We Need More Clocks
So, thanks to Boing Boing, I have discovered a lot of items that we need desperately around here.
We have clocks, you understand. We just don't have THESE clocks. Which are superior clocks. Excellent clocks. The exploding clocks are especially lovely. They manifest the inner clockdom of wind-up analog clocks, which usually look stable and orderly, but are really planning mutiny. All their little springs are slowly moving out of sync.
Or, if they're near me, beginning to stop altogether, never to run again. I like the personality that winding watches have much more than that of all my collection of digital watches, but I can't wear the winding watches, since they get magnetized, and stop cold within two weeks. I can't even put winding clocks by my bed.
Carl Andy says I could get them to run again if I put them on the rotary saw table, but I have no rotary saw.
Anyway. These lovely clocks are too expensive, alas, but I would not mind living in a house filled with them. Time, exploding all over the place, into scrolls and springs. Just like real life.
On another front, for those of you, oh knitters, who were interested in the top-down raglan exhibited in the photos of the last entry, the pattern is from "Campus Hand Knits for Men and Women," published by Bear Brand and Fleisher Yarn, 1963. It's long gone, of course, but it was very popular in its day, and still shows up on eBay, for not much money, and that's where I got my copy.
Here's the picture of the original sweater, from the booklet itself, a picture which explains why every time Sam takes a picture of me in the sweater I pose in exactly the same way:
We have clocks, you understand. We just don't have THESE clocks. Which are superior clocks. Excellent clocks. The exploding clocks are especially lovely. They manifest the inner clockdom of wind-up analog clocks, which usually look stable and orderly, but are really planning mutiny. All their little springs are slowly moving out of sync.
Or, if they're near me, beginning to stop altogether, never to run again. I like the personality that winding watches have much more than that of all my collection of digital watches, but I can't wear the winding watches, since they get magnetized, and stop cold within two weeks. I can't even put winding clocks by my bed.
Carl Andy says I could get them to run again if I put them on the rotary saw table, but I have no rotary saw.
Anyway. These lovely clocks are too expensive, alas, but I would not mind living in a house filled with them. Time, exploding all over the place, into scrolls and springs. Just like real life.
On another front, for those of you, oh knitters, who were interested in the top-down raglan exhibited in the photos of the last entry, the pattern is from "Campus Hand Knits for Men and Women," published by Bear Brand and Fleisher Yarn, 1963. It's long gone, of course, but it was very popular in its day, and still shows up on eBay, for not much money, and that's where I got my copy.
Here's the picture of the original sweater, from the booklet itself, a picture which explains why every time Sam takes a picture of me in the sweater I pose in exactly the same way:
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