Thursday, March 08, 2007

Inadequate lighting

Terttu emailed this to me today, saying that it was International Women's Day. I have no idea what that means, but I did spend a bunch of time at both breakfast and lunch reading the paper (my new favorite pastime that I don't do in my normal life), and felt sick to my stomach when I saw this on the front page of the NY Times. I mean, really sick. I called Cindy to wish her a happy bday and she was in a good mood but I had to tell her about it, since her master's thesis was about comfort women in WWII. I read a tiny bit of her research when I visited her in Sweden years ago when she was in school, but I couldn't handle it. It's incredibly upsetting. But so important that it is made public, and written permanently into history. She used to work for End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography and Trafficking of Children for Sexual Purposes, which is another thing I could never stomach. I wish I could, but no way. But regardless, happy women's day.

I made another quick book w/the paper Gili gave me before I left New York. I'm using the piano as a nipping press now. It's very convenient: you open the part of the lid that reveals the music stand, and put the book under it where it sits on the rest of the lid. I love multi-functional instruments.

I've been knitting this book that I couldn't do in VT b/c they didn't give me enough HEAT in my studio. It looks like just a big mess of shifu right now, which it is, but I'm hopeful I'll finish before Terttu visits Saturday night. Today's hippie moment: I tried again to get into the treehouse, and the trap door wasn't iced shut anymore so I got up into it!! And hugged the tree. There was a little sap coming out of one of the tiny branches. The snow on the prairie is melting fast w/the warm weather. Here's something to look forward to: photo blogging week! We're inviting any and everybody to join, March 15-22, 2007. Wohooo!

1 comment:

  1. Wow, I looked at that article and I guess I should really just stop complaining about my life. I can't even comprehend how those women kept on going.

    Although sometimes I think maybe if I had been abused as a child, I would have gotten breast implants and become a stripper (no disrespect to strippers or those with breast implants).

    I got your package!! I love it! The paper is beautiful and so thick, and the message written on the whistle is just what I needed to see....


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