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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-ti

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 everythin

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