14.3.07
Doing ItYourself Isn't Always Easy.
Man am I tired; Kalan and I decided instead of spending 30-40 bucks on a ball winder, we'd make me one instead. We've been working on it for the past few days and are now on version 3. We thought we had finished it today, so we gave it a whirl (no pun intended), but something wasn't right. The yarn, while winding around the dowel, wasn't criss-crossing like it should. It was making a column of yarn, not a ball. After a long time of thinking and trying to get the damn internet to work at his house, we discovered that we were missing an integral mechanism of the ball winder: not only does the platform spin around, it also revolves as it spins, like the Earth. That's what makes a ball of yarn; we never noticed because we were looking off a plastic ball winder in a catalog that had a plastic casing over the revolving mechanism. We made plans for it tonight, and we'll probably work on it tomorrow.

Dad's coming to visit us tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. I feel like our relationship is beginning to mend, and I'm glad for that. It'll be nice to get together and just talk about things that are going on.

By the way, I got my hands on Blackfield's newest album, and it is absolutely beautiful; I recommend it fully. I just can't stop listening to it, either--I can't get enough of it. My only complaint about it is that there isn't enough of it. My favorite songs from it are "Epidemic" and "Where is My Love?". You'll be doing yourself a favor by checking it out. It makes me even sadder to know that their tour isn't coming anywhere near the southeast.

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  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls


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Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
T'envoûter
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

 
 Music
  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
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  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
  ¢ VG Cats
  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2


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