You say you want a revolution
well, you know...
...we all want to change the world
Sponsor my private revolution:
What am I selling on Ebay today?
Let the Revolution begin...
*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
God on the brain
Blogging from behind a mask
Creativity and productivity
I am SUCH a nerd
Deliver me from Swedish furniture
Modern beauty is a myth
Instant karma’s gonna getcha
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...
And my other blog, complete with a few little patterns: http://miscsqueak.blogdrive.com
The face I had before the world was made
Yup, it's another non-knitterly entry. I'm still pluggnig away on the foot of a new pair of sockies. But hey, it's week 3 at uni, and the Nerd-Mobile is now firing on all cylinders, so it's study study study! Away we go.
Today I'm thinking about authenticity, truth, and fiction. A friend of mine was recently commenting that the blog of a mutual friend is becoming an increasingly distant reflection of the person the blogger actually is (excuse the messy wording, I hope that makes sense). The blog, I suppose is becoming a false, or imaginary, or maybe even delusionary facet of that person.
Or... is something else going on here? Is a person's blog a projection of the person they are, or that they'd like to be? Is it a reflection of some Freudian superego, the "over-I" who says what a person "should" be like? It was this thought that came into my head in class today.
I usually study 3 psych subjects and have a "fun" elective thrown in for good measure. Last year it was philosophy, this year it's literature, my current elective is "The Novel". I have got to say, my subjects this semester are unbelievably wonderful - challenging, interesting, enjoyable.
So, this week in our tutorials, continuing from last week, comes the question: What is a novel, and more specifically, are novels always fiction?
The class was split in opinion, some saying a novel can be factual, some saying it must be fictional.
And I thought: Are blogs non-fiction?
I put my hand up in class and threw my intellectual cards on the table. Yes, I think that novels are nearly always fiction, even "historical novels" and "based on a true story" novels. The key words here are "based on". Non-fiction, as far as I can tell, is a factual account. As soon as you characterise an historical or factual person in a novel, speculation enters the equation and voila. Your non-fictional account is suddenly highlighted with fictional colouring-in. It's like white paint - the minute you add a bit of red, it becomes pink, however pale the shade.
Blogs. In theory, they're an online diary, and therefore could be considered non-fiction. They're an account of someone's daily life.
But it's not that simple, in reality. I have to admit that everything I write is pre-censored in my head. The rule of thumb with publishing something online is to not write anything you wouldn't want anyone to read. Sounds like an oversimplification, but a quick refresher of the (rather ridiculous) blogger's disclaimer shows that this isn't necessarily the majority view.
So, really, my blog is by no means an accurate reflection of myself. It's not quite autobiography, is it? My blog began as a knitting journal, sharing photos and thoughts about what I was knitting at the time. It's somehow morphed into an attempt to express some of my random thoughts, and some of my not-so-random thoughts,my personal philosophies and opinions, and of course to share photos of what I'm currently knitting or spinning.
Who am I, and what sort of person am I? Well, if you think you can sort that out from the single facet of "me" that this blog reflects, you're doing a whole lot better than I am.
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.
William Butler Yeats,
From The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933
Posted at 2:40 pm by monnsqueak