January 14, 2004
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Hobbies
I have decided to take a break from hobby #8 (knitting, ie, poking myself with a needle, cursing, and getting tangled up in yarn), in order to bother about with hobby #3 (xanga, ie, typing until my fingers are numb in the endless exploit of my own public humiliation).
So this is what i was knitting:
plus:
makes something like this:
As any entymologist can observe, there is no such thing, but at least I will be fashionably unscientific.
Hobby # 325, by the way, involves red pom-poms, whipped cream, a fire hydrant, and a getaway car.
I would also like to note that there is a big difference between hobbies and a career, although I often get them confused. When you have a job which involves gluing rhinestones to bits of vintage fabric and sorting through immense bins of markers (as I did today), and getting paid to do it, the lines of reality become a bit blurred.
And I get the summers off.
Ha-ha!
Doyle’s is the best pub in Boston, and my second livingroom. I am not sure if going there counts as a hobby or a habit, because although it’s mostly about eating grilled cheese and drinking beer, I feel that it is generally a productive venture. A sort of soul-hobby.
For dinner tonight:
a pint of:
which goes well with:
rack of lamb, and:
yum.
