When I saw the trailer for Toy Story 3, I was all, “Jeez, another one?” But clearly I’m missing something, as indicated by all the pretty-much-like-me people on the internets getting all gushy and ooey-gooey over the movie.
Here’s the scoop: my company is putting out a new series of pattern books called Fresh Designs. We’ve gotten (at last count, over 150) amazing submissions from designers all over the world. Some of them had noted they were interested in using yarn from…
One of the related issues I think could use a lot of ethical (and public) consideration is the consequence of extending life beyond where it would end without extraordinary (or sometimes relatively basic) medicine. Two beloved people in my life, each over 90 years old, would like to die. They’ve lived long and they’ve lived well, and they do not want to continue existing bed-ridden with 24-hour care. Neither is lacking for human nurturing or support. And all I can think about is that if I live to such an age that my frailty and ill health make me hate my life, that I’ll be allowed to have some control over my death.
“No one has to be afraid of the Best Party, because it is the best party. If it wasn’t, it would be called the Worst Party or the Bad Party. We would never work with a party like that.”—Icelandic comedian and now Reykjavik Mayor Jon Gnarr, whose “Best Party” — founded to satirize his country’s political system — emerged as the big winner this week in Reykjavik’s municipal elections.
His party also won 6 of the City Council’s 15 seats. Mr. Gnarr, in search of a coalition partner, ruled out any party whose members had not seen all five seasons of The Wire. (via savingpaper)
This is how I feel when people indicate that my life will suck when I become a parent. It’s astonishing how many people (ALL of them parents) do this. “You won’t be baking pecan pies once you have a baby!” “Go see lots of movies now, before you can’t!” “Oh, I remember the days when I could x, y or z…”
I don’t actually think they notice they’re saying my life will suck. But they totally are. I’m not convinced they think their own lives suck, which is why I’m so confused by the seemingly universal inclination people seem to have to warn the childless that life sucks once you have a kid.
I have no idea what it’s like to be a parent, but I have every idea what it’s like to be me. Know what I do? I adapt my habits and my priorities when my situation changes. But not my VALUES. I sure as hell am not going to raise my kid in a world of “can’t” and “maybe later” and “I used to enjoy doing that but since you came along I don’t have time.”
My kid is going to hear a lot of, “Sure, let’s try that.” And, “Here’s what I love to do. What do you love to do?”
So to all you parents out there who are inclined to caution me to cram in lots of living before I join your ranks, save it. I’m looking forward to finding my happiness in the sleep deprivation, the monotony, the stress. Your outright refusal to think I can do things on MY terms is unwelcome.
“As it turns out, a good blog is like a living resume. It shows the world what your skills are, what your design and writing sensibilities are, and that you can plan projects and meet deadlines. Your blog helps people decide whether to take a chance on working with you.”—What blogging has done for me (and what it can do for you), by Sister Diane on Craftypod