Link 118: This is very right but also very wrong

An ex of mine used to say that “Denzel Washington is the best actor of his generation” in a particularly reverent way, and I did not disagree. I approve of The Ringer shouting out his best roles–but am sorely disappointed that Denzel’s turn as the Prince in Much Ado About Nothing does not appear on the list. Because damn–he is so good in that role and I love that movie and I would not turn him down like Beatrice did.

Link 117: Love is Dead (As Usual), Plus an Important PSA

Not gonna lie: I loved these two as a couple and I’m sad to hear it’s over. I’ve been fond of Pattinson since seeing him in Cosmopolis. I went to a matinee, and at the start of the movie, there were four other patrons… and by the end of the film, I was enjoying a private screening. I liked it, though, and I like that Pattinson has transcended (repudiated?) his Twilight past.

Also… all this Harvey Weinstein news is bringin’ me down… The most horrifying thing about it is that a man doesn’t need HW’s level of power to get away with harassing, demeaning, and abusing women. Thank god for Sam Bee–I’ve watched this PSA four times already. It’s oddly soothing. Will likely watch a fifth (and sixth and …) time.

Link 116: A Good Life

I really like that Nicholson Baker has popped up in The Cut‘s “I Like This Bitch’s Life” series.

Because, yeah…

…hi…

…yes please.

Although really I’ve already been channeling Nicholson Baker for years. Ever since reading The Mezzanine, I’ve always stood (and not walked up) escalators. That book remains a favourite.

Finished Object: Snoqualmie Sweater

I got my hair trimmed today, so it seemed like a good day for some pics of my finished Snoqualmie sweater!

(Except that I don’t have a good mirror for finished object selfies. Making my own clothes would be easier with a full-length mirror…) I was OBSESSED with this project while it was on the needles–it’s pretty much the only thing I did in August.

I’m quite happy with the final results–I added pockets, as well as a little bit of length, so it’s even more coat-like than the original. I’m not sure how much wear I will get out of this–it’s just too warm for me in Vancouver–but I am so in love with it, I don’t care.

I’ve actually been leaving it draped over a chair in the living room, so that I can admire it like an objet d’art.

I’m super happy with the fit across the bust and hips. I knit mine with less ease than recommended by the pattern, and the closer fit through the body works well for me. The arms, however… ended up long. I think the problem is that the armscyes are too deep. I’m not sure if this is something I screwed up, or if the pattern is written with too much length through the armholes. This is actually the first set-in sleeve sweater I have made; the armscye depth is something I will pay more attention to next time.

I actually knit the collar twice… At first I cast off the back of neck according to the pattern instructions (“bind off by knitting 2 stitches together out of every 4 stitches over cables”), and once the whole thing was seamed up, I found that the sweater had a tendency to slide down my arms. The shoulders/ back neck felt very loose, resulting in a sloppy-looking sweater. So I actually ripped out the collar and the back neck bind off, and then bound off by knitting 2 stitches together out of every 3 stitches instead. This cinched up the back neck, and vastly improved the fit of the whole sweater. Definitely worth re-knitting the collar to achieve this.

I had debated using some cool antler buttons, but decided that the sweater needed something larger, with contrast, in order to really look finished.

This was a very satisfying project! I’m currently working on an improv henley using recycled yarn, but the newly released (and maybe a little less warm) Charley is calling my name… Really into this style of sweater right now.

Full project deets on Ravelry.

Denim Shirts of the Silver Screen: Star Trek “Patterns of Force”

I’m sure I’m not the first person to have noticed this, but it’s new to me, and I am amused by it–so here we are.

I’ve been knitting a lot this past month, and Star Trek has proved to be good comforting background noise while I work. I started off with the movies (all the movies, from The Motion Picture to Beyond, including the stupid whale one), which I own and have seen a few times (an ex liked to rewatch them all at Christmas, and that’s the kind of nonsense tradition I can get behind). And then, since I still had more knitting to do, I started in on the original series. I would have seen reruns on television growing up, but I didn’t remember anything specific from the show, so it was all new to me in 2017. I was weirdly impressed–it’s still sexist and racist, and deeply absurd–but it was obviously trying, and its optimism has been oddly comforting in these politically tumultuous times.

Now, with that justification out of the way… BEHOLD:

Kirk’s lookin’ kinda good in that chambray number, no?

Clearly Kirk needed to be the sexy one while Spock gets stuck in an absolute potato sack of a sweater. But does the transporter randomly undo pocket buttons?

Or was [Canadian national treasure] William Shatner taking the piss out of the costume designer?

Because seriously… the scene only lasts a few moments, but those damn pocket buttons do-and-undo themselves in a different configuration in almost every cut.

How glorious! There are plenty of continuity faults in the show, but this one’s my fave.

Of course, Trek being Trek, Kirk does not stay in that shirt for long! He and Spock strip down and get whipped by Nazis (it’s a weird episode), and we get a good long look at Shatner’s oiled up chest (with lipstick streaks for whip marks?) as well as a rare view of bare Nimoy chest.

Just hilarious!

Link 114: Breaking in Your Birkenstocks

I bought a pair of Birkenstocks this summer, immediately wore them on a beach date that involved a lot of walking,* and ended up with brutal blisters so deep they left scars. I didn’t even know that a painful breaking-in period was common for Birks; this piece from Racked makes me feel better about my suffering.

 

*We went out to Iona Beach and walked along the spit to a secluded spot–very lovely but windy enough to fill our wine glasses with sand. At one point, a nude man wearing a backpack walked by, and somehow, he was the most naked person I have ever seen. Maybe it was the contrast created by the full-clothed woman walking beside him; maybe it was his backpack; maybe it was the glowing summer evening sun. Whatever it was, that dude was N-A-K-E-D.

“Bad Liar” and “Feels”

Thanks to this from Kelly Conaboy, I have now listened to a Selena Gomez song, and I don’t hate it (?). I do like the video–it’s creepy in an adorable sort of way.

And–also in the ‘song of the summer’ category…

The  lyrics and the video to this Calvin Harris number absolutely enrage me–so sexist! so demeaning!–but fuck if it ain’t catchy.

Link 113: On Women’s Writing

I read this piece on the length of women’s fiction writing, and found it interesting. Elif Batuman’s The Idiot is a definitely an exception to Patterson’s thesis, but considering it’s the only recently published example I could think of off hand, it may be the exception that proves the rule.

(The Idiot is amazing, by the way. I’m not sure I would have gotten it when I was Selin’s age, but now that I’m old and have known a few Ivans, it speaks directly to my heart. It’s also very fun to pair it with Nell Zink’s The Wallcreeper. Both novels are darkly comic coming of age stories, but they go in utterly opposite directions. Both are brilliant.)