She loved it.

Back track

I had to rip out the stitches. No picture today. 

More progress in the beret

I hope she will still be surprised. 

Barrett for Nina

It's growing! Don't spoiled it for her, please. 

Making a barrette fir grandma

Shhh don't tell her 

Why I am agnostic

“Everything we know is subject to revision, especially what we know about the truth.” ––––=–––– Many of us thought we could recognize “The Truth.”  We believed the truth was one thing, certain and unchanging, which we could grasp easily and without question.  The real truth, however, was that we often couldn’t see the truth if it hit us square in the face.  Our insistence  colored everything in our lives, especially our perception of the truth—in fact, what we “knew” about the truth could have killed us.   The truth has changed.  In order to open the door for that change, we have had to surrender our attachment to an unchanging and rigid truth. The truth becomes purer and simpler each time we encounter it.  And our understanding of the truth may change each day as we grow. ––––=––––

The coming fall

It's been awhile but I've made a few hats

in that period of time and I have been remiss to post them so now here is one

1:?? In the morning

Eyes express

Universes explode

Hair on bated breath

As poetry talks. 

"Make me a coffee"

You leftist cost 

Sex months

I know not

What Whitman would do

Crazy 

Swirl around in my head. 

Don't make seance

Don't make seance

Don't make seance

Whritin wrongly while waiting wrestling

I can't stop thinking of you. Another day another day another day another...

You spoke of things I long to forget but can't help but know

origami

Gloves

I made a pair. They were given as a berth day gift. 

I don't like phonies

I've made a new thing and then I made another and another. 

Neon Genesis evangelion

New winter hat. Perfect for this season. 

Computer sock

I'm making a sleeve to cover my computer

That old Linux os

I'm making a red hat

I'm doing it again

I'm making another slouchy hat. The first of five.

New pictures of old hats

I came up to see family for the fertility holiday and I took pictures of hats I made them for the solstice holiday.

On the road

I'm traveling to see George play at the icehouse.

Blue

It's cool it's hip it's variegated. It's completed.

It's blue

This is an interesting attempt at something new.

And now...

The finished hat just untimely to enjoy the rising temperatures that the new season is bringing.

Preparing for spring

I've been knitting a new hat. I picked coolers that looked nice but I didn't relies until I was making it that it had spring collars.

Prison Poem #00

In a hole. I find myself hear not because i fell but because i walked.  Slowly but surly step after downward step until I have to look all the way up to find sunlight.  Now I climb. Now I fight against the odds and struggle to survive   Survival is not guarantied and coming out of this unsecured is pretty much impossible.  Fighting agents this current will hurt.  Knowing my goal will make the pain bearable   It will be hard exhausting work but the struggle I relish  I once said that I would dig my self out of this hole when it deep enough.  Prison is deep enough.  I don't know why put myself into this mess just like i don't know why its time to get out of it. but it is.

Funking

What a night! they were incredible.  I watched until I couldn't help but start dancing.  The band, consummate professionals, played there talent to the fullest.  There was so much funk that the hole club was overflowing.  The dance flore was packed with bodies, feeling the rhythm  The dance made for good cardio.  I cant seem to stop gushing.  Any way the Philadelphia Funk Authority played MainGate and they will play there again on the 16th.  Ill be there will you?

Prison Poem #21

Life Is Like

life is like a rose.
life is like three dollar bill; pretty and real and spent well.
life is like a summer day; lazy
life is like no word at all; understanding
life is like time going backwards; things make sense
life is like sex in a hammock; two people afraid of falling out
life is like a prison cell; cozy, constructive, confusing, inspiring
life is like drugs bought on the street; over priced and unsatisfying
life is like a wake up hangover; wondering what happened the night before
life is like an old tombstone; politely ignored
life is like
life is like a misunderstanding
life is like a person
life
life is like a piece of fruit
life is like a peace of fruit
life is like a still portrait; sitting still for hours in an awkward pose
life is like a contortionists smile
life is like a wake; people coming together
life is
life is like a simple truth
life is like a simulation
life is like time trapped in a bottle
life is like the impossible
life is like a bad wine; only enjoyed at low standards
life is like a crazy person giving good advice
life is like a triumvirate
life is like death
life is like blood
life is like eating your greens
life is like expectation
life is
life is not like rose
life is like sweet honey
life is like bitter sugar
life is like a Nobel prize; not always given to the deserving
life is like a landfill
life is like superman
life is like a poem on repeat
life is like the shiny new toy
life is like Freud, Grafenberg, Descartes, Jung, Plato, Nietzsche, Gendell, Sunzi, and Rosen all in one
life is like a lie
life is like a GPS with out street names or destinations
life is like cake
life is like a Vandergraph machine
life is like choice
life is like change
life is
life is like life

In frequent progress

I dropped the ball on regular posting. But I haven't stopped knitting so here is the update.

Prison Poem #20

I am myself alone.  I am a singular entity in a maelstrom of others.  I am by myself in the emptiness between others.  I am singular and solidly consistant, my size does not vary, my perseption limeted.  i have a singular perception, it being incomplete.  I am just me.  This is new.  What am I? A machine of biological complexity processing fuel, exerting waist, and expending energy?

I am everyone.  all ma I.  The one I see is me.  God perceives all.  I see the waring parties and they are themselves each other, they are me and I they.  We are me as I am all.  Love rains.  Im so alone I am more man then god.

I am a man searching for his god half.  I am a devine uncertainty with without divinity.  I am

Intro spection

Walking to an open mic poetry reading that I will perform in I thought about the passage of time.

Finished a scarf

I finished this scarf for my mother it was supposed to be a present for the Solstice Holliday but I was late in its construction.

Small brake

I took some time off the scarf to work on a hat. So here's a picture of the hat.

Prison Poem #19

I lost my breath
the rug was pulled from under my feet
I have been given an opportunity
I do not diserve such treasure
God is glorious
His majesty is mighty
I love him!
Thank You.
I am indebted to Him.
I will walk in his foot steps
I will thank him.
My word is my bond
My bond is my balls (dont brake your balls)
Love abounds.

Future plans

I've made progress on the knitting.

I am planing on finishing the prison poem series on a biweekly biases.

Posts

I will be finishing off my prison poem sears biweekly, ending with the vary first thing I wrote.

Still progressing

Even though I worked 50 hours this week but still found the time to make a little progress

Taking it with

I raped it up for traveling after one more row. This is my slow project. I have a hat that I've been working on for three days and it has much more progress. This is my no worries knitting.

The progress.

I decided to make a scarf with the new ball. It's a simple ribbing pattern I'm hoping will look elegant.

I just like it.

I like knitting. I like it enough that I spent the past hour rolling this ball.