It’s been a long time since an act of craftivism has thoroughly gripped me. Check out The Gay Sweater, made from the donated hair of over a hundred gay people. As the group that made it says on their website:
The Gay Sweater project teaches us that words like ‘gay’ shouldn’t be used to describe anything negative. Please help the Canadian Centre for Gender & Sexual Diversity in continuing initiatives like these that work to eliminate bullying, homophobia, transphobia, and other forms of discrimination in schools and youth communities.
After you watch this video, be sure to click on the one about why they made the sweater. Oh, and watch the one featuring the knitters, too, which looks to have been filmed at the awesome yarn store Lettuce Knit in Toronto.
[Hat tip to Lelainia Lloyd, who tweeted me about this.]
I feel like this is the first week of the rest of my life. Funny how I only vaguely realized that the book tour took up so much space in my brain for pretty much all of 2014, eh? I mean, I could articulate that fact at any time during the last ten months, but it still didn’t fully set in until this morning, when I was all, “Whoa. I’ve got some wide open space before me. This is awesome.”
As I wrote in my newsletter on Friday, “wide open space” does not = nothing to do. I returned home from my travels with pages of notes on ideas both new and old, only one of which is related to the idea for my next book. Over the next few weeks, I’ll experience a mighty shake-down, the result of which will be an ability to focus on the most immediately viable of all the ideas.
Anyway. Home. I’m over the jet lag that kept me down last week. My kid has recovered from the most intense parental absence he’d yet endured. And I’m thinking about all sorts of things I want to tell you, some of which I want to get out into the world before I dive into the week. Here goes:
- I did a podcast interview with Elise Blaha Cripe, and she was so much fun to talk to that I wish we’d had a chance to sit down in person together for approximately nine hours. Alas, here’s our half-hour chat.
- Some blogger love for Make It Mighty Ugly from Poppytalk and Shalagh Hogan (who wrote about our book-tour event at the Smithsonian [more from me about that soon!]), and Rose City Reader is reading from the perspective of her creative experience at work in her law practice (I hope she follows up on that!).
- I’ve ordered books and bookplates, and assuming I can get a shop up and running in the next week, I should be able to send signed books and stickers out in time for holiday gift-giving. Stay tuned! (Twitter, Instagram and my newsletter are probably the best ways to stay up-to-date.)
- I Skyped into a Michigan library’s Mighty Ugly workshop on Saturday morning, and it was a ton of fun.
- Throughout Make It Mighty Ugly, I refer to my love of the CBC Radio show Q, hosted until yesterday by Jian Ghomeshi. Yesterday, the CBC fired Ghomeshi, and the story involves some very serious allegations against him, related to physical and sexual abuse. I reserve judgment until verifiable facts are available, but I will say this: when the Toronto Star described his accusers as “educated and employed”, they made this a story about our collective inclination not to believe women when they say they’ve been abused. This is the best analysis I’ve read about this whole thing. In a larger feminist context including Gamergate, I hope we do some serious, fair, public discussing of how some men treat women who speak up.
Ok, that’s it for now. I have things to edit, other things to write, soap to make, emails to send, and news media to obsessively check. Have a great start to your week!
This is the most comprehensive, well-written article I’ve ever seen on the complicated, nuanced topic of sustainability in fashion and fabric (linkbait headline notwithstanding): Could the Clothes on Your Back Halt Global Warming? | Collectors Weekly.
[via Betsy Greer on Facebook]
Since yesterday evening, I’ve been the sole occupant of my house. The beasts went away for the weekend and I have been sleeping, crocheting, and watching the entire first season of The Newsroom[1. Oh, so awesome. Annoyingly unprofessional with women who are annoyingly prone to hysteria, but so, so smart about the news. So very smart about the news].
Tomorrow morning, when for the second day in a row I may wake up after 7AM, my parents and my brother will be participating in the annual fundraiser they help organize for pancreatic-cancer research. I’ll be very grateful for my quiet, therapeutic weekend, but I’ll miss them terribly.
My dad with Owen, in April. They spent a lot of time looking out that window for birds. It was adorable.
Did I tell you last winter that my dad had cancer? It’s possible I didn’t. I’ve been in a haze of chaos for the last few months, and my memory’s pretty shot. This weekend is the beginning of forcing my life back into some semblance of normalcy. But this post isn’t about my shit.
This post is about the malignant tumour my dad had removed from his kidney last February.
Know what was weird? That time my gadget-freak dad phoned me to ask how to change a setting on his iPod.
Seeing my dad several weeks after he recovered from complications from kidney surgery? That wasn’t weird. That was alarming. He weighed less than he had since I was a baby. His voice was weak. He looked old, and not only because he’d taken to wearing his reading glasses on a chain around his neck.
Know what was awesome? Seeing him a few months after that, back to his old self.
I learned last winter that kidney cancer, like the pancreatic cancer that runs in my family, is often found too late to treat. Like two years ago, when my dad had part of his pancreas removed after early screenings discovered precancerous activity, those same screenings indicated a mass on his kidney.
The screenings he undergoes, in addition to possibly saving his live twice now, are also a part of research into familial pancreatic cancer. The aim of these studies, in part, is to develop less invasive, far more affordable screenings for this disease that currently has only a 5% five-year survival rate.
So every year we raise funds to support this research. The Lustgarten Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research funnels 100% of funds to research because their operating costs are paid for by the Cablevision company.
So if you’ve been touched unkindly by pancreatic cancer or if you love someone who has, please consider donating.
I’ll be with my family in spirit tomorrow, and I sure hope this coming year my dad will be a fully healthy participant in what will hopefully prove to be momentous research for every human, everywhere.
You can pretty much see the fear in her eyes, eh? Wee Morticia has spent her whole life in a shelter. She had some skin problems as a kitten, and living in a shelter for so long means she’ll need some extra-special TLC from a very special person.
Here’s what her bio says about her:
Morticia is a sweet three year old. As a kitten she had suffered some skin problems, and therefore, despite those gorgeous odd eyes, and that beautiful face. she has been in a shelter up north her whole life waiting for a home. Cats that spend long portions of their life in a kennel, when introduced to a home can become very overwhelmed and scared and want to hide. With a little love, and encouragement Morticia is learning that being in a house is safe, and she can run and play with everyone else!
Ben Johnson took the photo above as part of the Orphan Animal Pics project.
And I have an update! Christie has been adopted! Yay!
Apparently, it’s kitten season. So my friend Lisa tells me. That means we should all be super happy all the time, right? I mean, KITTENS.
This week’s featured adoptable cat is, indeed, a kitten. A special kitten. One that might be overlooked on account of a wee problem he has with one of his eyes. He requires some minimal care because of that, but really, as special-needs cats go, he’s low maintenance!
Here’s what Lisa told me about him:
He’s a tiny guy who will steal your heart. One of his eyes doesn’t close (outer lid doesn’t, inner lid does) so he needs eye drops every now and then. Otherwise he’s fine and with proper care he should be able to keep his eye – the risk is that if he’s not looked after, something could happen to his eye and it might end up needing to be removed, which would be sad. So they’re being very careful about screening potential adopters for the little fellow – wanting to make sure the new family really understands what they’re taking on. As special needs cats go, this is pretty easy!
He’s a little shy around people, but I managed to pick him up and snuggle him and he’s very sweet! He’s got huge eyes for such a tiny head – I think he’ll be a very unique cat when he’s all grown up.
From his description: “Avery is an adorable little guy with unique colours — he’s the colour of a creamsicle! He is a little nervous around people so needs some special attention in a home with lots of love and patience. He would love to be adopted with one of his brothers but would be okay on his own as well.”
Every Thursday I feature an adoptable animal in the Vancouver, BC, area, as part of the Orphan Animal Pics project. These photos were taken by Cindy Hughes of Muddy Love Pet Photography.