Last weekend we celebrated Gingko's high school graduation (two years ahead of schedule!) with a fine dinner in San Francisco. She chose to wear Marilyn Van Keppel's Faroese Shawl (from an old Knitter's magazine) over her sophisticated black dress. I'm so very proud of her!
The shawl, for those intent on knitting content, was knit of Lace-weight spun Icelandic yarn from Schoolhouse Press. This is amazing stuff--feels sort of stiff and string-like in the ball but blooms to a lovely soft warm light garment when washed.
A Well-Attended Party
On Tuesday, Carl Jung, George Bernard Shaw, Aldous Huxley, Mick Jagger and I gathered for a birthday celebration. Carl, Aldous, and George have let themselves go these last few years, but Mick and I are hanging in there--Mick's got more wrinkles than I do, but then again he IS older. After our little tea party, ("Oops. Am I sitting on your archetype, Carl?" And darn, I kept meaning to ask Aldous how he got that name. Oh well.), J and Gingko and I decided to try out something new: a Tibetan/Nepalese restaurant. There is nothing like trying unfamiliar food to kick-start your sense of wonder! I especially liked the Momos--stuffed dumplings somewhat like round potstickers--but I suspect that has to do with the name.
And the coming year looks promising--here's what my horoscope has to say:
Although it would probably be an exaggeration to promise that all your troubles will be over very soon, you're definitely going to feel a hell of a lot better once you've regained control of your life. This letting-go-and-being-spiritual business has gone far enough. Still, you need to have faith even though there's no reason why you should. The last few yards to the finish line are always the toughest... all you have to do is wait for your patience to run out and try not to scream.
Well, relatively promising...
While packing up for the move, I have discovered that there are might be a slight problem chez feral:
At least I now know where all my size 1 needles are. And why I have no pairs of socks in the drawer.
Rant about heterosexual people who somehow feel threatened if not everyone in the whole dang world loves exactly the way they do
Go read Rachael today [uh oh, a day or two ago--dang I'm slow] (or any day, of course--she's a damned fine writer!). I am so very unable to understand the fears that drive people on this issue. Montaigne said, in a different context, "[they] have created in their feeble imaginations this absurd, gloomy, querulous, grim, threatening, and scowling image, and placed it on a rock apart, among brambles, as a bogey to scare people." If your concerns are over wanton, casual relationships that mock and destabilize the building stones of our society, well, then, invite everyone to participate! (Oh, and of course, totally redesign the capitalist structure that relies so heavily on casual wanton heterosexual behavior these days. I mean, have you listened to the lyrics of modern country western songs? This is Red State stuff, honey, and I have to turn if off when my daughter's in the car cause I get too embarrassed.)
Where was I? Oh yeah. The surest way to keep a nation stable is for everyone to know they have a stake in it, that they have a say, have a chance to prosper--so much better than trying to add more prisons or more guns or more laws saying, what, exactly?--"only men and women capable of having children and planning to do so with each other and only each other," only these exemplars can get married? But how can we protect our society against those who do not follow through by having children? Should marriages be cancelled if, say, the male partner suffers a stupid, self-inflicted accident while filming a video for America's Funniest Home Videos and he is unable to father children? So much to think about, really. No wonder the anti-gay movement is so grim these days. Lot on their minds....
I've got to say, I'm totally eroticized to men (it's like, you wake up in the middle of the night and who have you been dreaming about? I love my women friends, but, well, you know...) and I don't feel at all concerned that a large number of my female pals can answer that question differently than I do. And why on earth would I think that they'd therefore be wanting to sleep with me? You know, I think that deep down that's the core of the homophobes' fears--the fear that they wouldn't say no.