Culture, Education, Feminism, Plain Speaking, Politics

Jordan and Camille’s Excellent Adventure

I quite like Jordan Peterson. I don’t agree with everything he says. Occasionally, as do many of his critics, I find him a bit glib and superficial. But if a generation of young men (and even some of their fathers and grandfathers) are going to listen to a social media muse on matters of culture,… Continue reading Jordan and Camille’s Excellent Adventure

Family, Feminism, Friendship, Plain Speaking

Responsible Men, and the Women Who Love Them

I've been thinking. Yes, I know that's always a frightening proposition.  What can I say? Well, only that I'm 65 and still standing on my own two feet; that I'm content with how my life turned out (no, that doesn't mean, with the benefit of hindsight, that if I had a do-over about certain things… Continue reading Responsible Men, and the Women Who Love Them

Friendship, Gardening, Literature, Plain Speaking

Occasional Quote of the Day: A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. What is the best way to handle disagreements? Between friends? Between foes? William Blake, eccentric and brilliant man, early Romantic Poet, Biblical scholar, anti-establishmentarian, advocate for the Free Love movement (who once asked his devoted wife Catherine if it would be alright… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: A Poison Tree

Career, Plain Speaking, Religion

Occasional Quote of the Day: “The doors of Hell are locked on the inside.”

Eight days after I began work there, as the organization’s first staff member dedicated to supporting its personal computer users, the unionized employees at my local community hospital went on strike. It was February 1, 1990. Early that morning, as instructed, I drove across a picket line for the first time in my life, showing… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: “The doors of Hell are locked on the inside.”

Knitting, Plain Speaking, Politics, Uncategorized

Dispatches From the Front Lines of the Knitting Wars

Greetings fellow knitters (you know who you are). I just got cancelled from KnitCamp! It’s a knitting community I joined only about a week ago, at a friend's (former Lefty, now not-so-much) enthusiastic suggestion.  She really enjoyed it because the woman who ran it hadn’t gone woke and/or wasn’t bullying her customers about such matters.… Continue reading Dispatches From the Front Lines of the Knitting Wars

Plain Speaking, Politics

Banned in Boston. Oh, Wait. I mean “Restricted on Ravelry.”

It doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it?  I mean, we all know what “banned” means.  It means you’re toast.  Your goose is cooked.  You’re fried. (The following interlude is brought to you by the Nasty Little Man Who Sits On My Shoulder, and who keeps whispering: “Remember, this is 2019, and thou art… Continue reading Banned in Boston. Oh, Wait. I mean “Restricted on Ravelry.”

Knitting, Plain Speaking, Politics

Banned on Ravelry! Make Hats Great Again

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, here it is.  The happy hat, the charming chapeau, the tasteful topper, the lovely lid, in short: The most beautiful MAGA hat in the world!  The world has never seen anything like it!  Ever in the history of the world.  No one’s ever designed or knitted a hat this beautiful!  No one! Now,… Continue reading Banned on Ravelry! Make Hats Great Again

Funny Links, Humor, Plain Speaking

Then the Old Lady Whispered, “Young Man, You’re Whistling a Dirty Tune”

That was the punchline to one of my grandpa’s favorite jokes. And it seems the perfect lede for this bit of breaking news from the great state of Tennessee: A homeowner’s association (HOA) in Tennessee threatened to fine a resident $100 after her car left a phallic-shaped image in the condo’s parking lot following a light dusting of snow, a… Continue reading Then the Old Lady Whispered, “Young Man, You’re Whistling a Dirty Tune”

Plain Speaking, Psychology

Clearing My Spindle, Cleaning My Bowl

Let’s be clear: I could write at length about renovation in one of its generally accepted senses. I could write about the house we’ve been building and renovating for over three decades, and which still has a couple of unpainted surfaces of the original drywall for the interested to view at will (don’t call me,… Continue reading Clearing My Spindle, Cleaning My Bowl