I continue to be bad at the internets.

Two weeks since I last posted. I suck.

In the meantime, I have become a knitter. My adult ADD means that my knitting has tons of mistakes, but perhaps I can retrain myself to concentrate. There's a part of my personality that's really attracted to the idea of making clothes for myself. I guess there's an anti-social agrarian streak in me. Every now and again I have a powerful urge to move to a shack in the Vermont woods, raise a couple sheep, a cow, and some chickens, and wear sensible shoes and homespun housecoats. And, you know, write a profound memoir about the entire experience. By hand. On, like, papyrus.

If I'm being honest with myself, of course, the closest I'll ever get to that is making scarves and hats and shit. I've also already promised The Itchy One a couple of pairs of socks to guard against the ever-m0re-frigid Maine winter. Even looking at pictures of people knitting socks on four tiny needles gives me hives, though, so it'll be a while before I work up to that. Gratefully, I took knitting classes at a really neato place (The Point!) where they're always happy to see me come in to sit, have a latte, and squint at and puzzle over my yarn.

I learned to crochet when I was a volunteer, too, and have no intention of giving it up -- mostly since I've recently become privy to this whole, weird Japanese craft culture surrounding amigurumi, small crocheted items -- usually animals, but sometimes other stuff, like mushrooms, aliens and, awesomely, dolls (I found a pattern for Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Hedwig the owl!). So, really, I continue on my long journey to becoming a Jack of Lots of Trades, Master of None at All.

Someday soon I'll get a camera and then I'll post pictures of what is certain to be some incredibly crappy handicrafts.

Baron Hesketh

My guess about Baron Hesketh was that he was a mid-16th century German nobleman. Who was a pedophile. From Alsace, the only region of which I can remember the name at the moment. Apparently I'm almost right; I'm sure The Itchy One will soon set us straight.

Also, I met Dave Eggers last night. I don't have time at the moment to get into how nifty it was, but suffice it to say he was very nice, very captivating, and extremely handsome. Damn him for having a beautiful wife and adorable child.