Monthly Archives: August 2011
Imagine my surprise when I learned that Venustiano Carranza was a real person.
And other things I can thank Daniel Pinkwater for. (Young Adult Novel, one of the formative books of my youth …) I did do something today: Carved a block for a very limited run print. Should be fun, when I … Continue reading
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Frustration, tatting, and a book.
First: I appear to have learned how to tat. Only sort of, as I am actually using yarn and a weaving needle. I will, at some point, obtain a tatting needle. I have loads of thread. It was a fascinating … Continue reading
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Public transportation theater
… and other reasons to live in the city. I was feeling pretty worn down earlier today – who knows why – but some vegetables, a cup of very nice coffee, some rain, and a particularly fascinating bit of Public … Continue reading
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If only I was capable of keeping it simple.
I went over to print at another shop this evening – which is so strange – and aside from a certain amount of tiredness-induced ditzery, I think it went well. (I swear I really do know how to set type. … Continue reading
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Gosh, I’m so productive it hurts.
I don’t think it’s movable type I should be thinking about as historically significant. I think it’s paper. What do I do with that? Dunno. I sewed some book blocks together today. Now I have to do some investigation into … Continue reading
Sometimes the pigeon has the right idea.
Rail underpass, with pigeon and torrential downpour.
And now for the math.
I was hoping I could avoid doing math by designing everything on the computer (unpack that statement, and tell me why I giggled a little in my head as I typed it), but no. Yep. There’s math in printing. (I … Continue reading
The Left Hand of Darkness
I finally read The Left Hand of Darkness. I tried to read it a couple of times back when I was ten or eleven, and it never did take. Which, after having finished it, makes perfect sense: what I’d read … Continue reading