Just havin’ a laugh….
(Warning some use of expletives)
Just havin’ a laugh….
(Warning some use of expletives)
It’s too early to post Friday funnies, but I needed a good laugh this week. This has nothing to do with fiber craft, but… I saw this last week at a friends house and I nearly died laughing at the part that is about 2 1/2 minutes into the video. Poor little kitties. There’s one that looks particularly sad with his paws pointing down.
I went on a “youtangent” and started viewing more videos with “stupid pet tricks.” There must be a thousand videos of people talking to their cats (or insisting that their cats know how to talk). I even found one with subtitles. Here’s a frightening thought… what would happen if through our attempts to entertain ourselves with cat-chatter… we actually did teach cats how to talk and they taught each other?
“Oh Don Piano!”
Poor thing sounds like he’s having a cat-seizure
At knit night last week, I really tried give an adequate description of the lileks.com site. I have sort of an odyssey back through fashion and time when ever I look at the lileks website. It’s true that much of the stuff here comes from way before my time, but I still enjoy the trip. This site houses one of my most favorite kitsch visuals on the web:
You need to click through the entire site, as you get a ‘walking tour’ of this fabulous hotel (which no longer exists). It looks like an architectural nightmare. I can picture indoor astroturf and red shag carpet. So many beautiful things came out of this era… and so many terribly ugly things too. It seems that this was really a time when people were experimenting with style. Is it me, or have we only been re-hashing styles and reliving nostalgia for the past two decades? Maybe the unique elements of fashion are as imperceptible as the impact of history to contemporary individuals.
I sometimes think that the Old Navy and “That Seventies Show” together brought back some of the seventies fashion. And just fading from the limelight (hopefully) has been the obsession with the Eighties. I noticed that despite this ‘dip into the past,’ people are still being selective about what the bring back. Fortunately, there’s been no resurgence of ‘bell bottom’ pants or tidal wave bangs. On the other hand, all these people who adore 80’s music revivals seem to listen only the crap top 40’s. There’s no accounting for taste. Perhaps people want to embrace the vacuous and vapid culture of the 80’s because it’s as good an escape as anything else. Perhaps the nation’s young adults are regressing into their childhood because with the impending doom of failed economies and global warming there’s little else where they can run but to the past.
I barely remember the early to mid seventies, my memories include this polyester pantsuit my mother wore that had the following colors in it (avocado green, mustard yellow, and orange-red). I used to call it her “Del Monte brand” outfit. I also remember the old Betty Crocker Cookbook we had (in a ring binder). I think I tore out the page with the space cupcakes by accident. You could see my greasy little finger prints all over the page, all evidence of my obsessive pleading to make them. My mother, wasn’t much of a cook back then you see, plus she was incredibly health conscious so making cakes and cookies was almost always out of the question.
My other memories of the 70’s include Famolare shoes, culottes in rusty orange corduroy, page boy haircuts for boys, satin roller derby jackets, the old blue Bel Air my dad used to drive, Holly Hobby and “Love Is…” posters, Jaime Lee Curtis, and Magic Rocks and Sea Monkeys. I don’t think we ever owned a circular bed or had a patch of shag carpet in our house. I’m assuming my mother probably immediately saw that as a dust magnet and allergy hazard.
Still sometimes when I look back into my childhood, I find it reassuring. Perhaps it’s because all those old things seem fresh and new again. It’s as if I was looking at them with the eyes of youth.
Nothing to do with Knitting, but…
The Marlon Brando scene at the end is classic.
I had this fantasy at my old job (which I did not really like) that the day I went nuts or quit… I would suddenly break into song in my cubicle and start singing the Spongebob Squarepants theme as loud as I could. “Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?!”
Of course, I never got to do it. I quit while I was on medical leave.
I really like the Knitting Help site as a tutorial site.
I recently held a Knit Nite at my house and made sure we had a laptop computer set up in the crafting area so that we could reference sites like Knitting Help or even stitch references/instructions and patterns. Okay, we also used it to look up some catty and dark stuff like the Hannah Montana fraud and even learn more about the bizarre and horrifying case of My Space cyber bullying, but when you get a bunch of women together for a craft night topics will wander of course to some topics of some scandal. When guys get together for tool night, what do they talk about?…. Never mind, I don’t want to know.
I’m on the search for more video tutorials available on Youtube, and I found this pretty funny video on how to knit Ramen noodles with chopsticks:
Cautionary note: if you truly love Jane Austen books just be forewarned. You may not want to read further… I have a bit of a complicated opinion about her writing and characters… Well, I warned you.
Whenever I take up “Pride and Prejudice” or “Sense and Sensibility,” I feel like a barkeeper entering the Kingdom of Heaven. I mean, I feel as he would probably feel, would almost certainly feel. I am quite sure I know what his sensations would be—and his private comments. He would be certain to curl his lip, as those ultra-good Presbyterians went filing self-complacently along. Because he considered himself better than they? Not at all. They would not be to his taste—that is all.
My apologies, but this has nothing to do with knitting.
Apparently Jane Austen fans are “getting their knickers” in a bunch over the recent film Becoming Jane because it alludes that the inspirational spark for her genius came from a man. When I read this article I remembered a funny clip from the show Red Dwarf from the episode “Beyond a Joke” (where the Characters go to “Pride and Prejudice Land’ in “Jane Austen World”):
Okay, so Becoming Jane is probably based on very tenuous information about Austen’s life, but it’s just a movie. And who says that we women can’t have male muses? Or the inspiration for the soul of art is gender-based?! I’m not a Jane Austen fan. Maybe I’m not really a woman and I’m certainly NOT a connoisseur of literature, but for me her books basically serve as a substitute for Nyquil.* I know there’ll be hell to pay somewhere/someday for me posting my opinion on Jane Austen.
Yes, Austen may have been a pioneer of her time at portraying women as vibrant and noble characters in literature, as pointed out quite eloquently by this blogger, and I appreciate that so many people love her books, but I’ve always felt like an outsider to my sex because I don’t particularly enjoy the superficial flirting and drama that drives the plot in these stories. I’m basically a low-context woman and the coquetries and indirect actions of some of Austen’s characters just irritate me. I know that Austen was probably a good observer of the human machinations and intricacies of relationships of her day, but I just suspect that women (and even men) at times get so involved in the whole ‘foreplay’ and ‘titillation’ of the heroines’ flirting and teasing of their suitors… and become entwined with the whole ‘idea’ of romance that they forget about the complications and human difficulties that come with love. Take the good with the bad when it comes to love, and realize that there’s more than the hunt and chase.
I read Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. I started reading Emma, but I just couldn’t get past the first three chapters without drifting off to sleep. About Pride and Prejudice, I think the only character that I can relate to in the book is the sensible and frank Mr. Bennet who openly admits that his youngest daughters are dingbats. Frankly, and again I may be speaking heresy, but Elizabeth Bennet completely irritates me as a character. I think the only thing I found admirable about her was that she walked several miles to see her ill sister and apparently didn’t care that the house guests at the Bingley’s manor mocked her for her muddy and travel-stained clothing. Still, the hubris she wallows in through most of the book is too much for me to stand. As far as I’m concerned, both she and Mr. Darcy deserve each other because they are perhaps the most irritating couple ever portrayed in literature. I’ve often thought that it would be interesting if someone wrote and epilogue of what happened after they actually get together. But perhaps maybe I’m only looking at the story with the eyes of a person who grew up in the 20th century.
Still, it irks me that a woman who perhaps never consummated any love relationship has basically authored what for many has become the Western standard for romantic love. I haven’t read all of her books, but did Austen actually write about what happens in a romantic relationship after it’s flowered then matured? Sometimes seeing the fruits of relationships that have lasted the test of time is just as rewarding as the excitement that comes from the beginning.
Actually, as I write this, thinking about Austen’s novels and reading some of the comments posted on her writing (from people who both hate** and love Jane Austen) has made me want to pick up the Emma one more time and give it yet another try. I want to try to appreciate her portrait of women at the time as courageous characters characters and perhaps even find evidence of Austen’s own defiance towards the conventions of her time. I just might need a little caffeine.
* But I do enjoy a good Gothic tale. Mary Shelly and Isak Dinesen all the way. Also, I’m more of a Russian Literature fan (Doestoevsky and Chekov in particular).
**Apparently Mark Twain had strong opinions about Jane Austen as a writer
Though this article hints that perhaps he was a closet fan and conflicted between his irritation by the conventions in her writings and character portrayals and his genuine appreciation for her ability to capture problems with human nature.
Other interesting links I found: