I don’t know WHAT is going on, but these outbursts–congressman Joe Wilson, Serena Williams, Kanye West, even Federer!–are getting on my NERVES. What is with people?
Whoopsy–getting a little unattractive there myself. I sincerely apologize for my outburst. Don’t censure me! I don’t know what came over me.
Seriously, even my ten year old saw Kanye’s ploy for what it was: “He just wants attention,” he said in a deadpan voice. Everybody just needs to take a breath, think for about two seconds before opening up the ol’ piehole, and be a grownup.
A Portable Movie Festival
Speaking of being a grownup, I have to tell you that I got my copy of The Singing Revolution, the documentary about Estonia’s nonviolent road to independence. A whole COUNTRY filled with grownups, Estonia is. If you want to watch a movie about people who are apparently unusually able to do courageous things without shooting a bullet or getting nasty–by singing Estonian folk songs, actually–I have an offer for you.
Here’s the plan:
Email me here with your address, and I’ll cook up a list of viewers in order of receipt. I’ll send the DVD and the list to the first person.
To keep things moving, you have to promise to watch the DVD within 24 hours of receiving it, then send it to the next person on the list. (Please be willing to send it to an international address if necessary. It’s still cheaper than buying the DVD! And you’re promoting world peace!) It’s a 90-minute film, and it makes for the best kind of knitting entertainment. Except, of course, for the parts where you’re wiping away tears with your sock and singing along even though you don’t speak Estonian. I will warn you that there are several brief scenes of violence done to Estonians, so be aware of that.
Feel free to watch the trailer and to buy your own copy here.
Maybe we can’t make a 400-mile-long human chain of peaceful people, but we can all learn from this extraordinary slice of history. I’ll stick in a little notebook so you can share your thoughts about it.
Meanwhile, Sleevishly Moving Along
OK, my need to begin making the collar for Rowena (Ravelry link) was so overwhelming that I took the sleeves off the blocking board, still damp. I hope the thing doesn’t mold up or anything.
I sewed the raglans together and commenced picking up stitches. I increased into every one of those stitches I had picked up, making the collar a very ruched experience.
It won’t be long now until the thrilling field trip to the fabric store to find buttons and ribbon to thread through the ruched parts.
Ruched is starting to look like a big typo.