Head Full of Bees

At least this way you know what you hit?

The Incredible Story Behind the Largest African American Quilt Collection | Artnet News Eli Leon's game-changing African American quilt donation stuns in "Routed West" at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive (BAMPFA).

A surprise donation of more than 3,000 African American quilts to a California museum is helping to rewrite history—and prompting a race to preserve it. news.artnet.com/art-world/ba...

This video from Portland is a metaphor for what is going on in America. ICE trying so hard to get Americans to cross a line and if they don't, dragging them across the line and violently attacking.

Ottawa had streetcars?! What happened to that kind of forward-thinking?

We don’t. We also don’t know that a magic fairy isn’t psychically beaming every thought into our brain. And I can’t prove that there isn’t a global asparagus conspiracy. You can’t prove a negative.

A balcony railing with 7 hanks of yarn drying. The yarn is black, grey, and brown.

My response to the world at large: here is some lovely handspun heritage-breed yarn.

A woman’s place was not in the home: New book challenges assumptions about women’s work in early modern history New research has revealed that women played a fundamental role in the development of England’s national economy before 1700. Far from being the unpaid homemakers and housewives of traditional historic...

“Women played a fundamental role in the development of England’s national economy before 1700.
Far from being the unpaid homemakers and housewives of traditional historical record, women contributed to all the most important areas of the economy, such as agriculture, commerce, and care.”

I’m telling you, sometimes you have to just enjoy the season of absurdity. It’s like the leaves falling in autumn, it’s just gotta happen.

Sucks, buddy.

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Well now that’s just straight up lucky.

It’s the first day chilly enough for me to think, yeah, I could use a wool vest over my shirt. #showmeyourknits

That makes sense.

“Dye”??! Like, it’s gonna stain?

Some things belong very much to a time in a place, and should absolutely stay there. Do not intrude upon my present with these silly things.

I just can’t. I hear that word and I can practically feel the torturous sensation of stretch-waist polyester pants, worn by women whose friends describe them as “a hoot.” I’m sure my mother has a similar sense memory that involves the scent of patchouli and unwashed armpits, and the word “groovy.“

Fine, there are lots of nice pictures on the Internet. But in finding those pictures, I also have to read the accompanying text, which leads to me viscerally recoiling every time I read the term these women used for the small patches that made up their work: scrumbles.

I’m putting together a little slide show for the Freeform crochet workshop that I’ll be teaching tomorrow, and naturally I want to show the work of some of the originators of this style, Prudence Mapstone and Renate Kirkpatrick.

it looked like the character grabbed a guy by the head and shoulders and gave him a kiss, causing the guy to fall to the ground. I really wanted to leave that one in but I was told we weren’t making that kind of game.”

and then jam the pipe up between its own legs. I named that one ‘Laying Pipe.’ Even better-if that character then ran, it would pull out the pipe, run with it, and when it stopped, jam the pipe back in.

Oh, and another one where we had a headbutt animation, but sometimes it played too slowly, so

Sharing gems from my gamedev husband: “We had one bug where it was possible to hurt yourself with the weapons you were holding, as a way to encourage the players to be precise in their attacks. But there was a bug where sometimes a character would take a lead pipe, adopt a menacing stance,

Don’t be a dick. You got spare time? Make friends with your neighbours, read a book, I dunno.

Timeline cleanse

Bill Gothard. Today’s authoritarian evangelicalism has created an army of people already cognitively disabled by their parents and preachers, ready to join any strongman they meet.

The knitting sub on Reddit makes me crazy. “What’s wrong with my knitting?” Twisted stitches. The answer is always twisted stitches.

Luxury pumpkins? Do they have good suspension or something? Leather interior?

And it seems analogous to watching an all-Scottish klezmer band or an all-African Chinese opera company. There’s just a disconnect that I don’t know how to stop looking at.

I just went to a concert in my neighborhood, it was an all-Swedish Bluegrass band. I never really know how to parse things like that. They were good! But also Swedish, with no roots in Appalachia as far as I can tell.

You’re a delight at parties, I’ll bet.

Why should I write better when a machine can do it for me? Because actually no one can do it for you, because your voice is unique among all the people on earth. Siri never petted a horse's neck. Alexa has never been ghosted by the captain of the football team. But you have lived, your heart is beating, you have suffered, and you have something important to say. It's a human's job, to use words, and whatever job you give to a machine, that part of your brain goes dark. Maybe it's worth it when it comes to remembering phone numbers and directions, but when that part of your brain that uses words goes dark, that's a vast area that's very close to your soul. Don't let some internet platform convince you that what you have to say and create isn't worthwhile. Words are the echo of your soul. Honing that echo matters.

this iconic advertising copywriter named Kathy Hepinstall Parks died over the weekend and I wanted to share something from her website I thought Bluesky would like