I should not be writing this post
This morning at 5:30 a.m. when in the grips of an insomnia so irritating as to actually get me out of my warm bed, I decided that I would swear off the internet forever. I was going to delete every vestige of all my online accounts, and erase every bit of me in the ether!
I think it goes without saying that I am not very at all rational in the early morning before noon. I’m still not really sure why I thought this was a good idea, other than that I was exhausted, grumpy and needed a nice hot shower and a cuppa joe.
I’m not yet over conference-malaise, and I should just go to bed, and that’s not really too far off. I just want to go to bed late enough that I can sleep for a good 11 hours tonight straight through.
So in this week’s now-typical style, I present various things running through my head:
1) Remember that picture I showed you of the woman knitting socks in the SXSW panel? Well, I posted that picture to Flickr, and lo and behold she left a comment! It’s Julia aka Yarn Maven from Bastrop, Texas. I didn’t get a chance to get her name in the panel because I got caught up talking to the two founders of BurdaStyle, but I’m so glad to meet her. 
2) I do yammer on sometimes about advocating buying handmade stuff. But it’s only because I really like it. Fun thing about buying things I might make myself - still useful, but this way I get to enjoy others’ design aesthetics as well. Here’s my latest purchases.
On the left is the orange Bouquet wall clock for Jeff’s study from Decoy Lab. He’s been on an orange thing recently, looking for accessories. Orange is a great accent. As seen on February’s Poppytalk selections.
On the right is a sewing case I bought for taking embroidery stuff along with me. It’s from Blue Banana Shop in Singapore, whose stuff is very bright and cheery.
Pay no attention to my strange collection of books there. I just realized what those were. This is part of my collection of academic books on the old Testament. The one on the far left, Paul the Convert, was written by a professor for whom I was a teaching assistant, my favorite professor from grad school, the inimitable Alan Segal.
