Showing posts from March, 2014

Mittens and Mortality

I heard something on Wiretap about a website that tries to reconnect people with their lost mittens.  It was a sweet and quirky piece on loss, about how a mitten is sometimes one of the first losses we suffer that no one but us really cares about. Parents don’t post signs all over the city, trying to find your mitten.  If you’re lucky, you get new mittens, but the new mittens aren’t as good as the ones you had.  It might also be one of the first times we notice that the value in some things is because it’s a pair.  Half becomes useless. 
There’s also something tender about mittens themselves.  They convert our dexterous hands into little warm paws that you can hide things in, like a dime to call your mom if you need to.
About 25 years ago, I bought a book on knitting mittens.  Pretty standard: a dozen patterns with pictures and instructions.  For some reason, maybe because I was on a long car trip across the country with little to read, I read the introduction, and it got me really c…

Horoscope in Pictures

These are a few pics from the desert.  I don't have a real camera, just an iPhone, and it was so bright that I couldn't really see, I'd just aim the phone and hope it captured some of it.  I guess the way I'm living the rest of my life.  Can't really see, just hope I get some of it right. Thanks for bearing with me.  Route talk.

Aries (3/21 – 4/19):  

Taurus (4/20 – 5/20):  
Cancer (6/22 – 7/21)

Leo (7/23 – 8/22):  

Virgo (8/23 – 9/22):  

Libra (9/23 – 10/22): 

What happens in Vegas....

Aries (3/21 – 4/19):  My little M. and I are perhaps the last people on earth who haven't been to Las Vegas, so it's probably weird to write about it, like, um, yeah, we knew that, we've all been there.  Like a post about Christmas.  "And then people SHOP.  A lot!  And bring a tree inside!!"  But I had no idea.  I can't even find words.  All I keep thinking is, my sister must never come here; she would be so over-stimulated she would be throwing up within minutes.  

M. and I were wishing R. were here because he'd totally know what to do with this place, and he'd make us laugh, not that we aren't, but it would be funnier with someone who wasn't quite so busy taming the voices that say, FLIGHT FLIGHT FLIGHT."  Aries, quiet those screaming flight voices in your world this week.  Yours or someone elses.
Taurus (4/20 – 5/20):  Speaking of flight... on the plane yesterday, I was trying to do a complicated knitting thing because I could.  Knitting…

Ice Fishing in America

On-line dating, it turns out, is not unlike ice fishing.

Ice fishing: Bundle up, venture into the biting cold in a location that may have fish. Act like it’s not terrible.

Internet dating: Dress up. Go out alone to meet a stranger. Act like it’s not terrible.

 Ice fishing: drill a hole through several inches of ice, accidentally drop a mitten into bitter cold water, hope to catch a fish. Pretend this is a super fun lark, and you’re getting a huge kick out of it.

Internet dating: Conversationally drill through layers of protection and scar tissue; hope to connect with another human being. Pretend this is a super fun lark, and you’re getting a huge kick out of it.

Ice fishing: Hold the metal drill with a bare wet hand in wind chill that makes you wonder how much of your skin will remain with the drill.

Internet dating: (I won’t carry the metaphor here, that of holding a cold drill with a bare hand.)

Ice fishing: After the line is in the water, go into a cozy hut with good friends, dr…