And there was much rejoicing in the land of Kai

I sit on our lovely couch to write this post, due to the happy fact that Mykle, (my darling, DARLING!) bought me a new hard-drive and installed it while I was at work yesterday. I have twice as much storage space, and i get to start afresh without the detached brain that made my laptop into a stationary computer for about a year. No high-pitched jangling whine, no 4 or 5 cords always having to dangle off the side of it....no, I am a free woman again, with my sexy, sticker-encrusted medical-white technology.

We are going through a bit of a sunny spell here in SF, after a mini-roadtrip of misty rain and clouds. Seattle was beautiful and grey and vivid in a very Austin, Texas type way. We stayed with our wonderful friends Mike and Nevada ( who live about 30 ft from train tracks, and sit on their back stoop in the evenings to watch the frieghters pass...) and with our OTHER wonderful fiends Rosey and Tom (who we spent a great deal of time with hula-hooping in their living room...). We seem to suddenly know and love people in Seattle, so I think we shall travel there again sooner rather than later. Seattle is artsy in an unpretentious sort of way, and stretches far over many little wooded islands. We went to the lochs and to vintage stores. I love vintage stuff, but do not possess the 50's silohuette. (I believe that every age has an ideal body-type, which the clothes produced in that era are more or less tailored to. I personally have a 1970's body type, and do not fit into the clothes of today very well, which are geared for the Brazilian-supermodel-prepubescent-girl body type that is popular now. Women seem to need to be one straight line from the shoulders on down, a skinny cyclinder which does not include hips, just very high breasts and long legs. This body type makes me think of banana-torsos. Body types that fit into vintage clothes are considered petite today. It seems like most women in the 50's had a size 5 shoe. Ouch!)

We stopped in Portland on our way home, and visited Mykle's oldest friend Nate, who has a beard now, and lives in a barely furnished flat and studies high mathematical theory and science fiction (the reader for the sci-fi class looks particularly good. Early sci-fi was nothing to shrug at. Those books by Delany, and Lem, and Bester, and LeGuin were able to speak about political and social issues that other books weren't. But I digress AGAIN!) Mykle says Nate is a warrior monk. The boy doesn't even own a towel.
We also stayed with an Antarctican couple, friends of Mykle's and now friends of mine.; Michelle and Sean. Who are a photographer/cupcake-baker and a blues musician, respectively. They live in a 2 bedroom apartment covered in interesting art with lime-green walls...spacious, inspiring and only fucking $635 bucks a month!!!! They deserve it though, if anyone does. Besides me.

I am a eyeball on feet and I am telling you to Look at.....

Look at this ball of yarn, by Lexi Boeger, found in the new issue of Knitty:


Look at this illustration, by the illustrator that I am basically SO JEALOUS of that I can't even bring myself to tell anyone about his work. Sam Weber



Look at this handmade jacket by Dainty & Dirty, which is one girl working out of San Francisco. I basically want it more than anything. It is printed with wrought iron hearts and keys. Too bad it's $200! Durn!