I admit - I used an online translator for the title. Random Montreal... Some ceramic Portuguese chorizo cookers in a very interesting, Port...

In this shortest of short breathers between events, I am doing the most inefficient job ever of packing for our trip to Montreal. I am fin...

As I sit down to try to sum up the experiences of the last week, I find that I don't really have words to describe what it has been like...

Today is the opening reception for Unconditional Yes. The college president is coming (she contributed to the exhibition), the choir will s...

I am back in my lair today. Yesteday went well - a few visitors, some last minute finishing touches and it was, frankly, the most relaxing ...

I have a very shaky internet connection, so please wander over to the Unconditional Yes blog for some photographs and video of the installa...

Today is my last day to work on objects for Unconditional Yes before we head out on early Friday morning and begin the installation at the ...

My job this weekend was to annoy people. It was an especially difficult task given that I spent 10 hours on Saturday at a zazenkai (day-lo...

Warning! This post contains some hardcore yarn and fibre porn - may not be suitable for viewing at work or around other knitters and spinn...

A scattershot of links of things l like: Great photos and a lovely description of House Study/Handmade on the Wave Hill site . A though-prov...

One significant aspect of the Unconditional Yes installation will be a temporary living room space that I create in the middle of the galle...

In yesterday's New York Times , David Brooks tries to build an argument that the Tea Party of today is much like the New Left of the 196...

After a brief respite, I am starting to get into head-down-deadline mode. For a couple of weeks, it seemed as if there were all sorts of lo...

If you haven't seen this 18 minute video yet, please do take a look: It is Jamie Oliver, a famous chef, talking about teaching children...

While in Newfoundland the spring flowers are peeking out of the soil, in New York City, we are blanketed under a thick layer of snow. This ...

Let it never be said that I am the only person in our family worthy of ink on newsprint, or pixels on your monitor, for that matter. Check o...

The hat numbers continue to rise. But first, I made a hat from that most beautiful yarn that Shawn at islandsweet spun up. Remember that ...

Hats by Carl Sandburg HATS, where do you belong? what is under you? On the rim of a skyscraper’s forehead I looked down and saw: hats: ...

The other evening, Dan and I were reminiscing about the television program called Zoom from back in the 1970s. Both of us dreamed of being ...

We heading north for a short visit to Simmons and then a couple of days with my mother. I am looking forward to some quiet time, working o...