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Saturday, August 31, 2002  
Way to go Mom! She just heard that her quilt was accepted in the Benartex "Quiltmaker's Gift Challenge." So two years in a row, Mom will have a quilt in the big show in Houston. Last year her September 11 quilt was in the "America: From the Heart" display and is now touring with that collection, as well as being in the book of the same name by C&T.

This time she gets into the show on her own feet and on her own merit. Let's hear it for Mom!

Written at: 8/31/2002 04:09:00 PM

Friday, August 30, 2002  
Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday!

Thanks Mom and Dad.

Written at: 8/30/2002 12:05:00 AM

Thursday, August 29, 2002  
One of my quilts is touring in a collection called "Roots of Racism: Ignorance and Fear." It's currently on display in Atlanta GA and there's a great article in the Atlanta Journal Constitution about the show. Especially exciting to me:
The traditional repeat-pattern quilts in this show are generally quite successful artistically in addition to making pointed observations about the perception of difference. An excellent example is "Warp, Weft, Rift" by Mary Beth Goodman, who wove broad strips of raw-edged fabric, using warm hues for the warp and cool ones for the weft. She then attached the woven block to a quilted black background, stretching it out of line in three spots to create large concentrically stitched circles. In an otherwise predictable design, these circles impart an ominous tone solely because they depart from the rigidity of the grid.

Written at: 8/29/2002 12:36:00 AM

Tuesday, August 27, 2002  
So, do you want to see me in my "jaguar" skirt? How about a photo of Ron in a yellow hawaiian shirt? The president of the Mac Users Group in Oneonta took these photos of the Jaguar pre-release party at Crossgates Mall.

Written at: 8/27/2002 08:37:00 PM

Sunday, August 25, 2002  
ooooooooh Beethoven's Ninth Symphony courtesy of the BSO @ Tanglewood and WAMC. Who could ask for a better Sunday afternoon?

Written at: 8/25/2002 02:58:00 PM

Saturday, August 24, 2002  
New Quilt, official portrait

We took the official portrait (136K) today so I got this shot on digital. The colors are pretty truthful, at least on my screen -- much better with real lighting.

Update on this quilt -- it's going out into the world with a title. "Repercussion" thanks for everyone's input!

Written at: 8/24/2002 03:56:00 PM

  • Refraction NOUN: 1. The turning or bending of any wave, such as a light or sound wave, when it passes from one medium into another of different optical density.
  • Repercussion NOUN: 1. Repetition of sound via reflection from a surface: echo, reverberation. 2. The strong effect exerted by one person or thing on another: force, impact, impression, influence.
  • Reverberate INTRANSITIVE VERB: 1. To resound in a succession of echoes; reecho. 2. To have a prolonged or continuing effect. 3. To be repeatedly reflected. 4. To be forced or driven back; recoil or rebound.

Written at: 8/24/2002 12:45:00 AM

Friday, August 23, 2002  
I'm reporting to you live and in person at the 10:20 PM release of the new OS -- Jaguar -- at the Crossgates Apple Store. The place is mobbed. Probably more than the opening day crowd. how exciting is that?

More exciting than the crowd? The wonderful new OS -- speedy, sleek, surprising and incredibly stable. More than a girl could ask for. And not only that -- it gave me the opportunity to wear my cool "jaguar" print skirt. Now THAT's cool.

Just had to report in. You missed quite an event if you weren't there. Get jaguar or be square.

Written at: 8/23/2002 10:34:00 PM

Wednesday, August 21, 2002  
How about these choices for title:
  • Repercussion
  • Refraction
  • reverb (reverberation)
  • reflection
  • echo (how about echoing).

Written at: 8/21/2002 11:02:00 AM

Tuesday, August 20, 2002  
hey! YOU!! over there on the other side of the screen. Leave me a comment, for pete's sake. Geesh. I hate talking to myself.

Written at: 8/20/2002 09:59:00 PM

Monday, August 19, 2002  
New quilt, newly finished

Done. All I need now is a title. Suggestions? The only things I've come up with so far include: reverb, reverberation, reflection, remembrance and echo.

For the record, this quilt is 70.5" W x 42.25" H and is pieced of commercially available cottons.

Written at: 8/19/2002 02:39:00 AM

Sunday, August 18, 2002  
I'm doing a little agitating here.

Take September 11, 2002 off from work or school. Make it a day of remembrance and work towards peace, instead of as a day off for shopping and chores. Do something out of the ordinary with other people to remember and build strength. Here are some examples:

Written at: 8/18/2002 11:12:00 AM

Saturday, August 17, 2002  
Let's just yell it out together shall we?

The binding is DONE!

Written at: 8/17/2002 01:03:00 AM

Friday, August 16, 2002  
Knowing is not enough;
We must Apply.
Willing is not enough;
We must Do. -- Goethe†

Written at: 8/16/2002 10:27:00 AM

In between all the car-buying excitement, going to work, dealing with the heat and humidity -- I've perservered with my quilt and indeed the binding is half-a-long-side away from being done. then a quick sewing down of the sleeve (and why didn't I put the bottom sleeve on it as I normally do???) and it's done! I hope to get it there today so we can take slides and official digital images and send off an entry form for it. Have to figure out how and where to sign it too.

Oh. And a title please.

Written at: 8/16/2002 10:25:00 AM

So tomorrow starts the end of the process of buying the new car. I get to do the banking part of it. It's rather a daunting thing, but then, this will only be what, car number four for me. Yellow chevette, blue volkswagon, plum saturn..... all long-driven by me.

Gosh, how I remember buying the chevette. It was more money than I could ever imagine spending for something. My first car. Something made me decide to buy a manual (possibly the cheaper price tag). Only problem - I'd never driven stick in my life. This meant going to the dealer and doing all the paperwork for the transaction and then having my Dad drive me and the car home.

What followed was a period of time of me backing and forwarding up and down my parents' dead end street. Let the clutch out. Put the clutch in. Repeat. Up to the corner, now back up. Eventually, up to the corner, stop at the stop sign, turn out onto the next street and go around the block. Then hills! Quite a few driving lessons later, I was able to slip the clutch and drive without stalling no matter what.

Now I love driving a manual transmission and wouldn't drive anything else by choice. Love having 5th gear, love being able to downshift. It's gotten me out of some bad spots in my day.

But what ever convinced me to get a manual in the first place? I have no recollection at all.

After I do the banking, I will clean out my 1995 saturn for the last time.

Written at: 8/16/2002 12:35:00 AM

Wednesday, August 14, 2002  
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. -- Helen Keller

Written at: 8/14/2002 11:07:00 PM

Guess what I did last night?

Written at: 8/14/2002 12:13:00 AM

Sunday, August 11, 2002  
The car (95 saturn with 156K miles) is sputtering, the heat is intense, I'm boiling potatoes for the pleasure of having potato salad and I have 9 yards of bias binding to iron and prepare. And the sleeve to make for the same quilt. No wonder I am procrastinating in the cool of the downstairs!

In this morning's NY Times magazine, Wm Safire takes a vacation and his stand-ins pen a wonderful piece about what's good about "good" email. Should be emailed to every person on line. Go - read - digest. Then send the link to a friend! Send it to an email list you're on! Spread the peace. Calm the flames.

I'm still enjoying the vision of the world's population lying under the stars, all toes pointing northeast.

Written at: 8/11/2002 05:03:00 PM

The Perseid meteor shower will be viewable over the next few nights. I liked the description of how to look at this:
The best time to look for meteors is when Perseus is highest in the sky--between 2 a.m. and dawn. On August 12th, set your alarm for 2 o'clock in the morning. Go outside; lie down on a sleeping bag or a reclining lawn chair with your toes pointed northeast; and gaze upward. Soon you'll see shooting stars racing along the Milky Way.
If a large number of people did this, surely it would improve the world.

Written at: 8/11/2002 01:40:00 PM

Saturday, August 10, 2002  

A new landscape quilt....

Written at: 8/10/2002 11:25:00 PM

Monday, August 05, 2002  
From the Haystack Mountain Spring 2002 Newsletter
In this way the season and our own intentions have come together, and it is always a wonderful, surprising, and nearly miraculous moment to behold. Each phase of this process has its time and its place. Here and elsewhere this year, I think itís not only winter that has been unsettled, but our own creative lives as well. Do we turn to art to heal ourselves and others? Can we make something that will make sense of events that donít make sense? We know that the life of each emotion, each idea, each yearning, has its own rhythm, as does the natural world that has formed and shaped us. We have times of excitement, clarity, confusion, silence, and making, sometimes weeks and months apart, sometimes a split second apart. When the time is right, we slide open the gray doors to the studio, roll up our sleeves and get to work.

Written at: 8/05/2002 11:25:00 PM

Saturday, August 03, 2002  
The quilting is done, unless I want to fix a few boo boos here and there.

whooo hooo! I hung it up on the wall that's the largest in my room and even though I was lacking a good 6-10 inches in wall, the quilt hangs flat. Phew, what a relief.

Written at: 8/03/2002 01:29:00 AM

Friday, August 02, 2002  
I'm listening to a recording of Yo Yo Ma playing Bach Cello Concertos, via my iPod and some new noise-cancelling ear pieces. well, I can't say they're totally noise cancelling, but they sure are noise reducing. I guess the more important thing is that the musical sound is wonderful and because of the reduction of other noise, I can hear things like bowing noises, scratchiness of bow meeting strings, finger action noise sometimes and - Yo Yo himself - breathing. Sometimes rhythmically, sometimes about gasping it seems. Since I've seen film of him playing some of this stuff, I know that playing the cello is no light weight activity. In fact, I'd say it's downright physically demanding.

At first I wondered what some of the sounds were -- and then I closed my eyes for a few minutes and just listened. Suddenly in my head was a wonderful picture of him playing this wonderful solo piece. Go for it Mr. Ma!

Written at: 8/02/2002 11:06:00 PM

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