One of the many hazards of 15-minute blogging is that you can get hung up on stuff like DOCUMENTING EVERY GODDANG STITCH of the thing you’re knitting. HUGE letting go of that. Here’s the Thorn wrap by Bristol Ivy. I hasten to point out that there are some stitches not visible in this photograph. I’m knitting like a fiend on this thing, but it’s on size 4 needles, so it’s slow to amount to much.
It’s a ton of fun, in a hypnotic, watch-out-for-those-increases way. Moving the center marker every other row is the thrilling equivalent of making sure you pay the cable bill on time. DON’T FORGET or your life is screwed.
Here are some Thursday Time Wasters for you. This is the stuff that is on my mind right now:
Number 1: Maria Bamford. We are in awe of Maria Bamford. We worry about her, and hope she is doing OK. So so so brutally funny. Here you go: worthy of your attention.
Number 2: Beck. I have had a thing for Beck for a very long time. I recall driving to the beach one year when the children were toddling, and we listened to “Where It’s At” so many times that the three year old was chanting “two turntables and a microphone” like a pro. Here you go, a little “Where It’s At” to go with your latte.
The thing on my mind this morning is Beck’s new album, which isn’t an album at all; it’s a batch of sheet music, designed to look like it was made in 1923. The idea is that you have to PLAY IT YOURSELF. There is no Beck performance of any of it.
Exactly like your average downloadable knitting pattern, you know? It’s just an idea until you lay your own mitts on it.