You say you want a revolution
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*You can be any age to join the knitting revolution. It's not just grannies any more.
*To join, just grab the nearest pointy things, and tie them to the nearest string-like substance. Wave them enthusiastically in the air, yelling passionate cries such as "och aye the noo!"
*The revolution requires that you supply your own weapons. Er, needles. *Knitting can be sexy. Sure, it can. Go to knitty and be inspired!
*Knit in public, and if anyone looks at you funny, you've always got a sharp metal thing handy with which to poke their soft bits.
*Get all knitting-zen on people. Then when you really let your hair down, you can get away with it, because you're "that nice person, who knits". *insert evil laugh here*
*Oh, yeah, almost forgot. The revolution will not be televised. Or... something like that.

I moved to Canberra last November, and am now involved in the best Canberra knitting group! ... so any locals or visitors interested, go on over to Canberra Stich N Bitch yahoo group and join us in our dark endeavours! I mean, creative meeting of minds... er, yeah. Something like that. We meet at Starbucks in Civic on the first Thursday evening of every month, and the third Sunday of the month at 2pm. Come along! If you feel shy, feel free to post online first, or email someone to ask a few questions. :):):) If you want, use the contact button and I'll give you my details so we can get in touch. Always happy to get the interesting people of Canberra out of the woodwork... I know you're there, ya just hard to find sometimes *chuckle*

Sydney Knitting Adventures continue at "my" previous knitting group in Newtown: Meet up for coffee, cake, and knitting adventures galore at Barmuda Cafe, Australia Street Newtown. It's opposite the police station, and across the intersection from Newtown Train Station.

See the SSK Website for details :D

You, and this many other people with a cramp in their forefinger:

Interesting in knitting, and what other knitters are doing? Or are you just bored, or farting off at work while the boss ain't watching? Well then, I have just the thing to keep you busy for hours on end... go exploring the wonderful world of knitting blogs. Can you believe there's so many of us?

I have my favourite blog-days, and these are some of them:

A hairy tale
Horn-y knitter
Musical tongs
God on the brain
Blogging from behind a mask
Creativity and productivity
I am SUCH a nerd
Deliver me from Swedish furniture
Feminist backlash
Modern beauty is a myth
Instant karma’s gonna getcha
Go feminism
Harris the Well Clad Fish
The love is in the food
Embarrassment, Humiliation and Joy
The birth of a grammar avenger
Traffic Lights, part 1
Spawn of Satan
Traffic Lights, part 2
A long time ago, in a knitting bag far, far away...

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Saturday, April 10, 2004
Well THAT was freaky
Me, Cynthy, Dave and the Bald Man were wandering about Newtown looking at nifty stuff like second hand books, and Cynthy sees a $2 coin on the ground.

"Look", she says to me, "two dollars."

"Yay! Pick it up!" I squeak happily, showing that being a poor student does indeed make you desperate and shameless. "You can buy yourself a free cup of coffee! Whoo hoo!"

Cynthy shuffles uncomfortably. "I don't want to" she says to me.

"Wha... why? Money! Look!" I reply, picking up the little coin and waggling it at her.

She explains to me that it might have bad karma and that someone else might need it more. I think, well, fair enough, and suggest salt and sage. She doesn't look too amused at my irreverent attempt at greed justification.

I give it to the Bald Man, who puts it into his wallet.

So, I'm getting off the train today (which surfaced from the underground between Kings Cross and Edgecliff station this afternoon, showing me a few seconds of the dusk sky, and then dived again down, down, down the declining track and under the surface of the ground again, the groaning and whistling of the brakes eerily reminiscent of whalesong) and there was this 20c piece on the ground. I remembered the $2 coin, and the two fundraising chocolates which were stolen from my reception desk at work today. I have to put in those two missing dollars from my own pocket.
(I saw one thief walking out, the bright blue packet visible in his hand, and his face full of false cheerfulness when he came back in ten minutes later to wait again for the doctor and chat to me as he did, as though to prove his innocence by facing me full on. His eyes were wild and nervous, and he fidgeted from foot to foot. I didn't ask him for the dollar.)

But the thing that has me totally screwed up is... if I hadn't picked up the $2, would the $2 worth of chocolates been stolen? Or if I hadn't picked it up and they'd been stolen anyway, would I have been angrier that they had been stolen? If the chocolate-stealing had happened first and then Cynth had found the $2 coin, would I have considered it payback from the universe???

Yes, it's only $2. But I tell you what, at two bucks it's the cheapest mind-fcuk® I've ever had.

I threw the 20c coin into the school tennis courts near our place. I thought "some kid who doesn't get enough pocket money will pick it up." Pity I'd forgotten at the time that it's a private school.

Posted at 6:56 pm by monnsqueak

Da Nick
April 11, 2004   05:51 PM PDT
Eh, I would've just taken it.
April 11, 2004   12:16 AM PDT
I love these little "life-puzzles" that the universe throws at us from time to time. It's the timing of these things that always gets you...
April 10, 2004   09:19 PM PDT
That $2 was certainly meant for you - as for the .20 you tossed into the school yard... what's wrong with you woman!! Never throw money away. Squirrel it away for a rainy day. You just never know when 'that' wool sale is going to begin. As for the thief... I would have asked for the money and said he had been recorded on video ... I'm sure he would have 'coughed' up the money without hesitation. What a looney. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. My little bubba Latisha is four months now and the absolute apple of my eye. I went out and purchased a Barbie lounge for her today... she's such a doll! <g>
April 10, 2004   08:33 PM PDT
Perhaps the thief had dropped $2, and needed the chocolate for medical reasons... Or maybe the $2 was chocolate money!(mmmmmmmm chocolate money) Well, I'm off *hunts for some chocolate moniey*

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