was rummaging through my stash to find some yarn for a little selfish knitting.  I cycled through all the negative thoughts:  regret about having bought so much of this yarn, or not enough of that; frustration about the many projects I've still not cast on to make; disgust at the amount of money I must have spent on yarn and fiber, at the expense of more worthy causes.  And then, suddenly, I felt something entirely different:  I felt like I was home.

Digging through my stash, trying to recall where I might have put the yarn for that sweater in VK, I came across yarns that I've owned for years.  Instead of thinking, "When am I ever going to get around to knitting this???" I found myself feeling more like an adult pulling toys from her childhood out of a box sent from home.  I remembered my yarns, they were familiar and loved, and I indulged in the tactile pleasure of rummaging through the skeins, hanks, and balls. 

We knitters spend far too much time worrying about stash:  how much we have, how much we don't have, how much others have, how much we can possibly even use in our own lifetimes.  A lot of this stash anxiety comes from instrumentalizing our fiber:  we think about it mostly in terms of its usefulness.  And a closet full of unknit yarn and unspun fiber - when thought of in instrumental terms - can only symbolize waste.

But stash is so much more than potential knitting undone.  If you pay attention to it, your stash contains a rich history - of LYS's you have visited, of fiber phases you have been through, of your growth as a discerning fiber consumer, and of the fiber industry itself.  Stash is a reflection of who you are, who you have been, and how you made the trip in between.

Next time you are rummaging through your stash, take a minute to fondle the fiber.  Reacquaint yourself with a yarn that you bought years ago, forgot about, and still don't really want to cast on yet - even though it is still awfully pretty and pet-able.  That peculiar shade of blue in that long-ago discontinued yarn isn't nagging at you to get knitting - she's your old friend, happy that you are taking the time to stop by and catch up.  And like the best of old friends, she'll be there to greet you again the next time you come for a visit.

three days to the chicken

At long last, I bring you a review of Stargate:  SG-1.  This review might be considered a bit premature, since I'm only now in the middle of Season 9 (of 10).  However, I think eight and a half seasons of a tv show are a pretty good indicator of the direction of the final season and a half - and probably of the straight-to-dvd movies they made after the show was canceled as well.

Now, I like me a good good vs. evil story.  It's fun to see the bad guys get their come-uppances, and it is all the better the badder they are.  It's reassuring in a primal way to think that the difference between good and evil is clear cut, that I am clearly on the side of good, and that no matter how bad things seem today, the good guys will triumph in the end.  This is the simplistic narrative logic of summer blockbusters, fairy tales, and Bush's War On Terror.

But I can only take the escapist logic of the good vs. evil story in small doses.  A movie?  Sure.  I'm happy to suspend disbelief for two hours. A book?  No problem.  However, the logic gets boring when it is extended to a series of books or tv episodes.  I could handle the A-Team when I was eight.  But there's no way I could sit through a whole episode unironically today.  (And, since I mentioned Bush's WoT, I think it is worth wondering how the pervasive and simplistic good vs. evil stories endlessly repeated by Hollywood help to sustain a politically naive American exceptionalism that justifies horrific violence because we are "the good guys" - but I am getting ahead of myself!)

My lack of patience with the good vs. evil story explains why I was so disappointed with the Harry Potter series.  Book 5 was the pinnacle for me - it made a provocative link between adolescent angst and the struggle within us between good and evil.  But Books 6 and 7, rather than further complicating this coming-of-age story, resolved it all-too-neatly by placing Harry firmly on the side of goodness, and Voldemort ever more on the side of outrageous badness.  The message is that you can clearly choose to be good or bad, the choices are obvious, and fully developed adults are all on one side or the other.  (There are some morally ambiguous characters, to be sure (Draco, anyone?), but JKR is uninterested in them.  Snape, the most interesting of all, resolves neatly into a "good guy" - albeit in the form of a creepy, obsessed stalker.)

Stargate, as you may have guessed by now, revels in the good vs. evil logic.  The good guys are the members of SG-1 - the team of intrepid explorers who travel through the Stargate and save the planet and the galaxy over and over again.  Their world is one of moral certainty:  they are always keen to do the right thing, and it is Washington, or the Russians, or the Tok'ra, or the Goa'uld, or the Ori who are clearly in the wrong.

In fact, if one of the members of SG-1 is behaving unethically - say, Jack starts randomly shooting up his own people - you can rest assured that by the end of the episode the character who has deviated from the path of the Good will turn out to be a clone, or to be hosting a symbiote who is really calling the shots, or to be from a parallel universe, or to be reliving an implanted memory, or to be anything and anyone but him- or herself.  Evil is successfully projected onto everyone but SG-1. 

When it comes to a serial story, I admit I enjoy a little moral ambiguity.  The tired stories about time travel, the improbable science of wormholes, and the politics of intra- and intergalactic alliances are not enough, in my mind, to drive a 10-season show.  Especially when the show's writers couldn't even take the time out to work out a consistent story about the alien species, technologies, and physics of the world in which they operate.  (I'm sure there are die-hard Stargate fans who will find a way to reconcile the inconsistencies.  But even Stargate itself makes fun of its improbabilities in its more lighthearted episodes.  How convenient that people and aliens everywhere seem to speak English!  And colloquial modern North American English at that!  How extraordinary that technological development in countless worlds seems to follow a pretty straightforward path that resembles Earth's own development!  Okay, I'll stop here, cause I could go on forever.)

Watching these episodes (which, I have to admit, I do enjoy from time to time - it's not painful, it's just not gripping), I have often felt nostalgic for The SopranosThe Sopranos was a great series - even though not all episodes or seasons were created equal - precisely because it upset our expectation of a morally certain world.  You find yourself feeling sympathy for a pathologically violent, philandering, misogynist and sometimes homophobic, mob boss.  And you find yourself hoping that the Feds - who are supposed to be the good guys, right? - will get screwed. 

The Sopranos worked because it did two very important things:  1) it presented characters as morally fraught, living in a world in which - while some decisions might be obviously right or wrong - many decisions involved competing options, none of which were wholly good or bad.  Occasionally, there was a character on the show who was clearly evil (Tony's cousin, for example, took what I considered to be an inexplicable turn towards the sadistic, and had to be whacked).  But mostly, everyone in the show was complicated:  from the psychologist and the priest who stood to benefit personally and financially from their connections to the mob, to the wives and children whose dependence on their mob ties made them morally complicit in violence they could not imagine, to the mobsters themselves, whose personal connections with each other, their families, and their friends all demanded a kind of ethical judgment that they might seem to lack if we only saw them in the act of breaking kneecaps.

2) More importantly, the message of the show was that there isn't a sharp line to be drawn between us "good guys" and the "bad guy" mobsters.  In fact, their moral complexity is not too far from our own.  Even if we don't perpetuate violence ourselves, we certainly are complicit in it (think about the War in Iraq, for example) - and it is not always obvious when that violence is justified.  The line between legitimate and illegitimate business is not as clear as we think:  the show goes to great lengths to demonstrate parallels between upper middle class professionals and mobsters, between the Feds chasing mob bosses and the mob bosses themselves.  Ultimately, not unlike Weeds - which isn't quite as successful, but which makes a similar point - The Sopranos asks us to take a critical look at what the American Dream of the big house in the suburbs relies upon:  an appearance of normalcy that we all accept at a superficial level, but which rests upon exploitation, violence, greed, and selfishness.

Whatever you think about the message of The Sopranos, the point I am trying to make here is that Stargate has no message.  There is nothing that we can really learn about ourselves, nothing that we are called on to think critically about when we watch this show.  This might be a good thing in the history of Sci-Fi tv.  After all, Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek shows were extraordinarily preachy.  They all contained some more or less explicit moral lesson (which also occurred in a world of moral certainty, but that's another post).  Maybe we should be glad to have a science fiction show that gets away from trying to teach moral lessons.

But at the cost of having no real message?  Or perhaps at the cost of reinforcing a complacency with how things are?  Or how we wish them to be?

One of the most striking things about Stargate to me (and I do study politics, so maybe not everyone would pick up on this) is the extraordinary American exceptionalism of the show.  The show is about a group of Americans (except for the aliens, who are all de facto Americans by virtue of sharing their moral orientation and enjoying Star Wars) who work for the U.S. Air Force who travel to other planets and claim to represent Earth.  Early on in the show, they make this claim to being representatives of Earth without any real basis - no one else on Earth even knows that they are traveling the galaxy.

As the show progresses, more and more countries and businessmen (they're always men) are brought on board.  At least as far as I've gotten, the program is still basically a secret, and not all nations have been let in on the secret. So, the claim to represent Earth is a deeply undemocratic one.  SG-1 work for the military of one state.  They have not been democratically selected in any way, and they cannot arguably be said to even represent the American people.  The show sidesteps the question of the legitimacy of SG-1's claim to representation, and suggests that since they are Good People, we can trust them to do the right thing.

Occasionally, the show makes some vague attempt to face up to its democratic deficit.  And as the seasons wear on, they add more and more Canadian references  - which is more a concession to the fact that the show was shot in British Columbia than a full-fledged attempt to reflect on the equation of the U.S. military with a group that has in mind the interests of the entire planet - or even galaxy.  At a time of war, I find this omission unpardonable and unconscionable.  Isn't this precisely a time for us to be thinking critically about the tendency of the American state to present itself as the self-appointed arbiter of what is right for the rest of the planet?

Stargate, sadly, doesn't ask us to think critically - about ourselves, about politics, about the dangers of the good vs. evil narrative.  I've still enjoyed knitting a lot while watching it, I've looked forward to seeing the next episode, and I've even laughed out loud a few times.  If you do watch it, you have to start from the beginning to get the context, which means you will have to watch several bad seasons before the shows actually start getting to a consistent level of quality - but it is worth it to enjoy some rather good action episodes.  But if you want more than action, you'll have to look elsewhere to find it.

knitting for yourself

The most recent issue of Twist Collective includes an essay defending selfish knitting.  In that essay, Melanie Martens argues that knitters should knit for themselves - because we deserve it.

That seems wrong to me.  I shouldn't be knitting for myself because I deserve a handknit sweater.  That explains why I should have a handknit sweater - but not why I should knit one for myself.  I could just go out and blow several hundred dollars on a sweater if this was just about desert - it would certainly save me money on needles and yarn in the long run!

I'm sure we all have different reasons for why we knit - or don't knit - for ourselves.  For me, it's because that's why I wanted to knit in the first place.  I wanted to make sweaters for myself - sweaters that actually fit the length of my arms, unlike the ones you get in stores.  (The observant will notice after a while that my store-bought sweaters are all short sleeved and 3/4 length.  I simply can't wear full length sleeves without cuffing them!)  I wanted to make gorgeous sweaters, like the sweaters I remember seeing a woman in college make for herself.

I didn't pick up knitting in order to relax, or to meet friends, or to opt out of consumer culture.  I picked it up, quite simply, to make beautiful clothes for myself.  You wouldn't know it from my Ravelry projects list - it's all full of charity knitting and baby clothes.  And my stash is full of unloved yarn that I bought for myself, just waiting to be turned into something beautiful.

Now that there are - gasp! - rumblings of a ThreeVIB on the horizon, I've really got to make some things for myself.  [Don't ask me to reveal anything about these rumblings - I can assure you, though, that it's not me thinking about getting pregnant!] I'm going to work on all those projects I've been saving up for myself all these years.  And, if ThreeVIB becomes a reality, I will just make a lot of baby socks and bibs.

All of this is a way of saying that I have all but abandoned the last four ReVIB projects, and have been mostly knitting for myself.  Okay, I'll give you a little ReVIB.  Here's the crazy punk pants, which I really just need to finish seaming.

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That's back on the left, and front on the right.  These are pretty darned cute.  And Mr. Quinn is starting to develop his mike skills.  Last week, he grabbed my finger, and brought it straight to his mouth, as if he were about to scream "Anarchy in the UK!!"  He'll need these pants in another few months for sure.

I've made quite a few scarves for myself.  First is the "My So-Called Scarf", which I have been dying to make for years.

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There it is, in a beautiful shade of Manos with pinks, plums, and golds that I simply adore.  But there's a twist...

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See that?  Manos is a single-ply yarn, and boy is this one energized!  It knit up at a weird angle, as if I were intentionally trying to knit on the bias.  I haven't yet blocked this scarf, and I am trying to decide exactly how hard core to get with the blocking - do I remove the energy?  Or do I try to keep some of that funny angled look?

mysocalledscarfroll

At some level, I don't care, cause this scarf is snuggly and pretty!  Yum!

The next scarf is the one I took to Rhinebeck to work on - because it's from a Morehouse Merino kit that I bought at Rhinebeck the first year I went.

morehousescarf

This yarn is a beautiful combo of blues, purples, and greens that I couldn't resist.

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It's a laceweight, knit in garter stitch on fat needles, which gives it a really open and geometrical look.  I haven't blocked this one out, either - but when you do, the stitches look really angular and squarish.  Cool.

morehousescarfroll

The real problem with this scarf is that when I bound off, I bound off loosely - instead of using a loose bind-off.  It wasn't quite stretchy enough.  So I still harbor fantasies of ripping out the bind off and doing it again.

The third scarf is one that is in progress.

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Oooh...isn't that just delicious?  This scarf comes from a kit I picked up back in Paris earlier this year.  It's a ribbed scarf made of three different colors of different kinds of yarns - a mohair, an alpaca, and a bamboo.  The combination gives it warmth and silkiness.  I can't wait to wrap this around my neck - but it is a pain to knit, since the mohair wants to just grab on to and get tangled with the other two yarns.  I spend half my knitting time untangling!

I've also been working on some sweaters.  The cat pee - thankfully - came out of Roam.  However, there is new bad news for that project.  I almost finished sleeve 1, and tried it on to figure out how long it should be, only to discover that it is skin tight!  This was not a gauge problem - I was getting gauge.  It looks to be a design issue that I should have foreseen.  The pattern is made for stick figure arms, not strong, beefy peasant arms like mine!  Ugh.  There will be frogging someday when I get the heart to pick up that project again.

In the meantime, I picked up some yarn I'd been dying to knit with and cast on for a lacy mohair sweater on fat needles.  Instant gratification.  And sure enough, in less than a week, I had this:

hannah

That's Kim Hargreaves' Hannah - minus a little bit of seaming, of course.  (I am not about the finishing right now...)  I'm pretty excited about this one, but I really want to make sure I seam it properly, so the stripes line up.  I need this to be a good sweater for me.

There have been other sweaters on the needles, too.  But this post has already become way too long, so those will have to wait for next week!  Apparently, I need to update much more often.  I've got no clever way to end this post, so I'll just end it here.

we are the goon squad

...and I'm back!  It's been a long time, I know.  With any luck, I'll be back now for a while.

A couple of years ago, I went to Wales for a conference.  I stayed with my friend N., who was the consummate hostess.  We took a bus ride through the sheep-dotted countryside and a hike along the gorgeous coastal cliffs.  We went to dinner at a local pub, and we had a classic English breakfast the next day.  Oh - and the conference was great, too. 

But one night while I was there, we went out to the movies and saw The Devil Wears Prada.  I wasn't expecting it to be all that great, and I recall reading reviews beforehand about how Meryl Streep's performance is pretty much the only thing that redeemed the movie.  So I was pleasantly surprised when I enjoyed the movie.  I am deeply troubled by its message (but that will have to wait for another episode of the blog).  Nonetheless, there is a part of me that can identify with the main character - the "fat, smart girl" - who despite her sense that beauty is superficial, can herself get caught up in the world of fashion.

Which brings us to today's song - a song all about the power of fashion - and the fashionable - to capture the imagination of those of us who are not so fashionable.

Fashion, David Bowie reminds us, often starts with trends that you see on the street.  (In the video for this song, the trendsetters who turn to the left, then turn to the right are all queued up in a soupline.)

There's a brand new dance
But I don't know its name
That people from bad homes
Do again and again
It's big and it's bland
Full of tension and fear
They do it over there
But we don't do it here

This is how fashion starts:  the "people from bad homes" start doing something that the rest of us look down on - "we don't do it here!"  But it gets repeated over and over and over, and eventually even high society takes notice:

There's a brand new talk
But it's not very clear
Ooh bop
That people from good homes
Are talking this year
Ooh bop - fashion!

Fashion reproduces itself through imitation, then imitation of imitations.  The trendsetters tell you what to do, and you try to keep up as the fashions change.  The central refrain of the song is made up of a weird echo, as the singer tries to keep up with every change:

Listen to me (don't listen to me)
Talk to me (don't talk to me)
Dance with me (don't dance with me)
No - beep! beep!

How do we know what we have to do to be fashionable, if the rules keep changing as quickly as they are made?  Fashion, rather than being a medium for creative expression by the underclass, is transformed into a simple and robotic following of orders:

Fashion:  Turn to the left!
Fashion:  Turn to the right!
Ooh...fashion!

This is, of course, one of the classic critiques of fashion:  that it is a vehicle for the forces of conformity.  We are fashionable because that's what we are told to be.  Ultimately, our imitation of the trendsetters, rather than being a creative form of self-imagination, is reduced to a mindless repetition.  By the end of the song, the "new talk" means that we can't even sing in complete words; it degenerates into nonsense, sung in an emotionless monotone:

Oop bop! doh doh doh doh doh doh doh doh
Fa- fa- fa- fa- fashion
Oop bop! doh doh doh doh doh doh doh doh
Fa- fa- fa- fa- fashion
la la la la la la la la

We are transformed by fashion into the "goon squad," come to town to make everyone else do exactly what we do, with the same lack of passion and creativity.  And all this from a man who married a supermodel!

episode 7: a change in the weather

Fall has come to Seattle, and I am loving it.  Okay, the fact that we no longer get any direct sunlight in our apartment is not so great, but I am really enjoying the cool weather and the fog.

lake union

I spent this morning watching the fog roll in over Lake Union, and then start to roll out.  My picture-taking skills can't quite capture it, but hopefully you can get some sense of it from this.  So beautiful.

Of course, fall weather also is good for the knitter.  When I was in Colorado a few weeks ago, it was in the 80s and people were gushing about how nice the fall weather was.  That's not fall weather.  Fall weather is when it is cold enough in the morning that you want to wear a nice handknit scarf.  I finished my first of the season, My So-Called Scarf, this past Thursday, and I am already on to my second.

Sweater knitting, however, is not going so well.  Emily left what I thought was the last meow on the blog a few days ago.  Then, yesterday morning, I discovered that the kitties had more to say.  I found parts of Roam (the hoodie I have been knitting) drenched in eau de chat. 

I immediately plunged the sweater in an anti-cat enzyme bath, and I am waiting to see if it will survive pee-free:

catpeefreeroam

But let's just say I am seriously pissed. 

I've been thinking a lot today about knitting as metaphor for writing.  Frogging is actually a useful way to think about what a writer does when she deletes a big chunk of writing and decides to start all over again.  And of course, all writers tink.  But I am not sure what the writing equivalent is of waking up to discover that your cats have peed all over your work in progress.

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Anyhow, this episode is bound to be a bit disjoint if only because I am soon to be Rhinebeck bound.  I leave for New York in a few days, and I'll be busy giving talks and catching up with old friends.  I'll tell you what I've got planned for this episode, but I make no promises about when exactly the posts will make their way to the blogosphere.

First, we'll revisit another 80s song about fashion in honor of Project Runway with the classic eponymous song by David Bowie.  (Can I just say that Kenley's wedding dress almost makes me want to have a wedding, just so I can wear it?)  Then I'll review all the selfish knitting I've been doing these past few weeks, and hopefully have a cat pee update on Roam

For my disbelieving friends out there, I'll review Stargate's first six seasons and tell you whether Mr. F has really made a convert out of me.  Next up, I'm working on an essay on revisiting the stash after months of being in Seattle.  But I am still thinking about politics, so the book review this episode will be of Barack Obama's Dreams From My Father.  And finally, Perry and Emily will get the last (hopefully pee-free) meow.

the straight story

emilyreading Kittehs everywhere must have been excited to open up their copies of The New York Times on Sunday to discover that more straight men "seem to be coming out of the cat closet and unabashedly embracing their feline side."  Our nine lives, it seems, have until now been empty - spent mostly with crazy cat ladies and the occasional gay guy.  Now, finally, there is hope for us all!  Straight men are taking notice of us!!  (Quick - does my fur look okay?)

 

Well, before you head to the scratching post to work on your manicure, Slate has devastatingly revealed that this supposed "trend" is based entirely on anecdotes.  As even the NYT notes, "there are no hard (or soft) statistics" that would prove either that more straight men now have cats, or that more straight men now are admitting to having cats.

So, what is the basis for the claim?  Well, it rests on evidence like the YouTube viral video, "An Engineer's Guide to Cats" - one desperate straight man's plea for attention and sex.  Then there's the Men and Cats blog, where men can talk about how cool they are that they've got cats.  Example:  "I'm proud to be a straight male cat owner, and only regret that I didn't get a cat sooner!"  Um, if that's the kind of guy the Times thinks we're all going to be living with in the future, then we're all in trouble.  Who needs a tuna delivery man who's just out to prove how cool he is??

What Slate misses, however, is that the entire NYT article is based on a false presumption:  that "evolved" men who are "intelligent, aware, caring," and comfortable with their masculinity choose to adopt and live with cats.

Friends, as we know, they've got the causal relationship all wrong.  It's not the man that makes the cat, it's the cat that makes the man.

And that's the last meow,

Emily

the dangers of early bliss

Debbie Bliss has been producing the cutest, most timeless and adorable (yet easy!) baby knits for about fifteen years now.  Anyone in the market for a baby pattern is sure to run across one - if not ten - of her books.

However, while she is unquestionably among the best baby designers out there, it is important to note that not all Debbie Bliss patterns are created equal. In particular, I would caution the baby pattern seeker to check the list of publications for which Debbie Bliss provides errata.  She's good about providing corrections - but only for those books.

One of the books she has not corrected is, sadly, one of the ones in my collection:  Baby Style:  Home Accessories and Irresistible Knitwear Designs for 0-3 year olds.  It's an older one (2000), and this probably has something to do with why she doesn't provide errata.  Buyer beware.

If you are intrigued by this book - which does contain some awfully cute patterns - or by another older book that isn't supported by errata updates - I suggest that you check out the Ravelry files on the patterns that interest you before casting on.  Have people encountered problems with this pattern?  Have people posted their own errata?

This kind of background research would have helped me to decide not to cast on for Nellie the Sheep, one of the more adorable patterns in the book:

frontviewsheep

That's my "version" of Nellie - and if you peruse the Ravelry entries about her, you'll see that no one's Nellie looks like anyone else's.  This is because the directions are incomprehensible.  I'm not kidding.  To make things even worse, none of our Nellies look anything like the Nellie in the book that we were all hoping to recreate.  Some people got closer than others, and mine is nowhere near what it is supposed to be.  Ah, well.  We knit and we learn.

The other project I made from this book was the shawl collared tunic set:

shawlcollaredset

Now this came out pretty darned cute, and the patterns were much easier to follow!  So there's hope for this book - you just need to be sure you are picking the right patterns.

However, while I love the pointy hat and I do love the sheep in the end, this book is full of patterns that Debbie Bliss provides in other baby books in slightly different variations.  So, unless you are interested specifically in the sheep or the pointy hat, really you could pick up pretty much any Debbie Bliss book and do okay for yourself.

A final note:  like many "baby" books - this one is actually for babies and toddlers.  If you are looking for patterns for kids who can walk and talk, don't forget to look at baby books, too.  A lot of them will surprise you.

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