tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56750823724487088182024-03-13T16:35:22.006-04:00Nelly FaceNelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-12028122820763630212009-04-06T23:12:00.009-04:002009-04-06T23:21:46.988-04:00It's a Ruff life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SdrGomga2wI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kfyFg5n3WlY/s1600-h/0401091609.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SdrGomga2wI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kfyFg5n3WlY/s400/0401091609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321784310525254402" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-53958469883923299512009-04-05T21:41:00.004-04:002009-04-05T21:56:53.663-04:00It's Over.Today Wonder of the World closed. I was the assistant stage manager and wardrobe mistress, and let me just tell you, I am so happy it's done! Phew! Not that there weren't fun parts, because there were, but I just do not want to be an assistant stage manager EVER AGAIN. Forget about it. Anyway, gaze upon the clown.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1437.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1437.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-61259296138481668562009-04-04T15:35:00.003-04:002009-04-04T15:42:39.377-04:00Big Sewing.The Hubbard Street Dance Company hired me to make a backdrop. It was so huge that we laid it out in one of the dance studios.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/0319091219a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/0319091219a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Thats</span> Carol <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stading</span> behind it, she's a crazy person.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/0319091322.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/0319091322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Here's some poor sewing machine drowning in fire proof fabric.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-41728634714014280842009-04-01T23:06:00.005-04:002009-04-01T23:37:34.862-04:00Chicago.So this is where I live now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.videosforfamily.com/Emerald%20City.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 221px;" src="http://www.videosforfamily.com/Emerald%20City.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>On the back lot of MGM! Haha, no. I lived with Lucy and John for awhile, and we adopted a beautiful kitty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/0223091256.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/0223091256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>But then I moved out! This is my little sewing area in my new place.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1411.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Its messy in this picture because I was making some bellhop vests. More about that later!Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-46375013706940734812009-03-31T00:02:00.003-04:002009-04-05T21:27:14.699-04:00In which I am perhaps a little sarcastic about serious things. Like religion.Time passes so quickly, doesn't it? It's been a couple of months, I've traveled to the Holy Land, completely lost my religion, came home and moved to a new city. Phew!<br /><br />So I suppose I will start with Israel. I could write a book, or perhaps a stand up routine about my birthright trip, but who has the time? Obviously not me or I would have been more diligent on this here blog.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1265.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1265.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ah! The arid lands of my forefathers! This particular vista reminded me rather of Chalton Heston. You know that scene, in "The Ten Commandments"? Where he's cursing god and wandering in the desert? You know, and then he gets high and watches a bush burn for way too long? Good times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />So that tower up there? Thats the tower where Jesus will come down at the end of the world. And all those little white things on the hill top, those are graves. The people burried there will be the first resurrected by Jesus and will thus serve as his zombie army and slay all non believers. Then they will all pass through the Damascus gate (where I was standing when I took this picture) and have some wine. That's exactly what it says in the scripture. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1263.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>This is one of the soldiers who traveled with our group. She's a very religious orthodox jew. She thought I was a hoot. In this picture she's praying she won't end up like Charlton Heston. At Masada. Which was another excellent movie featuring men wearing really short skirts.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Here are some jews. In Jerusalem. Yup.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1124.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>There was some beauty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1330.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_1330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div>And there was also some love. But there really is no place like home. Thank you, America. This is my country.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-3093600352069414872009-01-04T20:14:00.005-05:002009-04-01T00:07:39.345-04:00IsraelBaruch atah Hashem Elokenu melech haolam, shelo asani goy, shelo asani aved, shelo asani isha. <br /><br />This is an old jewish prayer that says "Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who did not make me a Gentile, who did not make me a slave, who did not make me a woman." As I am about to travel to Israel, I feel the obvious need to make up a new prayer. <br /><br />Thank you, God, for my peaceful life and loving family, and please keep my mind and heart open and help everyone in this world find peace.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-58386705330277152702008-12-24T17:56:00.004-05:002009-01-02T20:46:15.564-05:00HanukkahI'm really feeling the hanukkah spirit this year! Holidays seem much more fun when there's a depression. Not so much pressure to find the perfect item, which is a great relief, for I'm a terrible shopper. Also, making gifts is much more accetable during times of economic strife! I made cut paper cards for my family. Here's the one I made for my mom. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/momcard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/momcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />And this is the one I made for my sister!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/livcard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/livcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I made one for my dad too, but he's already squirrled it away in some secret place. He thinks I am conspiring to keep art from him. You will have to imagine it- it had mountains on it. He likes mountains. I was stumped on a present to get for my mother, because, as I have previously stated I'm a terrible shopper and Mom is the woman who has everything. And if she doesn't have it, she probably wants to pick it out herself. So I had nothing, and no ideas, and then, all of a sudden, I had a moment of inspiration. I made her a case for her knitting needles! We suffer from knitting needle black hole proliferation at our house.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/needlecase.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/needlecase.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I used all my favourite fabrics. My sister brought us the most fabulous textile from Mexico.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/birds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 682px; height: 1024px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Is'nt it beautiful? <br />For Nora, I made a pillow based on the <a href="http://fiberistanora.blogspot.com/2008/05/code-quilt-key-to-it-all.html">quilt code</a> she and I made up last year. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/pillowfront.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/pillowfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It means that she is a gold star lesbian who wants a nice trannie or perhaps a drag king to take her out for dinner. And possibly oral sex. Dirty quilting!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/pillowback.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 415px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/pillowback.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The back is the most beautiful rainbow step ladder! With vintage buttons I found in Santa Fe.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-54506062612636983882008-12-20T17:22:00.005-05:002009-01-04T20:14:09.216-05:00The Shortest Day of the Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SV6U433zjfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M7ayUEnKhkY/s1600-h/sols.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SV6U433zjfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/M7ayUEnKhkY/s400/sols.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286826717371141618" /></a><br />Is also the darkest.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-79481141534601371952008-12-03T17:13:00.003-05:002008-12-03T17:45:55.578-05:00Quilt!<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFNZ3oe_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/V14pUN23sCw/s1600-h/quilt.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">I finished my quilt! It is most satisfying to finish a quilt and then sleep under it. Because my room is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">embarrassingly</span> nerdy (could I have any more Lord of the Rings posters?) I took pictures of it outside.</span></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFNZ3oe_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/V14pUN23sCw/s1600-h/quilt.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFNZ3oe_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/V14pUN23sCw/s400/quilt.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275691216328489970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFN0yrf1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/egxqpHfnJDU/s1600-h/quiltfence.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFN0yrf1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/egxqpHfnJDU/s400/quiltfence.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275691223555473234" /></a><br />Detail!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFNDkOzXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XUJbDuAM05o/s1600-h/detail.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFNDkOzXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XUJbDuAM05o/s400/detail.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275691210341535090" /></a>And here's the back, with the basting still in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFMYDK0II/AAAAAAAAAaw/5dZe_O_d0c8/s1600-h/backwbasting.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STcFMYDK0II/AAAAAAAAAaw/5dZe_O_d0c8/s400/backwbasting.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275691198660137090" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-37646331999530835612008-11-29T20:55:00.003-05:002008-11-29T21:00:07.613-05:00Mrs. Grace Coolidge exhibits her pet raccoon (Rebecca) to children gathered in the White House grounds for Easter egg rolling.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STHyyMk0X9I/AAAAAAAAAao/qTXWLBT1csQ/s1600-h/535855962_04fadd0d04_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STHyyMk0X9I/AAAAAAAAAao/qTXWLBT1csQ/s400/535855962_04fadd0d04_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274263582810595282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STHyx82-KcI/AAAAAAAAAag/hCAMlx5L0HA/s1600-h/3b39483r.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/STHyx82-KcI/AAAAAAAAAag/hCAMlx5L0HA/s400/3b39483r.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274263578591766978" /></a><div>First Presidential Raccoon. </div>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-23729679204436294912008-11-20T06:23:00.002-05:002008-11-29T22:03:44.839-05:00This one is for you, Grace Anna Goodhue CoolidgeSometimes at night I lie awake and worry about our nation's less successful presidents. How must it feel to attain the highest office in the land and then be remembered as being rather dull, if you are remembered at all. The presidential libraries of Chester Arthur, Millard Fillmore, Warren G. Harding, and James Garfield are all probably having trouble raising funds. If they even have libraries. Calvin Coolidge was keeping me awake the other night. He was veep when Harding popped his clogs (which was the most interesting thing Harding ever did) and then won the presidency for real in 1924. But I couldn't think of one thing Coolidge did in office! I still can't, actually. But, thanks to the <a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/history/firstladies/gc30.html">White House dot gov's handy biographies of first ladies</a>, I now know that Coolidge may have been a stiff, but his wife, Grace, was a delight. In addition to being a most popular first lady, she was also a psychic knitter. That's right, her knitting predicted the future. Consider this tidbit:<br /><br />Some one noticed that a bedspread, knitted nearly a year ago by Mrs. Coolidge and intended to be left in the White House, bore a prophecy. On one side was knitted "Lincoln 1861-1865." On the other side; "Calvin Coolidge—1923-1929." Long before President Coolidge announced his "choice," Mrs. Coolidge said, to a friend who exclaimed at her bedspread, "I know what I'm doing."<br /><br />(It seems the newspapers of the early 1920s were just as obsessed with their President-elect as we are now, and <a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,751758-2,00.html">followed his every move</a>) Yes, Mrs. Grace Coolidge was a righteous prophetic knitting babe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTg6w24CoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2GnZVNCsz7w/s1600-h/grace_coolidge_knitting.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270584764082424450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTg6w24CoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2GnZVNCsz7w/s400/grace_coolidge_knitting.jpg" border="0" /></a>I think she could not only see the future, but used yarn to gather useful information and possibly even influence policy. (I mean, look into those eyes. Those are cunning eyes.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTZIKZ0w5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/r_pEdCoSwUI/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270576198185173906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTZIKZ0w5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/r_pEdCoSwUI/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" /></a>When Grace Coolidge died, a whole pile of knitted blankets were left to the Coolidge estate. Several of them, including one reading "President Barack Hussein Obama 2008- 2016", were considered to be evidence of Grace's descent into madness in her elder years, and were thrown away.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-26154071886182373222008-11-19T22:15:00.003-05:002008-11-24T16:02:28.728-05:00Monsters are attacking my head!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTW3voPd-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WGQ0eStEII4/s1600-h/headmonster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270573717096724450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTW3voPd-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WGQ0eStEII4/s400/headmonster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And my hands!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTW4Zd6cpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HStSRSUpoSo/s1600-h/handmonsters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270573728327692946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTW4Zd6cpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HStSRSUpoSo/s400/handmonsters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Googly eyes are really great.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTW4oDzwHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5aHJpLj3ff4/s1600-h/allthemonsters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270573732244734066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 611px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SSTW4oDzwHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5aHJpLj3ff4/s400/allthemonsters.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-5382346757525791272008-11-07T13:01:00.012-05:002008-11-24T16:20:46.173-05:00Anxiety Projects<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSIsWLsBAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xXNRey3TrnA/s1600-h/sweater1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265984159753176066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSIsWLsBAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xXNRey3TrnA/s400/sweater1.jpg" border="0" /></a>I'm still reeling from the election. Being anxious about it for so long, it's hard to realize its over. Though I am thoroughly relieved, I still have moments of complete panic. Not that I don't have things to freak out about now. How can you deal with a world in upheaval, trying to find a job, and breaking up with your girlfriend? Well, damned if I know. <a href="http://nellyface.blogspot.com/2008/01/knitting-through-heart-break.html">But making stuff has always helped me.</a> I finally finished the cardigan I've been working on since Santa Fe. Turns out, Careful Knitting Nelly is kind of slow! I admit, I got very angry that it wasn't going faster during the second sleeve. I haven't blocked it yet and its kind of covered in cat hair, but it came out very nicely.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSDbaYdAfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tJPcFqcxS4Q/s1600-h/sweater2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978371264545266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSDbaYdAfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tJPcFqcxS4Q/s400/sweater2.jpg" border="0" /></a>I also finally finished a scrap hat for Nora. Only took me a year to weave the ends in! Worst part of knitting, as far as I'm concerned.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSD_8WX7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/erBFpB3ws7c/s1600-h/norahat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978998857920018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSD_8WX7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/erBFpB3ws7c/s400/norahat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSJnWsTJqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7pG0jgLGYQo/s1600-h/100_0810.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265985173502240418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSJnWsTJqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7pG0jgLGYQo/s320/100_0810.JPG" border="0" /></a>Between Mom and I there is a lot of ugly scrap fabric in the family home, and really nothing to be done with it. I mean, neon fish with overbites might have been a good idea in some designers head- it appealed to 7-year old Nelly- but what to do with stuff like that now? In a fit of the crazies, I bleached and dyed all of it. (On the left is my post college dye kitchen.) Then I tore everything into strips and made a quilt top.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSNIsI-IrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/PWYt3yD7lHQ/s1600-h/quilt4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265989044730208946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSNIsI-IrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/PWYt3yD7lHQ/s400/quilt4.jpg" border="0" /></a>And when you have anxiety, its always good to have something to hide under.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSDcmZjcoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FT_c3RO9JzI/s1600-h/quilt3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978391670256258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SRSDcmZjcoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FT_c3RO9JzI/s400/quilt3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-20021783249407328152008-11-05T11:36:00.005-05:002008-11-29T22:23:49.654-05:00Slogans Through the AgesI still can't really believe it. I keep checking the news, expecting some one to demand a recount in Ohio, or complain about biting ballots in Florida. The highest office in the land is one of my favorite things, and only partially because of the endlessly amusing trivia that it provides. I'm excited about our new President. Obama is so smart and collected and balanced, it seems as if I can be proud of the government again. And even if he is unable to live up to my expectations (which are high) at least there will be glamorous photo shoots of the Obama family with their new dog to look forward too.<br /><br />This campaign has crippled me with worry. What a crazy race, what a peculiar American tradition. The <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2008/10/20/081020crat_atlarge_lepore">New Yorker had a really good article</a> about the birth of the American Presidential campaign. George Washington seems to have run on the platform of "Oh, I seem to be the only one, don't I?" And until Andrew Jackson, campaigning as we know it was non existent. "Keeping with the tradition of the first five American Presidents, Adams (running against Jackson) considered currying favor with voters to be beneath the dignity of the office, and believed that any man who craved the Presidency ought not to have it." We all know how that worked out. So, in the interest of capitalist democracy, I decided to compile a list of all the Campaign slogans.<br /><br />1840<br />William Henry Harrison VS. Martin Van Buren<br />William "Tippecanoe and Tyler Too" " Harrison seems to have coined the first campaign slogan. Van Buren, already having been president for 4 years after Jackson with no such rhyming craziness, seems to have been shocked into defeat.<br /><br />1844<br />James K. Polk VS. Henry Clay<br />"Reannexation of Texas and Reoccupation of Oregon" Vs "Who is James K. Polk?"<br />Polk's technique of putting "Re" in front of things that were otherwise really boring beat out Clay's weird rhetorical question. (He's the guy debating you, you moron!)<br /><br />1848<br />Zachary Taylor VS Lewis Cass<br />Taylor's "For President of the people" beat Lewis Cass handily. On the other hand, Lewis Cass wasn't very good at his job.<br /><br />1852<br />Franklin Pierce VS. Winifield Scott<br />"We Polked them in ’44, We’ll Pierce them in ’52" VS "Old Fuss and Feathers"<br />My all time favorite slogan, a pun that involves violence, way won out over having a weird nickname that makes voters think of angry geese.<br /><br />1856<br />James Buchannan VS. John C. Fremont VS. Millard Fillmore<br />In this election, the third party candidate may have only won about .08 electoral votes, but he won best slogan by a mile:<br />"Free Soil, Free Labor, Free Speech, Free Men, and Fremont." Buchanan and Fillmore were so awed that "Fremont" had "Free" in it, they couldn't even think of a slogan. ("Fill more mills with Millard Fillmore?"... No...)<br /><br />1860<br />Abraham Lincoln VS. A Bunch of Crazies<br />"Vote Yourself a Farm" VS. incoherent screams<br />Isn't that funny? I don't remember Abe's presidency having much to do with farms.<br /><br />1864<br />Abraham Lincoln Vs. George B. McClellan<br />Lincoln's "Don't swap horses in the middle of the stream" was met with a "what can I say, I think he's right" from Mr. McClellan. That and McClellan was kind of a bad general.<br /><br />After Abe was shot and the Andrew Johnson messed up really badly, there was a short break in campaign slogans. Ulysses S. Grant's could've been "I won the civil war, DUH" but he wasted the opportunity. Rutherford B. Hayes and James A. Garfield were similarly uninspired, probably realizing they were the presidents every one was most likely to forget about.<br /><br />1884<br />Grover Cleveland VS. James Blaine<br />Well, after a dry spell Cleveland and Blaine brought it back, with absurd limerick raps that bring delight to history students to this day. "Blaine, Blaine, James G. Blaine, The Continental Liar from the State of Maine!" cried Cleveland. "Oh yeah?" said Blaine, "well, your Ma, Ma, Where’s my Pa, Gone to the White House, Ha, Ha, Ha." In short, it was the most awesome presidential race ever. Candidates should all be forced to debate in rhyming couplets.<br /><br />1888<br />Benjamin Harrison VS. Grover Cleveland<br />Benjamin Harrison beat Cleveland with "Rejuvenated Republicanism," probably because everyone fell asleep just thinking about the phase "Rejuvenated Republicanism". Then everyone forgot about Harrison because he was boring and re-elected Cleveland in 1892, because even if he sucked at making slogans, at least his first name was "Grover."<br /><br />1896<br />William McKinley VS. William Jennings Bryan<br />McKinley's "Patriotism, Protection, and Prosperity" handily beat William Jennings Bryan's "In a couple of years I'm going to try and disprove Darwin's theory of evolution in a really weird, crazy and public way!"<br /><br />1900<br />William McKinley VS. William Jennings Bryan<br />McKinley was obviously feeling confident, because his slogan, "A Full Dinner Pail" is complete nonsense.<br /><br />Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft, and first term Woodrow Wilson seem to have still been pondering "A Full Dinner Pail" (a dinner pail? what is that? isn't it supposed to be lunch pail? full of what? full of whiskey? So many questions, so few answers) So they didn't think up anything new.<br /><br />1916<br />Woodrow Wilson VS Theodore Roosevelt VS William Howard Taft VS. Eugene V. Debs<br />Woodrow Wilson's slogan, "He kept us out of war" turned out great, especially because as soon as he was re-elected, we went to war!<br /><br />1920<br />Warren G Harding VS. James M. Cox<br />Harding played hard defense here, coming up with both "Return to normalcy" and "Cox and Cocktails." I never want things to be normal, and I love cocktails, so these slogans should have worked against Harding. Cox could have turned it around- "That's right! Vote for Cox and get a cocktail!" Of course, this was in the middle of Prohibition, so that probably wouldn't have worked out.<br /><br />1924<br />Calvin Coolidge VS John W. Davis<br />"Keep it Cool with Coolidge!" Yeah, that is pretty cool! It didn't make him any more memorable as a president, though.<br /><br />1928<br />Herbert Hoover VS Al Smith<br />"A chicken in Every Pot and a Car in Every Garage" and a cushion on every chair and a lover in every bed and whiskey in every bottle! But then the great depression happened, so there was a hobo on every street.<br /><br />FDR seems to have eschewed slogans, but he had some witty sayings, like the New Deal. Okay, that's not that witty. But FDR is still pretty cool. He don't need no slogans. Harry S. Truman was also sloganless, but I think this would be a good one- "Tough times need a Tru-Man!" Hehe!<br /><br />1952<br />Dwight Eisenhower Vs Adalai Stevenson<br />"I like Ike" I didn't think "Ike" was a nickname for "Dwight." Do you think its a nickname for his last name? Do people usually have nicknames for their last names? More mysteries. Even though this slogan rhymes, its kind of inane.<br /><br />1956<br />Dwight Eisenhower VS Adlai Stevenson<br />"Peace and prosperity"-- more boring slogans from Ike, and this one doesn't even rhyme. Adlai must have been pissed that he kept losing.<br /><br />1960<br />John F. Kennedy Vs Richard Nixon<br />Richard Nixon's was "For the Future." JFK's was "I'm really hot, and so is my wife!" Okay, I made that up.<br /><br />1964<br />Lyndon B. Johnson VS Barry Goldwater<br />"The stakes are too high for you to stay at home" said LBJ. "In your heart you know he's right," said Barry Goldwater. Its obvious why LBJ won, because, who even was Goldwater talking about? You know who's right? LBJ? Aren't you running against him?<br /><br />1968<br />Richard Nixon Vs. Hubert Humphrey<br />"Nixon's the One" Yes, yes, Nixon is the one who would bring ruin on the white house. Hubert Humphrey is the one with an awesome alliterative name.<br /><br />1972<br />Richard Nixon VS George McGovern<br />There were no slogans in this race, instead, the candidates mud wrestled! Okay, I made that up too.<br /><br />1976<br />Jimmy Carter VS Gerald Ford<br />"Not Just Peanuts!" said Jimmy Carter. "You mean we get cashews too?" said the American public. "Awesome!" "He's Making Us Proud Again," said Gerald Ford. "He's making who proud?" the American Public asked.<br /><br />1980<br />Ronald Reagan VS Jimmy Carter<br />"Are you Better Off than you were Four Years Ago?" asked Ronald Reagan. People scratched their heads and thought really hard about that one. They were thinking so hard, they forgot to vote. Jimmy Carter, busy fighting off an army of swamp rabbits, declined to comment.<br /><br />1984<br />Ronald Reagan VS Walter Mondale<br />"It's Morning Again in America!" Nobody wanted to tell him the sun also came up during Carter's presidency.<br /><br />1988<br />George H. W. Bush VS. Michael Dukakis<br />George H. W. Bush wanted a "Kinder, Gentler Nation." You know, I might make fun of this, (a kinder, gentler nation full of xenophobic nut jobs??!!) but just having spent the last 8 years with his son, I can say it was, indeed, a kinder, gentler nation back then.<br /><br />1992<br />Bill Clinton VS George H.W. Bush VS Ross Perot<br />Bill Clinton courted the votes of Fleetwood Mac fans everywhere, with his sing songy slogan. "Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow." Ross Perot inspired general awe for his craziness, summed up best by his slogan: "Ross for Boss".<br /><br />1996<br />Bill Clinton VS Bob Dole<br />"Building a Bridge to the 21st Century" VS "The Better Man for a Better America"<br />That bridge was a bridge to no where! I said it. I tried not to, but I had to.<br /><br />2000<br />George W. Bush VS Al Gore<br />"Compassionate Conservatism" won, because people didn't know what it meant. Scary republicans were going to go to war with random countries, over turn Roe V. Wade and beat people in the streets. And yet they called in compassionate? Did they apologize after throwing rocks through your windows? Gore's "Prosperity and Progress" was much less intriguing.<br /><br />2004<br />George W. Bush VS John Kerry<br />"Yes, America Can!" said George W. Bush. "Yes, America can actually elect an overzealous, incompetent, inarticulate war mongering freak to for a second term!" "Hey now!" said Kerry, "Let America be America Again!" "No!" said Bush. And it was not to be so.<br /><br />2008<br />Barak Obama VS John McCain<br />Well, personally, I am very glad that "The Change we Need" won out over "Drill, Baby, Drill." I would much rather have health care than an infant with a power tool. I'm just saying.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-2040665304716938842008-10-13T22:28:00.001-04:002008-11-24T16:04:02.286-05:00Get ready!If you were overwhelmed by the New Englandy-ness of my last post, you better look away, because my mom and I just went on a <a href="http://www.woolartstournh.com/">wool arts tour</a> of New Hampshire. The Blimp, which has followed me from Holland, smiled upon the fibersy-ness of our trip. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SPUjigsZWoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EzW0hdGtb5M/s1600-h/100_0527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257147215823592066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SPUjigsZWoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EzW0hdGtb5M/s320/100_0527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My mom and I have a great deal of free floating anxiety about the upcoming election and we talked about it non stop on the trip up. Our fears were immediately vanquished at the first stop on the wool tour. The Wool Room at Meadow Brook was built in the seventeen-dipity doos, and was just<span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"> scenic</span> beyond belief.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0541.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0541.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0538.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0538.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0534.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"><br /></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0534.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257156464202997874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SPUr81l34HI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b5b1rcNqwEI/s400/100_0565.JPG" border="0" /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"> </span>I think my favorite stop was at the Chauncey Farm. Ellen Dumas told us all about getting into sheep farming (something Mom and I have been really interested in, <a href="http://nellyface.blogspot.com/2008/07/festivities.html">ever since I heard about</a> <a href="http://www.tapetesdelana.com/">the mill in Mora, New Mexico</a>) and introduced us to her sheep. One of her sheep, Cappuccino, got sheered while I was there. I've never actually seen a sheep shearing before, having always been frantically busy with school every time there was a sheep and wool festival in Maryland. When in the special shearing position, sheepies go from being freaked out and running around and stressed to limp and funny looking. Cappuccino looked like a big, disgruntled wooly teddy bear. It was really cool to touch all the wool that came off of her. The lanolin was really nice on our hands, surprisingly! I bought some of the most beautiful, soft gray yarn from Ellen. It has some Cappuccino in it! </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0580.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0580.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;">Some other highlights included a spinning lesson for me and Mom- Mom really wants to get a spinning wheel, I am still more interested in knitting. Though I am wanting other people to make me yarn.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0588.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0588.jpg" border="0" /></a>There was this amazing woman, I think her name was Janet Sillars, doing old school spinning. It was so amazing to watch, mom and I were hypnotized for awhile. It looked like the wool was just coming out of her fingers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0620.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0620.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0621.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0621.jpg" border="0" /></a>Everything was a delicious color.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0597.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0597.jpg" border="0" /></a>And the landscape was beautiful. I would say that New Hampshire does indeed deserve all those electoral votes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0607.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0607.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0549.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/scaggybump/100_0549.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-1778753939750789382008-10-08T14:07:00.001-04:002008-11-24T16:22:08.072-05:00Fibers TripI'm home with my mom, and we decided to do a little bit of local tourism. We drove up Cape, along scenic route 6A, which we usually avoid because of tourists. We're the only tourists now! We stopped at a local Unitarian church that was having a sale.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4LCSCRXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zk9oErWTYxE/s1600-h/100_0475.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254847733709292914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4LCSCRXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zk9oErWTYxE/s400/100_0475.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mom bought a fabulous vintage mint green and white apron, and a beautiful table clothe with red roses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4LQ33hsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tDXJ9lN-ub0/s1600-h/100_0476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254847737626068674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4LQ33hsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tDXJ9lN-ub0/s400/100_0476.JPG" border="0" /></a>Then it was on to the wool! The town of Dennis was having a local spinning/knitting/wool festival. We touched all of the fibers and talked to everyone about how they made their stuff. <br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4Lp7A8ZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VGr_q8bClnQ/s1600-h/100_0478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254847744350155154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4Lp7A8ZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VGr_q8bClnQ/s400/100_0478.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4MBOlYoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sHXd7xDlMTk/s1600-h/100_0479.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254847750606250626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4MBOlYoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sHXd7xDlMTk/s400/100_0479.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4MSheCpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YpCID-UpAuU/s1600-h/100_0482.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254847755248863890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4MSheCpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YpCID-UpAuU/s400/100_0482.JPG" border="0" /></a>Many of the people were dying their wool themselves with natural dyes, and getting the most beautiful colors. I bought some lovely pink yarn that had been dyed with cranberries.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4sskzh3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sBpU21KezBo/s1600-h/100_0483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254848311997990770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4sskzh3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sBpU21KezBo/s400/100_0483.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4s6sXymI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WYQakBILj8o/s1600-h/100_0481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254848315787823714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOz4s6sXymI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WYQakBILj8o/s400/100_0481.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bunnies!</div><div></div>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-11972621554626266812008-09-30T15:36:00.000-04:002008-10-02T10:44:56.444-04:00Last Picture Post!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOKCJnidm3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/nzu9pWlJRnI/s1600-h/100_0325.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOTdl1mCoyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/SCH7wZ5E4Bg/s400/100_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566707532374818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOTdJ93K45I/AAAAAAAAAVw/O6-ocnndQe0/s1600-h/100_0447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOTdJ93K45I/AAAAAAAAAVw/O6-ocnndQe0/s400/100_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566228715365266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOKCKCzzrOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ze6KcqGZRBs/s1600-h/100_0326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SOKCKCzzrOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ze6KcqGZRBs/s400/100_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251903224531889378" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-75406722615752088482008-09-26T04:55:00.000-04:002008-09-26T05:18:07.461-04:00Picture Dump!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNynxdvqrII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Cq83YZ3-F2Y/s1600-h/100_0245.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNyksel3R6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/xXfvnMyxPoE/s400/100_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250252349640230818" /></a>And! What would this all be with out another sighting of ... The Blimp!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNymVcQ1o9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NmEU2VjcjAU/s1600-h/100_0180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNymVcQ1o9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NmEU2VjcjAU/s400/100_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250254152901436370" /></a><br /></div>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-73818892084273125902008-09-17T06:45:00.000-04:002008-09-18T09:31:19.032-04:00I guess, in the US, we have Black Helicopters<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">having</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">an</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">amazing</span> time in Rotterdam!</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhRSpORII/AAAAAAAAANQ/-rVvwbtLDRg/s1600-h/100_0117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhRSpORII/AAAAAAAAANQ/-rVvwbtLDRg/s400/100_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941253065393282" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDiQS7WjLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jRp_JSKA59o/s1600-h/100_0145_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDiQS7WjLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jRp_JSKA59o/s400/100_0145_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246942335473192114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDiQosKXdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w-ey1OM7FAE/s1600-h/100_0160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDiQosKXdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w-ey1OM7FAE/s400/100_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246942341315059154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhSGM1QiI/AAAAAAAAANg/lsqCoMpYdDg/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhSGM1QiI/AAAAAAAAANg/lsqCoMpYdDg/s400/100_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941266904957474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhSwMhGKI/AAAAAAAAANo/RtbDvx4zLms/s1600-h/100_0114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhSwMhGKI/AAAAAAAAANo/RtbDvx4zLms/s400/100_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941278177925282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDiPmmCKOI/AAAAAAAAANw/KphUF3IOBq4/s1600-h/100_0132_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDiPmmCKOI/AAAAAAAAANw/KphUF3IOBq4/s400/100_0132_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246942323572615394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhR5vAzII/AAAAAAAAANY/A0NAi3kyfXs/s1600-h/100_0123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDhR5vAzII/AAAAAAAAANY/A0NAi3kyfXs/s400/100_0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941263558659202" /></a>A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">really</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">good</span> time. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">But</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">The</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Blimp</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">won't</span> stop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">following</span> me!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDj0_RyeTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/afduQiCInG4/s1600-h/100_0158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SNDj0_RyeTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/afduQiCInG4/s400/100_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246944065365375282" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-5547258214816622362008-09-15T11:48:00.002-04:002008-11-24T16:08:39.978-05:00That Blimp is Following Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SM6ENn4--xI/AAAAAAAAANI/nYt_BF5xkAQ/s1600-h/100_0097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246275985514363666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SM6ENn4--xI/AAAAAAAAANI/nYt_BF5xkAQ/s400/100_0097.JPG" border="0" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-2747202127733967882008-09-12T11:40:00.001-04:002008-11-24T16:08:54.600-05:00City of Dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMqNje3XaaI/AAAAAAAAANA/hUmuONp6b9g/s1600-h/100_0056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245160356746586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMqNje3XaaI/AAAAAAAAANA/hUmuONp6b9g/s400/100_0056.JPG" border="0" /></a>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-11465303911433287542008-09-10T12:30:00.001-04:002008-09-12T11:25:44.090-04:00Traveling!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMf2hHo5Z4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/WcPsN4xWkxQ/s1600-h/IMGP4683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMf2hHo5Z4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/WcPsN4xWkxQ/s400/IMGP4683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244431339942930306" /></a>Well, today I go to the Netherlands! So Excited! Can't wait to see my Rachel!Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-49689893776150363982008-09-08T12:47:00.001-04:002008-11-24T16:04:42.138-05:00Finished my tank top!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMapRW9Fe9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/vZ2-GK5Nd1o/s1600-h/tank.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244064931804183506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMapRW9Fe9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/vZ2-GK5Nd1o/s400/tank.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMapR8wr24I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sMktMkt7J6A/s1600-h/tankdetail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244064941952719746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMapR8wr24I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sMktMkt7J6A/s400/tankdetail.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://nellyface.blogspot.com/2008/07/finished-knitting-projects.html">Supposed to be a nightie!</a> Hah! Nightie my bum. Any way, I love it.<br /><br /><div></div>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-19089022079275934912008-08-30T18:00:00.000-04:002008-11-24T16:31:20.795-05:00In which I go on a slightly insane political tangent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/news/o/obama_barack/wife_daughters/281x211.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/news/o/obama_barack/wife_daughters/281x211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Those damn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Obama</span> kids. Could they be any cuter? Just keep bringing those kids out, its like having a panda. No one can resist the cute. Vote for me! Look! The Cute is on my side. But it is a little sad, kids in the spot light, their every move judged. Talk about an interrupted childhood. Being a president's kid is a very strange situation. I thought I was going to make a list of all the president's kids, like I did with all the presidents, but, oh my god, there are way too many of them. (And <a href="http://www.presidentschildren.com/list.htm">somebody else already did it</a>, and did a much better job) Pretty much all of the presidents had about thirteen kids, except for George Washington, who was too neurotic, and James Buchanan, who was probably gay. So I decided to just find some highlights.<div><br /><div>Most Kids Ever: John Tyler, tenth president of the united states, had eight kids by his first wife, and then seven by his second. Mary, Robert, John Letitia, Elizabeth, Anne, Alice, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tazewell</span>, David, John, Julia, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lachlan</span>, Lyon, Robert and Pearl. I really feel like he was running out of ideas in the middle there- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lachlan</span>? Really? Not feeling like their were enough players on the family softball team, he had a couple more illegitimate children with some slaves. </div><div><br /></div><div>Weirdest nicknames: Definitely a tie between John Adam's daughter, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Abigail</span>, AKA "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nabby</span>" and James Garfield's daughter, Eliza, AKA "Trot." Maybe they could start a band or something, get Abe Lincoln's kid on the drums! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nabby</span>, Trot and Tad. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nabby</span>, Trot and the American Way. Or, White House Wedding!</div><div><br /></div><div>Worst parenting style: Goes to Thomas Jefferson. He pretty much missed all of his kids being born, and then, missed their deaths too. To give the man some credit, most of them died about 15 minutes later. And those are only his legitimate children! Who even knows about the rest of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most Bad Ass Babe: Hands down, Alice Roosevelt. During her white house adolescence, she set off fire crackers on the front lawn, was caught gambling, took unchaperoned joy rides in the presidential car, danced the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">shimmie</span>, and smoked in the oval office. When TR forbid her from smoking inside, she went on the roof, and would take playful shots at pigeons and telegraph workers with her rifle. She was the first ingenue to jump in a swimming pool fully clothed. And you have to remember this was the eighteen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">dippity</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">doos</span> where women could be stoned to death for showing their ankles. Basically, she knew how to party. Armed with a quick wit and a hot body, she pretty much partied her whole life. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/01/books/01masl.html">Here's a review of one of her biographies</a>, which gives a good taste for how rocking she was. </div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMF1Te9yKtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XnxOr4Dt9Z4/s1600-h/180px-AliceRooseveltwPekingeseDog1902.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EbUPAF8UlE/SMF1Te9yKtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XnxOr4Dt9Z4/s320/180px-AliceRooseveltwPekingeseDog1902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242600418826136274" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Best Pet: The Carter family seems to be in touch with a ludicrous and scary side of nature. When not dodging attacks from swimming rabbits, Amy Carter named her cat Misty Malarkey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ying</span> Yang. She also gets cool points for being arrested at a protest when she was in college. </div><div><br /></div><div>Best Rebel: Bleeding heart liberal Patricia Ann Reagan very publicly disagreed with Ronald about almost everything, voted (gasp!) for the democratic party, and wrote books exposing him as a negligent father. She also posed for play boy. Like you do. She's so liberal, she married her yoga instructor, and then got divorced.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that's all I have. Republicans really seem to have a monopoly on family drama, don't they? John McCain seems right in line with history-- two wives, a football team of kids. I felt pretty bad for his adopted daughter, the only not white person at the republican convention. And Bristly Brush <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Palin</span> with her teenage pregnancy. But, we can't forget, just a few years ago Bill Clinton showed the world that democrats, too, knew how to womanize! Messy, messy lives that shouldn't have any effect on how you vote, but for some reason, seem to. Makes you miss the old days of whiskey and hacksaws.</div><div><br /></div></div>Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675082372448708818.post-6271392527658696582008-08-27T18:44:00.000-04:002008-08-30T00:24:50.766-04:00Book Report!I'm in the middle of reading The Pueblo Revolt: The Secret Rebellion That Drove the Spaniards Out of the Southwest, by David Roberts. He seems like a delightfully macho flakey-hippy guy: "A day spent contemplating the ruins of an ancestral village, all but lost in the forest on top of a high plateau, conveyed to me the integrity of Pueblo life before the Spanish came better than some dry ethnographic report." Aww. <br /><br />The most striking thing to me about this book (so far) is the destruction both sides wrecked on the other's sacred religious spaces. The leader of the revolt, Pope, had his reasons. "Pope had been one of forty-seven "sorcerers" arrested by Otermin's predecessor, Governor Jaum Francisco Trevino in 1675. For obstinately continuing to practice their "idolatry" (i.e. the Kachina religion, instead of the Catholicism that had bathed their souls in Christ's mercy) the medicine men were imprisoned in Santa Fe and severely flogged. Trevino hanged three shamans as an example to others; a fourth committed suicide by hanging." (Page 17) White man's destruction of sacred land has been well documented, and in August of 1680, the united pueblo tribes got their revenge. Burning churches as they came to them and murdering every priest in New Mexico, their 'hatred and barbarous ferocity went to such extremes that ... images of saints were found among excrement...there was carved crucifix with the paint and varnish taken off by lashes. There was also excrement at the place of the holy communion table." P 26<br /><br />One of the first conquistadors to bumble and trample his way through New Mexico was Don Juan de Onate y Salazar. He pretty much destroyed the Acoma pueblo, and everyone he didn’t massacre, he sold into slavery, usually after chopping off one of their feet. <br /> <br />David Roberts writes: “That Acoma exists today is a profound testament to Puebloan resilience. It would take thirty years after the carrying out of Onate’s sentence before the survivors and their descendants were allowed to begin rebuilding the pueblo on top of the butte. Under the direction of Fray Juan Ramirez, after 1629 the Acomans were put to work erecting, with adobe bricks, one of the most grandiose mission churches in New Mexico.” (p 90) <br /><br />Like any good land tromping investigative historical writer, Mr. Roberts pays a visit to the pueblo. “Inside the church, I admired once more the brown and red wall murals that mingled Puebloan rainbow and cloud symbols with Christian crosses, the painting of on buffalo hide of Saint Stephen’s (Estevan’s) stoning. Leo (the guide) mentioned that September 2 was the feast day of Saint Stephen, and then went on to say, ‘you come up and celebrate with us. The public is welcome.’ As if sensing the apparent paradox that stared us in the face inside the mission, now he editorialized (just as all my previous Acoma guides had), ‘There’s no contradiction at all between the two religions.’” P93<br /><br />For some reason, this reminded me of a passage in another book I just finished reading- The Omnivore’s Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals by Michael Pollan. Totally different, I know. He’s writing about “America’s National Eating Disorder.” Only he actually uses all capitals. He writes: “…It seems as though our eating tends to grow more tortured as our culture’s power to manage our relationships to food weakens. This seems to me precisely the predicament we find ourselves in today as eaters, particularly in America. America has never has a stable national cuisine; each immigrant population has brought its own foodways to the American table, but none has ever been powerful enough to hold the national diet very steady. We seem bent on reinventing the American way of eating every generation, in great paroxysms of neophilia and neophobia. That might be why Americans have been such easy marks for good fads and diets of every description.” P 299<br /><br />In this passage, Michael Pollan hits on something that I’ve often felt myself and heard others gripe about- the U.S.’s lack of a cohesive, binding culture. We’re a nastily congealed melting pot, too much old bitterness, fear, and some laziness is keeping us from truly mixing it all together, and tapping into what could be the richest of cultures. I though of something I saw at the Indian market in Santa Fe- a Christmas tree, originally a European pagan tradition, appropriated by Christianity, completely covered in hand crafted traditional pueblo ornaments. Maybe Saint Stephen’s day (Estevan was, by the way, a black man, brought here by the Spanish as a slave) should be a national holiday, where Americans commemorate those massacred at Acoma, and all victims of genocide. We could have a big, locally grown free-range turkey dinner, make offerings to our household Kachina alter, and pray for peace on our prayer rugs. I know it sounds a little silly when I say it like that, but having all these different traditions into our daily life make us more tolerant and grounded.Nelly Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00336960948830543337noreply@blogger.com2