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It's that time of year again, where I go to New York, see all the shows (well, all the new ones since November), and score them from 1 to 5 stars (based on how good they were) and 1 to 5 skeins (based on how well they incorporated the fiber arts!) Plus, I buy yarn, from Knitty City on the Upper West Side, and the Argyle Yarn Shop in Brooklyn's Park Slope Neighbourhood. Beetlejuice: I enjoyed it, I appreciated that they didn't write a carbon copy of the film (one of my all-time favourites!), liked the cast, liked the score, liked the lyrics especially, loved Jill Abramovitz (who played multiple roles, but was particularly hilarious as the 4th Mrs. Dean, and thought Leslie Kritzer was oddly m
It starts out the same way: there's a glimpse in the distance. Beautiful. You approach. There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach, the ache of desire. You want to touch, to hold, to caress, to believe that against all odds something that beautiful belongs to you. You get closer. You meet. You take the first tentative steps of your relationship together. And then ... something changes. Sometimes right away, but maybe after a few weeks, or months. You thought everything was perfect, but you realise it's not. You'd been fooling yourself, and you have to break up. Because no matter how beautiful someone is on the outside, if they drink too much, or they don't respect you, or they're laz
Sometimes in life one encounters a mystery. It could be as deep and complex as your loved one's ghastly taste in music, as sweet and simple as "how do they get the caramel in a caramilk bar," or as agonizingly difficult as the form I have to fill out to get reimbursed for $7 for parking at a work-related event (I earn a good living, so I estimate by my hourly rate that my employer pays me about $50 to fill out the form so I can get reimbursed for $7). Oftentimes the mystery is a knitting pattern. It tells you to do stuff, and you stare at it blankly, wondering what on earth it means (especially if you're me, and have little common sense). This is an especially pernicious feeling if one re