Ends

Here are random ends of computer parts...
One end:

Other end, same order

Back to the beginning

I started my punk sweater and it didn't look so punk so I pulled it all out. Weezer's the sweater song or Bjork's unravel would have been oh so appropriate right now.

"slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it"

Pottery for real this time + a little knitting

This is my first attempt at a covered jar. It could be an urn for a body I'd like to dispose of...but right now, since I have no bodies requiring disposal, I think it will hold some garlic.

With lid on:


With lid off:


This one is supposed to represent "energy from within" but it looks more like a crumpled paper that has been lacquered. It was pretty difficult to photograph because of it's black colour and super glossy finish...you can kinda see my distorted reflection in it.



The noro striped scarf...about half way done, probably one of the most expensive hand knit scarves available. I"m a definite fan of the texture and colour of noro silk garden lite yarn but for the price there shouldn't be knots half way through the ball, especially when the two sides of yarn aren't even the same colour.



Going to go beach myself after eating pounds of creamy, cheesy goodness that is home-made macaroni and cheese. Who needs homework when there is home made gluttony.

Pre-Art Crawl...

Pottery

The pottery gods were shining on me today, err, actually, I went back to basics and made the sweetest casserole dish ever. I'll post a picture once it is done. For now here is a picture of a baby hat i'm making...

This blog isn't dead yet!

Here are the recently completed drawing restraint 9 gloves.

Sunglasses

It's raining a lot today. There was a suicide jumper across the street from my 9-5. Thought that shades (as pure as form over function can get) would brighten the day.

Painting myself into a corner

School has been really crazy this past week. I've been taking daily pictures but today, after disastrous experiments with clay-most of which ended up on me, I made it home with a few hours to catch up. So, without any further adieu, get ready to be over/under-whelmed with a weeks worth of posts.

Here are the wonderful monochromatic squares I've been painting for my homework assignment. They are magenta with white on the right, magenta with grey in the centre and magenta with black on the left.

Remnants

Remnants from my whirlwind homework assignment due today. I woke up this morning to stacks of magazines all over the kitchen from my late night last night.

Didn't make the cut

This didn't make the cut for my textile images project but it is definitely going on my living room window!

Biking tomorrow!!!

The war pony needs dusting off. I'm on a biking mission tomorrow as a primer for thanksgiving weekend.

Recycled Art

Light 2

Drawing Restraint 9 Gloves

My new knitting project-something quick and dirty-are men's drawing restraint 9 inspired gloves. The yarn is Noro 50% silk 50% wool and the colours are wicked!

I'll post them in action when they are done :)

Memoirs of Feathers

Feathers, You were found in a Fortino's parking lot. We let you take over our backyard. If you survived the bochalism outbreak in the harbour then you are probably doing okay.

Fishy goes in the tank

Today the first fish went in the new tank. He is the cheap tester fish to make sure everything is a-okay.

Bramble Stitch

15 skeins of Sirdar EcoWool DK



C'est Fini!

Six more lines to knit and the knitting is all done.

I entered the "Woodies the Assembly" door beside the evil pagoda with the 13 1/2 number on top.

In this alternate universe children get brains for Christmas.

Look at this happy child enjoy her brains!

Glue drips from the ceiling in this alternate place.

I'm almost done knitting the sweater from hell...only six more rows to knit then just putting the beast together.

Henry

Due to my lack of posting for the last little while, I provide you with a multiple post:

Henry was intrigued by this fashionista marketing carpet products:

This gave Henry the idea to analyze Go train fabric after he had a spoon full of live music. Henry stared at the fabric:

The blurriness of the fabric might have upset Henry a little bit:

Upon closer inspection...

Henry is definitely a cranky-pants over this fabric mishap. Henry tried again, this time thinking about how enjoyable it would be to vacuum this fabric, and voila:

The fabric came into focus. This made Henry very happy.

Sometimes Henry just needs to vent :-)

Giant Spider

This is the biggest spider I've ever seen in Canada. It is massive: at least the size of a loonie. The picture is out of focus. I think my camera might be messed up or need a thorough cleaning.

Okwalle's feeling better

Oakwalle is back to her old self following this incident: http://dazzleddousedinpixels.blogspot.com/2008/09/seat-fillers-wanted_19.html

Note the typically "rub my belly" pose.

Car free day

Today is car free day. It is similar to every other day for me as I use my feet as my primary mode of transportation. I am so rightous!

drunk tank.

I got home, only to find I had left my camera on...it is dead. So i dug up this photo from the crypt and it is very inspirational.  Yes I am an....
So....I went to a stag (side note...who holds stags now-a-days when there are girls around, cause they never used to exist, and parties are always better with girls) and I drank more than my body weight should permit. The toonie toss was conquered by Ronnie and we were requested to retire in the smoking room, with proper attire.

Trip to Calgary...

In leu of a photo blog I give you my crazy, crazy dream from last night…

My friend Nicole and I are in line at an information booth at a conservation area just outside of Calgary, Alberta. We step up to the booth and are greeted by two chubby gay boys wearing eyeliner. They tell us that we should book it to 14h street to shop for some of the hottest urban attire one can find in Calgary. Given that they are gay boys with eye liner on we are all in!

We board the appropriately named “14th street” bus. Only to find a militant bus driver who orders us to strap in to the mechanical contraption. The seats are three across, instead of the typical two, and riders are safely secured under over the shoulder padded rollercoaster harnesses.

We ride the bus for a long while, or what seems to be a while, in dream time, when we pull up to our first stop – a brutalist mall not too dissimilar to this beauty:


(courtesy of Raisethehammer.org).

Upon stopping, our radical bus driver presses play on the tape deck and “Entrance of the Gladiators” by Julius Fučík commences. With military precision, the driver walks down the bus and orders the patrons wishing to exit to purchase corn on the cob from concealed boxes at the side of each row. The person beside me was over zealous and started husking corn before their turn then ran off the bus-leaving a mess on the floor.

When the drill sergeant reaches our row I was the obvious culprit: in her mind. “How dare you husk corn on my bus”, she barked. I pleaded with her and stated my case. She told me that I was now on her radar. When she got back in her seat, she angled the mirror so that I was centered in her view and proceeded on our war procession.

It, again, seemed like an eternity and Nicole and I were getting anxious. I raised my hand to ask if our driver could announce our stop as we were both unfamiliar with downtown Calgary. She responded by saying that we are obviously on the “14th Street” bus and that EVERYONE must exit at 14th Street; It’s the end of the line!

Our next stop was 7th Street and we collectively decided that we would dismount our seat and get off here as it likely wouldn’t be a far walk to 14th street.

When we emerged into the light of Alberta’s big sky, we were surprised to find a street very similar to Cambridge’s Hespeler Road. We were greeted by a sea of parking lots, suburban format big-box stores and mass sign pollution.

Nicole noticed a smoke shop trailer (like ones found on the edge of the highway on reserves) in one of the parking lots and asked if we could duck in. We entered and the lighting suddenly changed to sepia. Sitting and smoking cigarettes were a handful of dead presidents. We were in the company of Lincoln, Rosevelt, Washington, Kennedy and John Quincy Adams. They were all semi-transparent and asked us to join them in their conversation.

We talked about how the world is going to shit and no one is doing anything about it, and if they were still in power it would be a totally different place. This intense banter ensued for a while. When suddenly the door flew open and the Sheriff of Calgary came in with a handcuffed Monster; not a serial killer or pedophile, but a literal monster! He was grotesque and oozy and growling in our faces.

The sheriff asked if any of the dead presidents could spare 11 pence to keep this monster in jail. The presidents responded by saying they are dead and do not have any money. They pleaded to me to pay the tariff. I reached in my pocket, pulled out a satchel of change and paid the sheriff.

Suddenly I awoke and had to document this crazy, crazy dream.

Clothing

I really need to get me some new clothes.  Until that day I will take pictures of old ones.

Liono!

Not invited.  If the two lion guardians don't stop you, the eagles certainly will.

Dancing Pigs

I'm a happy dancer because I'm smoking a pipe. Happy, happy dancing.

Home Work Assignment: Transportation Interior