Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Because I could not stop for Death

As I was walking home along the secluded trails between Goleta Beach and home, a spectre came toward me, gauzy robes whipped by the wind, her pale finger pointing directly to me as her black steed approached. Her ominous voice growled, "You're next..."



How cool! It was my neighbor and her neighling, out for a Halloween adventure! Later, I got this picture while she was wandering the 'hood. This picture really doesn't properly capture her ghoulishness--something about being in the 'burbs at sunset kinda blows the illusion. Make no mistake: Death's horse is not the color of a snickers bar. He is as dark as Satan's armpit. In any case, my neighbor Death was awesome. She even gave me a ride home! Thanks for dropping me off, Death!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Creepy Creature Feature

One of the things that inspired me to start knitting was a really cute mermaid doll I saw at Knit & Pearl Boutique. The pattern comes from Dream Toys (thanks, Mom!) and there's an example of the finished mermaid here (though I think Pearl is even cuter)...

So, cute mermaid dolls are definitely on my project list. But I have mixed feelings about mermaids, generally speaking, since for every little Ariel singing with her fishy friends under the sea, there is a mummified sea-monkey stalking swimmers from the kelpy depths. For Halloween, I chose to knit a little tribute to Barnum's vintage Feejee Mermaid.

Before casting on, I reviewed the history of the Feejee Mermaid, which is really the history of believing what we want to believe and the perception of truth in the media. The Museum of Hoaxes site gives a thorough history, including the critical role of newspapers in advancing Barnum's hoax.

In 1842, the body of the Feejee Mermaid arrived in New York City, immediately greeted by the prototypical paparazzi. She was introduced to the eager reporters by "Dr. J. Griffin," the newspapers bought into the fish story hook, line, and sinker. Barnum just happened to have some extra woodcuts of mermaids that he allowed the newspapers to run alongside their Feejee stories. The public fell immediately in love. Then they saw her dessicated monkey face. A reporter from the Charleston Courier wrote
Of one allusion… the sight of the wonder has forever robbed us — we shall never again discourse, even in poesy, of mermaid beauty, nor woo a mermaid even in our dreams — for the Feejee lady is the very incarnation of ugliness.

Even then, maybe especially then, the public believed. Maybe the mythical buxom siren mermaid was too good to be true, but the Feejee was almost too ugly not to be real. As the public, we have always been suspicious of perfection and quick to magnify shortcomings. It's as if a thing or person is not real without a flaw, so we are willing to believe the inverse: that flaws are proof of the genuine article. It's the Barnum Politik, a certain willingness to be had, under the right circumstances. Something to think about as the elections approach.

In any case, here she is, my little Feejee—a real fake, a hand-knit hoax, with a genuine simulated sepia print. I think she's kinda cute, in her own hideous way.


Monday, October 29, 2007

I said WARM knit scarf

Natalie Dee
nataliedee.com

Back in the bin, buddy...

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Farewell to Sandy Crack!

According to this article in the noo Santa Barbara Noozhawk, the future of Goleta Beach may be an impermeable groin.

Rubbing two sticks together

There's nothing like a good knitting binge to put one in the mood for cold weather. Luckily, I finished a scarf for my sister during the brief cold spell, so I could knit washcloths during the Santa Anas. If fire breaks out near your house, call me! I'll bring over enough damp, handknit washcloths to shingle your whole house.

I'm happy to report that 0% of San Diego County homes with my knitting inside were damaged by fire. The little knit dolls at the top of the page were made for my mom and sister (thanks to my brutha for the excellent photo). Both had to evacuate during the Witch fire this week, but because of their Fire-B-Gone(tm) dolls, all are safe back in undamaged houses as of last night.

OK, maybe it wasn't because of the dolls, but I'm going to keep knitting just in case.

Welcome home, to all of you.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Harder Better Faster Stronger Blogger

In the "Oooo! Look what I found" category: lots of cool blogger tricks!

And in the "People most likely to make knitting a spectator sport" category:


Casting On

My favorite part of discovering a new interest is learning a new vocabulary. In knitting, casting on is the first row of stitches on the needle. The process is a little like cat's cradle, a little like talking to yourself in sign language. It's like trying to convince the needle to play the knitting game with you.

So much of life occurs in our minds. Our visions, our decisions, and shifts in attitude can change everything without leaving a fingerprint.

It's rare to be able to feel a new beginning with your fingers, to hold that soft weight of possibility in your hands.

It's on, dares the needle. So what are you going to do about it?