We are more beautiful in motion, and I guess that works for things as well. It's the coming around the corner that makes some things so amazing, and you can never capture that on a Pentax. Though I try. I always try to frame my shots, with a bit of a tree there, an edge of a house here, and I think that may be due to this movement thing. I want to capture that moment when something first comes into view and you lose your breath for a second.

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It's been said that there are two types of people in the world: women who are obsessed with handbags, and men.

I admit to an obession with handbags. Bags of all kinds, really. Tote bags, coin purses, shopping bags, lunch bags . . . Love them. I have a few expensive handbags, but nothing like the $10,000 ones they talk about here, of course. A $100 one is a big splurge purchase for me, and there haven't been too many of those lately. My biggest thrill is finding one of my favorite bags on clearance somewhere.

It's not the feature itself, which is actually kind of cool, but the fact that when you do a regular search for, say, an author, instead of getting a list of that author's books, you get a list that may include that authors books, along with a TON of books that probably have absolutely nothing to do with what you're looking for.

For instance, I just did a search on "John Harvey" to find out which of Mr. Harvey's books I have read, and which ones I might have missed.

I got a list of 28,844 books all of which, apparently, somewhere in their pages include both the words "John" and "Harvey."

For instance, a book about Keith Richards, which mentions John Lennon and Laurence Harvey, and one about Kurt Cobain which includes in its index references to a Harvey Ottinger and a John Pareles.

Let's see, what else? A handbook about Utah. The "Moon Watcher's Companion." "Close Calls with Baseball Immortality" and "Plants of the Gulf and San Juan Islands and Southern Vancouver Island." Oh, and "White Mischief: A Cultural History of Cocaine."

None of which tell me anything at all about John Harvey.

Link via BoingBoing.

I've been accused, rather more frequently than one would like, of being out of touch with Reality, because I get overwhelmed by the barrage of uncontrollable human horrors that is called News and choose instead to go outside and Knit and *play in the Garden*. Where I am always greeted by something miraculous and oblivious to Human Stupidity. The gardenia *August Beauty* is blooming it's little heads off, creating such a heavenly smell that surely it is totally unaware of the cruelty all around it...and the bullfrog who has taken up residence in the spillway of the pond is singing his song, completely unconcerned for the moment that there are half a dozen neighborhood cats who are interested in him for a snack. It isn't that I don't CARE, rather that I care too much, and long ago realized that I would lose my mind if I tried to be responsible for other people's misery.

lifelong knitter

If I was going to have a word tattooed on me, what would it be?

It reminds me of this story: Tattoo fleshes out the wise words of a poet.

Two weeks ago, walking along a beach with my daughter, I noticed a young woman in a bikini lying in the sand with poetry tattooed on her back.

Of course there are always temporary tattoos or, I guess, ballpoint pens . . .

Author Shelley Jackson's website: Ineradicablestain.com

From an AP "Strange News" Story: Short Story Printed Only Through Tattoos.