A Knotty Start

Getting started on the peace part of the Peace Quilt.

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Second Bird Finished

Okay, on to the leafy peace sign now. (Click for larger image.)

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Bird and Book

Catching up with the second bird on the Peace Quilt, and listened to Breaking Creed by Alex Kava, obtained through LibraryThing’s Early Reviewers.

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LibraryThing Early Reviewers
I find office politics to be tedious, along with hand-wringing rhetoric about the U.S. ‘war’ on drugs. Breaking Creed has way too much of both, along with just about every broken, bad trope out there, splashed with extra melodrama. An unwelcome insularity starts early on, with the “oh, they look like American kids”, because not one place on the planet outside the States has kids with white skin and blonde hair. And of course, it’s the only woman on the boat who makes a move to take care of the kids, because, gosh, men couldn’t possibly do that. There are times I’m willing to let such things slide, but this is not one of them, as the whole book moves from one unwelcome trope to the next, with jingoistic undercurrents. I also felt the dog handling parts of the book weren’t done well. (Jan Burke provides an outstanding example of writing about dog handling and SAR work in Bones.) I have enjoyed a number of Kava’s other books, but this one was a real disappointment.

I was sent the audiobook through LibraryThing’s Early Reviewers, and while I have little experience with audiobooks, I found the reading by Graham Winton to be very good. 6 discs, 7 hours play time.

A bit behind

I spent most of yesterday in hospital, having chest pains investigated (I’m okay), so I am a bit behind on the second bird. Hopefully, I’ll catch up quickly.

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A bird to begin

While the peace sign will be the bulk of embroidery on the Peace Quilt, there are a couple of birds, dragonflies, and butterflies too. Got a start on one of the birds today.

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Colour Mapping

I’m still sewing seams, but took a bit of time out to map out the colours of the peace sign I’ll be embroidering (that one is approximately 40″ x 40″) so that I have some idea of what I want to do. It’s a rough map, as my colour pencils aren’t quite as varied as my stash of embroidery floss. I’m looking forward to working this one, having fun with colour is one of my favourite things. The leafy peace sign is from Urban Threads.

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Washed, Dried, and Detailed

The detail quilting is done, Yay! The quilt survived washing and drying quite nicely. Now to add the 3rd layer of batting, and finish up the background quilting.  Full size image.

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SatSun Quilting

Finishing the first layer of freehand waves at the bottom of the quilt.

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Bone weary…

of white people intent on victim blaming and other stupidities. Several days ago, I wrote this in response to one of those people:

Gee, I think I was just ‘those people’d’. I’m honored, thanks.

Of all the people who blow through here, I often take great pains to be patient, clear, and explanatory. Why don’t I do that with you? Because every time I’ve read a post by you, it’s saying something egregiously stupid and wrong. I’m not obligated to be nice to you, or hold your hand while attempting to get victim blaming 101, racism 101, privilege 101, and bias 101 into that brain of yours.

A lot of us have been curating news for 10 days straight. That involves having to read a great deal of racist shit, which is stressful on its own, let alone on top of the stress of shaking, crying, and feeling like we have vomit up our anguish and anger over what is happening to a town full of people who are rightly angry over the murder of an 18 year old, then having their humanity and rights blatantly stripped from them. A lot of us recognize the dire nature of this situation, and that sooner or later, that rumble will mow down our towns. A lot of us recognize our common humanity and the necessity of solidarity. We empathize. We feel their pain. We feel our own pain. We feel the shock and disbelief over events in Ferguson. That shock and disbelief is being shared the world over.

This is Terror, writ large and inflicted on us from those who have set themselves above and beyond people in general, people struggling to live their lives, people who want to love, create, work, educate, and enjoy themselves and others. People who should not have to live in fear every. single. day. of. their. lives. Adults who, every day, know the insidious and horrible fear that someone they love may be summarily executed by one in authority, who will face no consequence. Children who, every day, know the insidious and horrible fear that they may lose a friend, sibling, parent, relative to execution by cop. Young people who, every day, know the insidious and horrible fear that someone might decide to gun them down. People who, every day, know that if they are gunned down, the media will portray them in the worst possible light, and stupid bigots will eat that up with a sage nod of the head. People who, every day of their lives, live with harassment from those in authority. People who cannot gather without mass amounts of bigots, many of them in positions of authority, assuming they are naturally up to no good. People who are always blamed, no. matter. what.

Me? I. Am. So. Damn. Lucky. Y’see, I’m mixed race, but that is not apparent on the outside. On the outside, I’m white, white, white. I can pass, so I get white privilege oozing out the ass. I know how fucking lucky I am, and I know not to presume on other peoples’ experiences. I know it’s better if I listen than pontificate. I know that no matter how much I empathize, I’ll never know the deep every day fear that POC get to live with. I know I’ll always be more accepted and have more opportunities than people who are visibly POC. I know that all those things mean I cannot afford to play dimwitted, clueless white person. I know those things mean I need to listen all the time, I need to read, I need to learn, I need to educate myself and educate others.

You, [redacted], have had absolutely nothing to say about any of that. No, what was important to you was to nitpick and criticize people in an impossible situation. That certainly paints you in a very bad light, and no one is obliged to suffer your foolishness kindly.

There’s more. So much more. Today, though, I’m going to let Jonathan H. Gray speak for me, because he does it so very well: I spent my lunch break drawing this. It was more personal than taking a picture.

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