@emilyknits
Knitter, quilter, social worker, researcher, writer, educator, immigrant, race traitor. Cat person. Queer. AuDHD. Married GenX parent of a GenZ. #sts133 NASATweetup alum. Confront whiteness. Support trans people. Ka8enesgo (Amherst Island) and Tkaronto.
A large brown tabby cat lies on her side in a shallow white bowl on an antique wooden sewing machine table. She has one front paw tucked behind herself and a rear paw extended toward the camera, which she is looking at. She is posed like a sultry reclining model in a painting.
Harriet says “Paint me like one of your French girls”
#CatsOfBlueSky
YES! I have also said that there are only six Canadians! 👊🏻
My theory: Canada is a small town. Last year some American friends visited us on Amherst Island. One asked if we were familiar with the Tragically Hip.
Us: yeah, they used to rehearse right over there in Bath <gesturing across the channel>. Also D’s dad was Gord Downie’s high school math teacher.
Large triangles of bright orange batik fabric lie on top of a green cutting mat marked with a yellow grid. A yellow rotary cutter is on the right. A completed block is farther right and back. One half is blue and the other is a patterned dark pink. It is on top of a light brown patterned pouch.
Made some quilt yesterday. Making more today. This is a kit I’ve had lying around for years but now a (great!) thing has happened for someone I care about that let my quilting muse burst out of hibernation and get to work.
Now feels like a good time to remember that Big Oil is the reason why we're still hooked on dirty, dangerous fossil fuels.
The industry's lies have essentially stolen a generation’s worth of time that we could have used to transition to cleaner, safer energy sources.
It’s time for accountability.
Considering reactivating my TESL Ontario certification so I can apply for government-funded jobs teaching English to newcomers. A lot has changed since I stopped teaching 12 years ago.
I'd like to help you, Doctor, yes, I really really would
But the din in my head, it's too much and it's no good
This is a statement for a white audience. There’s no conflict between what we see now & the narrative about America you believed if you’re Black.
Currently making my way through a course on narrative therapy from the Dulwich Centre and I did not expect to spend this afternoon reading about poststructuralism.
If you're scared of protesting or a general strike because you could lose your job, healthcare, and housing, or even go to jail, now you understand why the US has no universal healthcare or housing and no guaranteed parental leave, but DOES have the largest prison and police system on planet Earth.
If you’re feeling lost and discouraged in the state of the world and wondering what difference you can make you should check out this Humble Bundle. Despite the text below it’s about more than just organizing it’s about surviving and resisting too.
there's so much bad in the world but there's also people who lift up and carry an elderly bat around every day so he can pretend he's flying again, and that's the part of the world I think is worth fighting for
BUY DIANE DUANE A COFFEE!? It would be an honor to us all who enjoyed the cream of the crop Star Treks book back in the day (💗My Enemy My Ally💗) and better wizard books than ole JK. ko-fi.com/dianeduane
Knitting update: I have finished the lower body of the Quesnel coat and divided for the sleeves. Knit the upper right front yesterday and started the upper left only to realize I forgot to cast on two stitches at the beginning of the right one. So I have to do that side again. Sigh.
when you win a small concession you just get to keep yelling btw. one time a local official said to me "you people are never happy" and like: correct! it is not our job to be happy with compromise! it's our job to be annoying forever actually
Paternal grandfather was a small-town banker. Maternal grandfather was an electrical engineer who helped design one of the first large-scale computers in the US at MIT during WWII, then ran the data processing division at the Bureau of Reclamation in Colorado until he died.
Ruth Buzzi followed me back on Twitter.
People do realize that positioning any serious topic as a distraction from a different serious topic is you just saying you don't want other people talking about anything other than what you want to talk about, right.
He let his life insurance policy of 30+ years lapse because *he* wasn't going to need it.
My father decided to retire at 58 and not tell my mother about it until after he'd done so. He was not one to think a lot about the impact of his actions on other people.
Today's goal: call my late father's old employer and tell them they can stop his pension.
A large brown tabby cat lies on her side in a shallow white bowl. The bowl is sitting on top of an antique wooden table. The cat is staring blankly at the camera. Her left hind foot is sticking out of the bowl.
Harriet. She is a lot of cat.
Both goals achieved! My teeth and I are clean!
Goals for tomorrow: shower, then a trip to the dentist.
A black urn with an image of three wolves howling at a full moon
God help me and my sister. This is the urn we chose for our father (he appreciated tacky)
Today is a rollercoaster. My mother’s birthday (she would be 84) and the day my sister and I talk to the lawyer about our father’s estate. It is also the day that I was officially welcomed into the community of artists on Amherst Island with a request to show my work on this year’s studio tour. !!!
I’ve taught and worked with many Iranians over the years. My heart is with all of them.
Good thing to remember online right now is that everyone here is very emotionally dysregulated and dealing with that by posting
She told me the children's names and how their father found their bodies.
"Mustafa: no head."
I think of her and her family all the time. She was so sweet and kind. And here we are yet again: the US dropping bombs on children. Inflicting unfathomable trauma for such craven reasons.