tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323579822024-03-14T01:45:07.055-07:00Pen and Paper, Yarn and HookCrochet and all things yarny. Literary arts, especially poetry. Buddhism. Gardening. Food. Museums. Visual art. Running.Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-85689449572950168512008-01-07T13:57:00.000-08:002008-01-07T14:04:13.445-08:00capelet for baby marilyn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA65HPJ-u5oXNY8HoIlTwuJbnRhkEElpgdLSkbnBa-0DAQAogTMi0uALOizd2Lj-yN6aisjBSKPhjRE8IJYICTGyvmKc-5b9EW5iM67oYlGNqC-Iu56PJ9FOVHaIrb3jy0Ms/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152858821787289442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA65HPJ-u5oXNY8HoIlTwuJbnRhkEElpgdLSkbnBa-0DAQAogTMi0uALOizd2Lj-yN6aisjBSKPhjRE8IJYICTGyvmKc-5b9EW5iM67oYlGNqC-Iu56PJ9FOVHaIrb3jy0Ms/s200/marilyn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR5AkQh76EZdWe7kIuzkigjrhRqq3kfKzfsGJK7s3OdDV_b59gYM-pbiaz2PSzT32gO9wTr6wxPLym1Sl0P7eQnegBPjYmgx90h4UTlZa41D3c4Tfsc6VpJ-i1OV-J1Ta41sw/s1600-h/marilyn2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152858723003041618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR5AkQh76EZdWe7kIuzkigjrhRqq3kfKzfsGJK7s3OdDV_b59gYM-pbiaz2PSzT32gO9wTr6wxPLym1Sl0P7eQnegBPjYmgx90h4UTlZa41D3c4Tfsc6VpJ-i1OV-J1Ta41sw/s200/marilyn2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I made this capelet for my friend Pattie's daughter Marilyn. This was a test run-I'm making another one for her baptism on January 20. I modified the <a href="http://crochetme.com/jolly-rancher"><span style="color:#00cccc;">"Jolly Rancher</span></a>" from Crochetme.com</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-18704878744923113872007-11-01T15:13:00.000-07:002007-11-01T15:51:29.654-07:00One of the Serra's....<div> Last week one of <a href="http://moma.org/exhibitions/exhibitions.php?id=2866">Richard Serra'</a>s sculptures arrived at LACMA. I work on the 5th floor of the LACMA West building, formally the May Co. Out on the balcony we had a spectacular view and I was able to take a bunch of photos. Serra's sculptures are enormous and transform space. Two of his sculptures will be on view in LACMA's new contemporary art building, Broad Contemporary Art Museum, opening in mid-February. The artwork arrived in pieces on semi-trucks.<br /><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>Here is the view of the new building from my office.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DRfEwzzlXL9kziNSuqCDibaOUECFAnKLB2VGF6Deob01OfWnHGCeGADDWMX2p0LxqjIFkGOgbFsUhgbRdyuNzrt5r3-0-4UpXckSCG_mj_0zHyLVDLwYfwPFqGwEEAfkFDg/s1600-h/serra+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128002703859275266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DRfEwzzlXL9kziNSuqCDibaOUECFAnKLB2VGF6Deob01OfWnHGCeGADDWMX2p0LxqjIFkGOgbFsUhgbRdyuNzrt5r3-0-4UpXckSCG_mj_0zHyLVDLwYfwPFqGwEEAfkFDg/s200/serra+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51V__z62gFE5QKM82AZ1joHugLEKLWXp0cGuVau6CTHkAQ9msw8odfzJJ7PLVPcfXqd2bbTH3Kv3p_s-DEi6uIQZyJQyxWN5-WiArb6jsC-p9bCnn8uXbr6-ThlfL45TpNYQ/s1600-h/serra+3.jpg"></a><br /><div><div> </div><div>Check out how the pieces of the sculpture dwarfs the trucks!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihtiGRF7r2b8dkUYmUGFX0Ug3zxuo3w88CQl6nFXTrrJYgWfhEX8MFsjtEywOhgs30DQu1UXzUkUHNT_rDExyOrfJZ1DbZsmPIcxAH_v7oul-RnRQxbQTvHADg4pp-UotTb9U/s1600-h/serra+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128001359534511570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihtiGRF7r2b8dkUYmUGFX0Ug3zxuo3w88CQl6nFXTrrJYgWfhEX8MFsjtEywOhgs30DQu1UXzUkUHNT_rDExyOrfJZ1DbZsmPIcxAH_v7oul-RnRQxbQTvHADg4pp-UotTb9U/s200/serra+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>See the man on the ladder at the top of the piece? he's attaching cables from a crane.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XSvtUAH0oLBB-tsU-UIfXGiz0WKOojBdwQPLAeqj8CkFzqb1fVPBJiXmi-tPEnGAcqDRXeePVRqocsJUFmJpsew5069iRdx9du3BMSFpxGrA_7f6les1QBxy_EpLuDawrDM/s1600-h/serra+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128003369579206162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XSvtUAH0oLBB-tsU-UIfXGiz0WKOojBdwQPLAeqj8CkFzqb1fVPBJiXmi-tPEnGAcqDRXeePVRqocsJUFmJpsew5069iRdx9du3BMSFpxGrA_7f6les1QBxy_EpLuDawrDM/s200/serra+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br />The crane is lifting it... </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0QMUJOZE8FlLB9IF6jkT0xfPHKFSB3ldihvVQfQHZjAL5Ra0JZWn4pWvroghW5i6w4rx5wAr81SfuZvNF3YyvdEw2ZSybOOJ4863xY4RVJQaixbh9pRYnPLDNC33XixGJiQ/s1600-h/serra+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128004812688217650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0QMUJOZE8FlLB9IF6jkT0xfPHKFSB3ldihvVQfQHZjAL5Ra0JZWn4pWvroghW5i6w4rx5wAr81SfuZvNF3YyvdEw2ZSybOOJ4863xY4RVJQaixbh9pRYnPLDNC33XixGJiQ/s200/serra+7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_njA7l2-YOzG22ARpbc05_z2Ij-my3n9C-bd5bLM9E3X-vCRFbuSV2GXTaXc5WcxiAsNfoQ6FqwBWcz8qlR3Fg5bpKoAsQyNKlU-UeyT6jS0N36-wP2TipbDwRqTZbTSsTUs/s1600-h/serra+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128005242184947266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_njA7l2-YOzG22ARpbc05_z2Ij-my3n9C-bd5bLM9E3X-vCRFbuSV2GXTaXc5WcxiAsNfoQ6FqwBWcz8qlR3Fg5bpKoAsQyNKlU-UeyT6jS0N36-wP2TipbDwRqTZbTSsTUs/s200/serra+8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyze8JNAGGlw_H9Qgd5Z-rNsoxrJFVnpsozKDdS_ncbaQAH2LnYi1IIjDc6iGeIiUXLvf9i0B4I0yrrNS8qGHXCvwg5teUUntlM15_FGx_z-s2Yd0Yu5wESzc-Vj-WAi8-VqM/s1600-h/serra+10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128005602962200162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyze8JNAGGlw_H9Qgd5Z-rNsoxrJFVnpsozKDdS_ncbaQAH2LnYi1IIjDc6iGeIiUXLvf9i0B4I0yrrNS8qGHXCvwg5teUUntlM15_FGx_z-s2Yd0Yu5wESzc-Vj-WAi8-VqM/s200/serra+10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div>All the pieces that have arrived so far are in a staging area waiting to be installed in the building. I still can't fathom how that will happen! Exciting times at LACMA!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV-bCN1Vm6fLtChHLlOcTgI1wq8-pxzzRCOPyv-cyfoj9Q2To02kMxJvwOumRukponMYSOsytAzmYLLjoeUznHQEFa0EIcKYEJ-89lQr1dSafTf1KUNYMCGSGunHhN_5ijVo/s1600-h/serra+11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128005929379714674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV-bCN1Vm6fLtChHLlOcTgI1wq8-pxzzRCOPyv-cyfoj9Q2To02kMxJvwOumRukponMYSOsytAzmYLLjoeUznHQEFa0EIcKYEJ-89lQr1dSafTf1KUNYMCGSGunHhN_5ijVo/s200/serra+11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-71817300035127866792007-10-25T19:22:00.001-07:002007-10-31T21:19:16.515-07:00felted skullsI finished and felted two skulls- Here are the photos..........<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cK3JHs-NE0hkkPS4LE20KAUDOdxV78KlNJysclWC4NSFoFYv4cIYs3wQplf8hy15HQcMk3nBic_DromJMUPi_63DiloNmsvjyHwX1lx8wPU3Ykd6z5hOcQGJ_I0SHdhkfMo/s1600-h/camera+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125465615137920194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cK3JHs-NE0hkkPS4LE20KAUDOdxV78KlNJysclWC4NSFoFYv4cIYs3wQplf8hy15HQcMk3nBic_DromJMUPi_63DiloNmsvjyHwX1lx8wPU3Ykd6z5hOcQGJ_I0SHdhkfMo/s320/camera+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFV80SopA2wpxKv6SyKF7bppPNi_RFiN5xWOsyQf3c_x-mM06OiNx29DZ_LhPutpSxX44enCoDGgHVWYo3_7xqVY92m8YUIKpmn1TAnv_DzsXu9MYiZoknfphq_in54diPUU/s1600-h/camera+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125465512058705074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFV80SopA2wpxKv6SyKF7bppPNi_RFiN5xWOsyQf3c_x-mM06OiNx29DZ_LhPutpSxX44enCoDGgHVWYo3_7xqVY92m8YUIKpmn1TAnv_DzsXu9MYiZoknfphq_in54diPUU/s320/camera+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvZJR-hTeShX8fMCBjATxCOkiI3-AgoBpaKkl1oD9pY5fkPVr1k-OCC2TXk0D_mhFj9mHIgHvt0sExuhWbQSnCIuaH1vf25D2pVaABbtQB3vOr0WtK-cJRQ_fziB6rC7Fr0k/s1600-h/camera+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125465413274457250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvZJR-hTeShX8fMCBjATxCOkiI3-AgoBpaKkl1oD9pY5fkPVr1k-OCC2TXk0D_mhFj9mHIgHvt0sExuhWbQSnCIuaH1vf25D2pVaABbtQB3vOr0WtK-cJRQ_fziB6rC7Fr0k/s320/camera+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-25502209902196204432007-10-16T10:00:00.000-07:002007-10-16T10:31:46.183-07:00Just Is<span style="font-family:verdana;">I know I haven't written on this blog for ions. There are many excuses, mostly technical (my computer died). But it is just too boring for anyone to read about that. Anyway, since my friend </span><a href="http://ellenbloom.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Ellen</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> mentioned me on her blog, I feel like I should at least post SOMETHING new. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">New yarny stuff: </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-I had a knitting break through last summer about tension thanks to Samantha at </span><a href="http://www.abuelitasknittingandneedlepoint.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Abuelita's</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"> </span>in South Pasadena. I was holding the yarn too loose, perfect for crochet, but not right for knitting. Then I went the opposite direction and my knitting was too tight. (On knit rows it was hard to get the needle in) I'm working on loosening up. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-I finished the knitting on a tank top in August from the One Skein book. Cascade- 50% pima cotton, 50 % tencel in light blue. (oh so soft) I just have block and sew. The blocking is a problem because of the kittens and their antics. I think I'm going to try to block in the bathtub... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">- I finished a crochet wrap. It is long and airy. I used Koigu in black and the biggest hook I have- a "p". It is fast becoming my favorite accessory. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-I started my first sweater. I'm using a variagated hand painted Aruacana cotton in lovely shades of green. I have the back completed, and I cast-on the front. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-On </span><a href="http://ellenbloom.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Ellen's</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> suggestion, I'm crocheting a felted skull. Super fast project and the pattern is free from </span><a href="http://cache.lionbrand.com/patterns/70464A.html?noImages="><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Lion Brand Yarn</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I just have one more round to do (I finisned most of it in less than an hour) and I need to felt it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">- I took a sock class at Abuelita's and made my first baby sock. (I'll post pics later.) It is so cute and I love it so much that I carry it around in my pocket like a talisman. This was my first time on double pointed needles. My knit world opened up. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-I crocheted a hat as fast as I could last week to send to Afghans for Afghans. They had a deadline for today to send out 80 cartons of knitted goods for children in Afghanistan. I've been wanting to participate in this project since I picked up the hook. I'll post a pic later. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-on the needles I have a hat that I'm making for Jake. It's kind of a practice hat- I've never knit one, and I want to use my new double pointed skills. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think there's more, but I just can't remember...</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-7941970425251570542007-05-13T16:59:00.001-07:002007-05-13T17:10:37.736-07:00slippers<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esJFFUCfEiA/RkengYGXOxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yaZr-qu_lqc/s1600-h/slippers3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200480668203794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_esJFFUCfEiA/RkengYGXOxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yaZr-qu_lqc/s320/slippers3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I made some slippers for my sister. They are made from a peruvian alpaca/acrylic blend yarn. The pattern is from<span style="color:#66cccc;"> </span><a href="http://www.crochetme.com/frolicking"><span style="color:#66cccc;">crochetme.com</span></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHTOSAc7jeSi4xTQWmyRHEJ_a4nJmV7TpKlDPATPTjYoam2RrhB7RxRBayCk-9lbMJLa9CmoJAmrwN8LPhcrPPVud1lBvuzanX_sFsINgwa9s-fo6Aa0Qd2dI6ztEKgov8b0/s1600-h/slippers.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esJFFUCfEiA/RkenNIGXOwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vLCtwYwXmeo/s1600-h/slippers2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200149955721986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_esJFFUCfEiA/RkenNIGXOwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vLCtwYwXmeo/s320/slippers2.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-58543612775042134732007-04-25T17:53:00.000-07:002007-04-25T18:11:01.541-07:00kitten addition<div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jake and I are adding to our feline family. In the pictures he is only 4 weeks old. This weekend he’ll be six weeks. We might pick him up this weekend or when he is 8 weeks depending on whether his teenage mom is still letting her little ones suckle. (she had a litter of six!) Here are possible names: Dorian Gray or Sasha. Jake and I are smitten. We hope Dervish and Dixie love him too. As you can see, he didn't want to sit still for portraiture. </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEZLbrwoRqXq7UEHPDE-issW5Gfr6jFmaEROTLtfrXkw1zDbWtUUYdyn6Avj7Z1Jr3qXkRf31uunPcxWd-sqWzhPB10IXJi_GchxevHvMzZhXrb1D6a4CV7AeywQ0BlTd_gI/s1600-h/sasha_dorian.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057537384369306322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEZLbrwoRqXq7UEHPDE-issW5Gfr6jFmaEROTLtfrXkw1zDbWtUUYdyn6Avj7Z1Jr3qXkRf31uunPcxWd-sqWzhPB10IXJi_GchxevHvMzZhXrb1D6a4CV7AeywQ0BlTd_gI/s320/sasha_dorian.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGO09kmFuYmyCYunJBg8TlAJCTnoLVV4gWX9R8xfL36w9IRqqOY_-H6C8tL7QpZ9q9b_migF-ZyzBxdU5Q2Cemfh5Il4A3LhtFlia0lMezMx-LrIzmxh-JWgaOCakCwLVXPuU/s1600-h/sasha_dorian_JH.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057537745146559202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGO09kmFuYmyCYunJBg8TlAJCTnoLVV4gWX9R8xfL36w9IRqqOY_-H6C8tL7QpZ9q9b_migF-ZyzBxdU5Q2Cemfh5Il4A3LhtFlia0lMezMx-LrIzmxh-JWgaOCakCwLVXPuU/s320/sasha_dorian_JH.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-71501063128101719012007-04-03T10:26:00.000-07:002007-04-16T18:17:15.384-07:00poem: In praise of knitting<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have been reading Los Angeles poet and instructor <span style="color:#66cccc;">Terry Wolverton's</span> new (simply wonderful) book- <em>Shadow and Praise. </em>In the praise section, there is a poem to knitting. I asked Terry if I could post her poems on my blog. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">This book is in two sections. The second section is a series of "praise" poems. The praise poems are linked by images. What she does is that she praises something that appears in the last few lines of the previous poem. So unexpected. As I was reading them, I kept wondering, what is she going to praise next? </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Anyway, here is the poem</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">from SHADOW AND PRAISE by Terry Wolverton, Main Street Rag, Charlotte, N.C., 2007. <a href="http://www.mainstreetrag.com/store/books.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#66cccc;">http://www.mainstreetrag.com/store/books.php</span></a></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">In praise of knitting<br /><br />However it may appear, nothing is straightforward. Always a tangle, a twist, slip knot turning wrist to wrest my grasp on simplicity. Complicit, I drop stitches too. Gasp. Knit one. Purl two. Nine perfect rows before the pattern switches and I am ribbing. Then I make my home in a new motif. No relief until a wave of worsted undulates across my weathered lap, spills forward to lap my toes. Fevered in summertime, blanket of seed stitch and cable. Troubled hands possessed, I cast on (and on) but where do I bind off? I’ve lost the thread. Forehead puckers. Days unravel, wasted skein. Lulled by needles’ tick. Needles prick my torpid senses.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">And here is the previous poem to In praise of knitting. check out the last image. She makes me want to use a bad fiber arts metaphor to describe her process... </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">In praise of Pandora’s box<br /><br />Hope was not quick enough to join the jailbreak. Her punkass cousins split at the first crack of daylight. Provoked a fracas that swarms the planet still. That’s why I always sign my name with spit. It being her nature, she made the best of prolonged captivity. Grew accustomed to the scent of cedar, sedentary lifestyle. Taught herself to knit. Wingbone needles in her small hands. She yoked a sweater of resignation to replace her original plumage. Now it’s all the rage on the runway. That’s why I speak in my father’s stutter. Someday, she thinks, her hapless guardian might lift the lid again. Her walls grow redolent of wool. Needles clack like bones. Hope knits.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;">And because I just can't resist.... here is the poem that follows In praise of knitting</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66cccc;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66cccc;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">In praise of the senses<br /><br />What do I know with my eyes? I am a child today, lost in fog. Mist spatters my car windows; it’s difficult to breathe. Chimes in wind. Musical bracelets. Perfumed hands more chemical than flower. In the mirror, my eyes are innocent. Marbled and grave. On the anniversary of really looking. I never heard buzzing till the lights were dimmed. My mouth tastes dull and old, the gray of tepid water. Air hisses through swollen cavities. Pen presses its indentation to my middle finger, a palpable effort of words. I wear this mark. I hold so hard. Try as it might, sun can’t push through. Not this day. I see what I see. The rest sloughs off. I teeter on the border of the tangible.</div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-33583987950368079382007-03-18T17:13:00.000-07:002007-03-20T11:45:47.295-07:00Spinning Child Virgin...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOm8Zf-P2S4MZg-Lkh9gotvxF0VrGbwdAKuQNSLKmVPAI-ACqI168YkPL2aVUxspQW4IU1YRyK2LyHp7MSND-og_M4tbmUalLCTDkwr6pjEm6BFUCxDtT97R6aMe6cUtB6EA/s1600-h/Child+Virgin+at+Spinning+Wheel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043423292151350098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOm8Zf-P2S4MZg-Lkh9gotvxF0VrGbwdAKuQNSLKmVPAI-ACqI168YkPL2aVUxspQW4IU1YRyK2LyHp7MSND-og_M4tbmUalLCTDkwr6pjEm6BFUCxDtT97R6aMe6cUtB6EA/s320/Child+Virgin+at+Spinning+Wheel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Look at this fabulous painting of the Virgin Mary spinning. The painting is from Peru, circa late 1600s or early 1700s. I just love it! If I find out more about it, I'll post... </div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-70991073928826508002007-02-13T17:25:00.000-08:002007-02-14T12:56:26.991-08:00learning to knit<span style="font-family:Verdana;">In December I took a beginning knitting class with Franny at <a href="http://www.thatyarnstore.com/"><span style="color:#339999;">That Yarn Store</span></a>. Super fun. But since I was in the middle of making a bunch of xmas gifts, I had to put the knitting aside. While I was in DC at the end of December, niece Raquel taught me how to purl. While I was there, I played around with different stitches, but didn't make anything worth while. Then I couldn't remember how to cast-on. I couldn't remember any of the three cast on methods that I learned from Franny. And I couldn't quite decipher the diagrams in the knitting books I have- Stitch 'n Bitch and Domiknitrix (Jake gave that to me for xmas-what a love). I finally figured it out. whew. I'm not sure if I'm doing them right... I knit a scarf out of the beautiful recycled sari silk yarn that my friend and reigning LA crochet queen <a href="http://ellenbloom.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#339999;">Ellen Bloom</span></a> gave me. I also knit a pair of fingerless gloves, not in the round but by sewing up the side. and I knit a hat for Jake that was too small. I had to give it to my young friend Ben. (see Amigurumi post to see a picture of him.) Now I am frantically making one for Jake that will fit by Valentine's Day. Yikes! I don't have any photos of my knit projects. But I"ll post them when I do. In between the knitting, I have been crocheting too- I made a capelet out of baby alpaca bulky weight yarn in a lovely green. It is modified from the <a href="http://www.crochetme.com/jolly-rancher"><span style="color:#339999;">Jolly Rancher</span></a> pattern on <a href="http://www.crochetme.com/"><span style="color:#339999;">Crochet Me</span> </a>. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Also, I haven't been able to go to WeHo Stitch 'n Bitch in a while due to car trouble, but this week I'll be there! I miss it terribly...<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And! my niece Christina was visiting and I taught her how to crochet. I also gave her a copy of The Happy Hooker. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfElqteUjNj4NXY5AIQ5KfXRAPs5KN-uPV5NNLRVMBFNGQar3uveBqKo8PsV-1AfMK360dj1FLle5sovV0npPQrPEBs8y6tOmTB0MjSEgzW-1mG5xRDpG-C-2x0sHp0nXGIx4/s1600-h/christina&avs+crochet.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031201732332849538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfElqteUjNj4NXY5AIQ5KfXRAPs5KN-uPV5NNLRVMBFNGQar3uveBqKo8PsV-1AfMK360dj1FLle5sovV0npPQrPEBs8y6tOmTB0MjSEgzW-1mG5xRDpG-C-2x0sHp0nXGIx4/s320/christina&avs+crochet.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Christina and I crochet<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Here's a picture of my niece Raquel, my sister Vicky and Machito. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANHZ_hRtoVIfUNeskEVgpph5ANZbHWb0Hqi2RvxAFB_PIYGmc-rSrnECrlMKqkek1wlAYxtb-3W9hnJQ9hyR7HrFAytNFbpaGsxBWwzNJPHpupRIKxcDrsmznqeBHXSJ9Cy8/s1600-h/knitting+v_r_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031200804619913586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANHZ_hRtoVIfUNeskEVgpph5ANZbHWb0Hqi2RvxAFB_PIYGmc-rSrnECrlMKqkek1wlAYxtb-3W9hnJQ9hyR7HrFAytNFbpaGsxBWwzNJPHpupRIKxcDrsmznqeBHXSJ9Cy8/s320/knitting+v_r_m.jpg" border="0" /></a></span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-25912974932749609542007-02-06T17:24:00.000-08:002007-02-07T14:33:25.756-08:00Amigurumi<span style="font-family:verdana;">Last weekend I (finally!) finished amigurumi chipmunks for my friends Sarah and Ben. I was supposed to have finished them in September. But I had some mishaps. Particularly with color. </span><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Here is my first attempt. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9YA2shmouIrmg0Z2gWJvXkgyc6ab64m9Je6xTGZ3XELtplPGyyzVS3O3e_5D3mFwW2knd0iOosBRQ2q8DEJsFvUsuUP-Zh8hFhW6LI7XLqITMosmmEcG57UfEjllMWSfmlo/s1600-h/crochet+thing2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2AueqIPwLTNEguxF90faBWkkmzsTTyVx3SRD-wBet04YSSdctkI_jvtpEkrSl9cST6XNDdmrcA56Rpchvg8ipO7HoQvUZYtQ-NEe_gpW-9sAco3y2kS82F-NSvQKn85pAts/s1600-h/crochet+thing3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028598892426550434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2AueqIPwLTNEguxF90faBWkkmzsTTyVx3SRD-wBet04YSSdctkI_jvtpEkrSl9cST6XNDdmrcA56Rpchvg8ipO7HoQvUZYtQ-NEe_gpW-9sAco3y2kS82F-NSvQKn85pAts/s320/crochet+thing3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jake said that the tail is obscene and that I might traumatize 4-year old Sarah. Now it lives at the office, traveling from cubicle to cubicle. Although, without eyes, I don't know how Crochet Thing moves around.<br /></span><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I ditched Sarah's color choices and started again</span></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here they are waiting in my rocking chair until they go to Ben and Sarah's </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgGPhUCZPE3MRNkf0Q_tEeHz3HmGm6upSOjBmBgbhV0Lb9H9-sGjVWm2h0GtC7HAQIniRTE1AWLj1z9TCTSD_AxDHj9pR3onUJdKt6b9Xud1L_9tMS0WMN3d5SpWHfMuT_3A/s1600-h/chipmonks.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgGPhUCZPE3MRNkf0Q_tEeHz3HmGm6upSOjBmBgbhV0Lb9H9-sGjVWm2h0GtC7HAQIniRTE1AWLj1z9TCTSD_AxDHj9pR3onUJdKt6b9Xud1L_9tMS0WMN3d5SpWHfMuT_3A/s1600-h/chipmonks.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_j4wTCvwAMr8nQqZlzZ3XwhD6bSVJzi3lp9EpAAYJezdx-SXDr8SVwEnOhcoz98COCyWxy46bC_lHYz6vCxv4zVK49krruDG5fbyQdPuo67tTf1wg85RLI-TFRrFIAVpOV0/s1600-h/chipmonks.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028601705630129362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_j4wTCvwAMr8nQqZlzZ3XwhD6bSVJzi3lp9EpAAYJezdx-SXDr8SVwEnOhcoz98COCyWxy46bC_lHYz6vCxv4zVK49krruDG5fbyQdPuo67tTf1wg85RLI-TFRrFIAVpOV0/s320/chipmonks.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sarah's chipmunk made friends with Dixie</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9eT2AhPOrnBPYFPRT6haFW3Cscrq9ZfyKo_UPWDuXgaatd4klyobkkc10nKiIePBnjKAf7-YpBQRqwux6XSVtpLirnKFgZhnKQbr8Y_6az5A8YgzipUJNbuG2buNWEA1t9NQ/s1600-h/chipmonk+&+dixie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028604523128675618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9eT2AhPOrnBPYFPRT6haFW3Cscrq9ZfyKo_UPWDuXgaatd4klyobkkc10nKiIePBnjKAf7-YpBQRqwux6XSVtpLirnKFgZhnKQbr8Y_6az5A8YgzipUJNbuG2buNWEA1t9NQ/s320/chipmonk+%26+dixie.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Finally, they arrive at Ben and Sarah's- with much fanfair and joy</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYDS4yqrt42MchS5BXwBr-fwZl-V2AMohRoyXbbDaf3BGKs7jY6BbDeFtSm7oBvGm-Lx0_lEab_d1tLP-scNB9i3J9QTP1RGwsWOlapctaYUUn9uXeIar3QiMXm-NLZeR7GY/s1600-h/alicia+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028603183098879202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYDS4yqrt42MchS5BXwBr-fwZl-V2AMohRoyXbbDaf3BGKs7jY6BbDeFtSm7oBvGm-Lx0_lEab_d1tLP-scNB9i3J9QTP1RGwsWOlapctaYUUn9uXeIar3QiMXm-NLZeR7GY/s320/alicia+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLGQWlQ3P3WrQtb4eBHL5IwqFUSVCpK9tRWtd-6wyT5WN64e7Owegn02n-WbOI1kjVZQeJfpBOBdtF-AYEe1jyhbQN-c0ksrTyTMrTMRAxfoa44edz9Ek0SfXlSyYJ4mt6TA/s1600-h/alicia+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028603780099333362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLGQWlQ3P3WrQtb4eBHL5IwqFUSVCpK9tRWtd-6wyT5WN64e7Owegn02n-WbOI1kjVZQeJfpBOBdtF-AYEe1jyhbQN-c0ksrTyTMrTMRAxfoa44edz9Ek0SfXlSyYJ4mt6TA/s320/alicia+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKU5k1YJfPBJ2AFTPhG_7Ge3gJrPhixAYzwNbfSY5JZIv-bBwn9CrkYTQbaHgwgYCLk42hGTqRmIHLp_nL3hjD3woj_vQs5BYuEiqrVFdCkhR6KhXBnNYSvf7xkdfjQ-2dwg/s1600-h/alicia+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028603947603057922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKU5k1YJfPBJ2AFTPhG_7Ge3gJrPhixAYzwNbfSY5JZIv-bBwn9CrkYTQbaHgwgYCLk42hGTqRmIHLp_nL3hjD3woj_vQs5BYuEiqrVFdCkhR6KhXBnNYSvf7xkdfjQ-2dwg/s320/alicia+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_q5QKNNjyyR6tmsSSh7xQHCNpU8Tgs0qY4nVkPQCHFY3h_Jjclla9efDatWLEy-EUdIjiq0U6lhI64FTWGOpZmoBpdqpGMEp77Ug1rcb8GzjEYacOAZgeuNBgqnrhYOR6DA/s1600-h/alicia+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028604158056455442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_q5QKNNjyyR6tmsSSh7xQHCNpU8Tgs0qY4nVkPQCHFY3h_Jjclla9efDatWLEy-EUdIjiq0U6lhI64FTWGOpZmoBpdqpGMEp77Ug1rcb8GzjEYacOAZgeuNBgqnrhYOR6DA/s320/alicia+025.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-66537265446148777802007-01-21T17:49:00.000-08:002007-01-21T17:50:43.730-08:00albino squirrel in DC<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDghyrG37q-yGuKhuJNQFzXzXCNI_0Re_aWDPTJNNcQBDObUgTr0p20zU2YqkQ2LNX-H0kERnuop4s2UscImm2y4VMiBzgHTp4su-HkBxcJE3X9uk6f_CMlkdslDo-wK1_TD4/s1600-h/albino+squirrel+cropped.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022666261667276754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDghyrG37q-yGuKhuJNQFzXzXCNI_0Re_aWDPTJNNcQBDObUgTr0p20zU2YqkQ2LNX-H0kERnuop4s2UscImm2y4VMiBzgHTp4su-HkBxcJE3X9uk6f_CMlkdslDo-wK1_TD4/s320/albino+squirrel+cropped.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-60301070422552996922007-01-20T12:59:00.000-08:002007-01-20T13:08:43.808-08:00shesh!<span style="font-family: verdana;">Okay, it seems like it has been a million years since I last posted. Actually it has been six scarves, 1 hat, 25 flower pins, 1 frogged slipper, 1 almost finished pair of slippers, a shawl, 1 pair of fingerless gloves... perhaps something else but I can't remember. My hook has been busy. (though not as busy as other stichers that I know.)I also learned how to knit from Franny</span><a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.thatyarnstore.com"></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> at </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.thatyarnstore.com">That Yarn Store</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And I was away over the holidays. First in Lake Arrowhead for xmas, then to DC to visit family. Jake. I have some great photos of everything- but here comes the main reason I haven't blogged- my computer is on the fritz and just won't turn on. It looks like I'll have to get a new one. Anyway, until then, I'llpost when I get to steal time on a computer. Right now I'm on Jake's (that I can use whenever he's not using it) but his is low on memory, so I can't get my photos on it. drat. Well, hopefully in the next few days I can post the picture of an albino squirrel I saw in DC... </span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-63364426383316901972006-12-06T23:39:00.000-08:002006-12-06T23:45:51.932-08:00a new little person<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUISgKAZZ1ExSlQqmCBPRdVO0Ou4Zzyu8hWj3Oh3_2QkSDAR16zGqOsLD3drwK3zORxHj0tjzCxeelIFPwq5oZ-YkOHnX4ghYnQeIJvlImH6lvQ3ek1TZP6bq2Q671677F8E/s1600-h/rene+blkt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUISgKAZZ1ExSlQqmCBPRdVO0Ou4Zzyu8hWj3Oh3_2QkSDAR16zGqOsLD3drwK3zORxHj0tjzCxeelIFPwq5oZ-YkOHnX4ghYnQeIJvlImH6lvQ3ek1TZP6bq2Q671677F8E/s320/rene+blkt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005687633659013394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Little Rene was born to my friend </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.deniseuyehara.com/">Denise</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and her husband Marcel. I am so happy for them. He is beautiful. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Here is the blanket and hat I made for him<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-24490841355940428682006-11-17T18:39:00.000-08:002006-11-28T07:39:47.479-08:00Highland Park Farmer's Market<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/market.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/market.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Every Tuesday night I go to the farmer's market in Highland Park. It is small and there isn't a huge variety of produce, but the quality is high, the prices are good and everyone is friendly. The market started about six months ago- what a change in my neighborhood's quality of life. I think it makes such a difference. Not only do we get to eat quality food and meet the people who grow what we eat, there is a sense of community at the market. Author Michael Pollan says that the next revolution in food is the rejection of bar codes and all that they symbolize. Where was your apple grown? Chile? Australia? I'd rather buy my apples from the Ha family or Johna's<br />Farm.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/320323/apples-mrkt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/320/963773/apples-mrkt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There is no way that I can buy all the food I eat at a farmer's market. But at least almost all the vegetables and fruit I eat is grown locally. It is markets like this one that make that possible. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/151143/beets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/320/338396/beets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">when you arrive at the market, you might be greeted by Jeff and Christopher. Ricky, the main organizer is usually around as well. I didn't get a picture of him, but his friendly attitude and welcoming spirit foster a sense of community.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/696244/Christopher%26Jeff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/320/361540/Christopher%26Jeff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The market has a frequent buyer card, there are prizes for coming often. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Misty and Sumiko will punch your frequent shopper card. Misty is also one of the main organizers of the market. Misty and her husband made an amazing haunted house for Halloween. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/misty%20%26%20sumiko.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/misty%20%26%20sumiko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here is Julio and the delectable carrots I bought. So crunchy and sweet. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/577435/julio-mrkt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/320/868275/julio-mrkt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I buy asparagus, green beans and eggplant from Salvador. In the summer, he sells melt in your mouth cantaloupe.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/971834/Salvador%20mrkt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7774/3949/320/380289/Salvador%20mrkt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jan is the "herb lady". She started selling herbs at farmer's markets because she was growing so much in her garden. I've been using the curry thyme I bought from her in my lentils- yum. She also makes a shea butter and lavender cream.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/Jan-mrkt.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/Jan-mrkt.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is Patricia. I buy most of my veggies from her. Especially lettuce and beets. At her stand, there are always great deals. The farm is in Oxnard.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/Patricia-Mrkt.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/Patricia-Mrkt.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.thatyarnstore.com/">That Yarn Store</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> in Eagle Rock has a table they share with </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.sugarbutterbex.com/">Sugarbutterbex</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">. Often they have an art workshop that kids can participate in.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Here is Thea from That Yarn Store knitting with Misty's son. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/thea%20mrkt%20knit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/thea%20mrkt%20knit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.arroyoartscollective.org/">Arroyo Arts Collective</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> also has table set-up. Here is Amy knitting.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/amy%20mrkt%20knit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/amy%20mrkt%20knit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll finish this post with lettuce. No need to say more...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/lettuce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/lettuce.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-69269058031090876182006-11-14T21:32:00.000-08:002006-11-16T07:40:23.489-08:00Knitzilla b-day party!<span style="font-family:georgia;">Last night I went to Knitzilla's 2nd birthday party. Here is a description of Knitzilla from their website:</span> <b style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Knitzilla! is a group of yarn addicts </b><span style="font-family:georgia;">of all genders who get together Monday nights in Silverlake to chat and knit or crochet. We welcome new knitters to come and learn-we'll show you the basics! We are an all-ages group that believes in investing in our community.</span><i face="georgia"><b>Knitzilla! </b>members pledge to support our community through at least one project each year. Give back through craft! Check out our <a href="http://www.raincircle.com/beanie">Rad Bad Beanies Project</a>!<br /><br /></i><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span>Knitzilla members have given crochet and knit hats, blankets, scarves, sweaters to a variety of causes, including Afghans for Afghans, Rad Bad Beanies Project, to Katrina victims, Stitches from the Heart. I have only attended one meeting and the party last night. But I will be going back. It is a great group- very friendly. The woman who started this group-Bug- is really amazing. She did a fabulous job organizing the party last night. Tons of raffle items. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera and didn't take any pictures at the party. but when I came home, I took photos of the raffle items I won. I made out like a bandit!<br /><br />I won:<br /><br />1. a subscription to Craftzine! check it out- http://www.craftzine.com/<br /><br /><br />2. 2 skeins of bamboo yarn donated by <a href="http://www.thatyarnstore.com"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">That Yarn Store in Eagle Rock</span></a>! I think I am going to make a farmer's market bag.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/bamboo%20yarn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/bamboo%20yarn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br />3. Everyone got some clover knitting needles and pair of cute scissors. Now I am set to learn how to knit! We were all also given t-shirts and some coupons, including 15% off at the Black Sheep Knittery<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/scissors-knit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/scissors-knit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />4. A sassy canister for storing knitting needles donated by <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.jordanapaige.com">Jordana Paige</a>. In my favorite color! Isn't it cute? <br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/cannister.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/cannister.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />5. and a pair of Knit Lite knitting needles! Dixie really liked them- Maybe she'll learn to knit with me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/1600/dixie%20light%20needles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7774/3949/320/dixie%20light%20needles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><i style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></i><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1162364363580245402006-10-31T22:40:00.000-08:002006-11-08T23:59:36.989-08:00Babies!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">This year I have four friends having babies. Of course that means- CROCHET!!!<br />At work tomorrow we're having a baby shower for my dear friends Elizabeth and Pattie. They are both having girls. I decided to make hat and blamket sets for them. I didn't finish the blankets yet, but I did finish the hats.<br /><br /><br />Here's the hat for Elizabeth's baby: </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/em%20hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/em%20hat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And for Pattie's baby: </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/pe%20hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/pe%20hat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1161672411162765482006-10-23T23:10:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:36.837-08:00October 23, 1989<span style="font-family:georgia;">Today is 17 years since my mother passed away. In some ways every year gets a little easier, the pain is not acute. </span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">This morning I cut some flowers from the garden, moved her picture to the mantel, and put the flowers in front of her picture. Marigolds. I went to work. Everything I did today, I took her with me. </span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Although it is easier, there is a sadness I carry in me. I sometimes think it will go away- there is not a day that I don't think of her. It sounds trite, but my heart broke when she died. My family changed- everyone moved away. I am grateful that my father is still alive. I am grateful that he found someone to love. He is 84 and in terrific shape. I have to acknowledge that I am sad that he lives in Ecuador- although he has a fulfilling life there, and I wouldn't want him to not have it. I am still sad not to see him frequently. </span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />And I am grateful that my mom and I had time when she was sick to resolve issues, for me to see her has a woman, not just as my mother. </span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />For years, perhaps a dozen, I carried my grief like a badge, like a definition of who I was. A motherless daughter. The grief was how I measured my love for her. My siblings are a lot older than I am. When she died, they had children and spouses. I perceived that they did not feel her death as acutely as I did. I was wrong and unfair. I carried my loneliness along side the grief. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">The art I make, especially poetry, came from this grief. Although today I miss her, I am no longer consumed nor defined by her illness and death.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">She tried to teach me to crochet, but I wasn't patient enough. When I finally learned last May, the hook felt comfortable in my hand, like a body memory. Now, every stitch I make is a remembrance. </span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1161493278597941972006-10-21T21:34:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:36.655-08:00who I live with<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/dixie%20kitten.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/dixie%20kitten.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There have been complaints from the beings that I live with that their pictures aren't on my blog</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is Dixie Dear. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/dervish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/dervish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/Jake%26DervishDarling.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/Jake%26DervishDarling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">This is Dervish Darling<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and Jakey with Dervish when Dervish was a kitten.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/j%26a%20wedding.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/j%26a%20wedding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And Jake and I at my brother's wedding. </span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1161410075586032182006-10-20T22:14:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:36.509-08:00bowling birthday<span style="font-family:verdana;">Last Sunday my darling friends Reina and John celebrated their birthday at All Star Bowl in Eagle Rock. Since I can't bowl (doctor's orders), I took photos.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/reina%26john.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/reina%26john.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">(Yes, I made birthday scarfs.)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/reina%20ma%20elena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/reina%20ma%20elena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Poets Reina and Maria Elena<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/reina%20bowl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/reina%20bowl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Santa Perversa prays to the bowling goddess. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/john%20bowl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/john%20bowl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">John...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Yummy cake from Phoenix Bakery in Chinatown.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/john%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/john%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/reina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/reina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank you Reina and John for a wonderful time!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1160665367120251322006-10-12T07:42:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:36.354-08:00Urban Parrots<span style="font-family:verdana;">quick post before I go to work-<br /><br />It is October and the large flocks of urban parrots are back in Highland Park. This morning, I got up super early and I was working in our vegetable garden- picking some arugula and tomatoes for lunch, pulling a few weeds, pulling out a couple of dead tomato plants. I heard them flying, first the squawking. (What a commotion those birds make talking to each other.) Then, they were overhead and magnificent- over a hundred parrots. The flock flying left then right in unison. I almost couldn't contain my joy. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I sit here typing, I can hear their jabbering through the closed window in my study. I imagine they found a fruit tree or they are moving down the street. In the house I used to live on avenue 66, they would roost in the backyard mulberry tree. I could see them up close. Brilliant green, shock of scarlet. (oh my, now they are even louder, they must be flying over the house.) These birds symbolize Highland Park for me. Hold that thought, I'll explore it later. Now I MUST get in the shower and go to work...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1160069915477384962006-10-05T10:35:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:36.199-08:00sweater update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/sweet2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/sweet2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quick post-<br />I'm getting closer... must go crochet more, must go crochet more, must go crochet more...<br /><br /><br /></span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1159885201138930902006-10-03T06:49:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:35.939-08:00Book Club + crochet along<span style="font-family:verdana;">On Saturday the book club I belong to met at my house. We read Gabriel Garcia Marquez' <span style="font-style: italic;">One Hundred Years of Solitude. </span><br /><br />As we talked about the book, we ate yummy food. Here is a beautiful pear cake that Ximena baked. You can order one too! www.classictreats.com<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/pear%20cake.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/pear%20cake.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />I read One Hundred Years a few times in collage, but hadn't read it in over 10 years. Even in English, this book has such a resonance. Everyone enjoyed the book- of yellow butterflies, candy animals, bones that that clac-clac. Ursula, the many Aurelianos and Jose Arcadios, Meme, Mauricio Babilonia. The politics and history of Colombia in gorgeous language.<br /><br />Here's where I am with my sweater. I only had to rip 4 inches out, once!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/sweater.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/sweater.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1159251631867156612006-09-25T23:10:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:35.767-08:00Crochet-Along<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/yarn%20balls.jpg"><img title="CAL button" alt="CAL button" src="http://www.crochetme.com/images/sweet_cal.jpg" border="0" height="50" width="150" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have chosen the yarn, ultrafine alpaca/wool blend in charcoal and ultrafine wool Filatura de Crosa in olive: </span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/yarn%20balls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/yarn%20balls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I made a ball </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/yarn%20ball.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/yarn%20ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Decided on a stitch (hdc). I made a gauge swatch (4 stitches/inch), measured the back of my neck (7 inches so that the neckline is not too tight), made the calculations. </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And started my sweater</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/sweet%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/sweet%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hope I don't have to start over too many times... </span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1159244977310144332006-09-25T21:06:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:34.530-08:00Screaming Queens ScreeningMy finace is organizing a wonderful event at CSUN: a screening of the documentary Screaming Queens. Screaming Queens was made by our friend Susan Stryker. Rumour has it that Andy Warhol Superstar Holly Woodlawn will make an appearance. See below for details.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">THE CENTER FOR SEX & GENDER RESEARCH<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">PRESENTS<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">SCREAMING QUEENS</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">THE MOVIE AND THE FILMMAKER</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />It's a hot August night in San Francisco in 1966. Compton's Cafeteria, in the seedy Tenderloin district, is hopping with its usual assortment of transgender people, young street hustlers and down-and-out regulars. When a surly cop, accustomed to manhandling the clientele, tries to arrest one of the queens for making too much noise, she throws her coffee in his face. Windows break, furniture flies, the fighting spills out onto the street. For the first time, drag queens band together to fight back. For everyone at Compton's that night, one thing was certain: things would never be the same. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Screaming Queens</span> introduces viewers to a diverse cast of former prostitutes, drag performers, police officers, ministers and neighborhood activists, all of whom played a part in the events leading up to the riot. The documentary links the riot to the larger social upheavals affecting the U.S. in the 1960s. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Screaming Queens</span> explores the reverberations of the rise of transgender activism, a story in which the riot plays a pivotal role. Writer, director, producer <span style="font-weight: bold;">Susan Stryker</span> – an internationally recognized scholar of sexuality and gender – will answer questions after the screening.<br /><br />For more information about the film, you may visit<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">http://www.screamingqueensmovie.com</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday, October 5, 7:30 p.m.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oviatt Library Presentation Room</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">California State University, Northridge</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />This event is free and open to the public. Parking at CSUN costs $4.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For more information, please call 818-677-2638</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;">Co-sponsors: Oviatt Library, College of Humanities, Center for Ethics & Values, Departments of Asian American Studies, English, and Philosophy, Masters Program in Social Work</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357982.post-1159054418213316012006-09-23T16:06:00.000-07:002006-11-08T23:59:34.272-08:00First Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/1600/AVS.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4237/3535/320/AVS.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have been thinking about blogging since I started going to the West Hollywood sitch 'n bitch meetings last May. Besides learning my new obsession- crochet- I discovered a group of amazing people, who are creative, a blast, and who blog. They all have blogs! I felt out of the loop, felt like I was missing something. And then Annika started a web ring for WeHo snb, and well, I admit, I'm a joiner. So here I am. There's a bunch of things I still can't figure out- like how to join the ring or add links. Eventually it will be old hat. I was lucky to figure out how to add a picture.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">The other thing about blogs that appeals to me is that the writing is so immediate. Since I'm a poet, every word in a poem is very deliberate and measured. Blogs are looser and I like the idea of getting my thoughts out, without worrying so much.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I also decided now is the time to blog is that the website Crochet Me is having a crochet-along and</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I have to have a blog to really participate fully.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Here, I've copied the info on it from their website:<br /></span><div class="content"> <p style="font-family: times new roman;">Welcome to the Crochet Me's first ever Crochet Along! </p><p style="font-family: times new roman;">The madness starts Wednesday, September 27th.<br />In the mean-time--choose your yarn, get the button, spread the word--it's going to be sweet!</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;">We can't wait to see what you are going to do with the <a title="Sweet Sweater" target="_self" href="http://www.crochetme.com/sweet">Sweet</a> sweater, and we'll talk about it all here. </p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm looking forward to crocheting this sweater in community. It will be my first fitted garment. I'm sure I'll have a ton of questions.<br /><br /><br />I'm looking forward to being a part of this community!<br /></span><p><br /></p> </div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630849325673961191noreply@blogger.com4