Geekiness and Death

A lot has happened since the last time I wrote - which is why i haven't posted anything. But now that I'm feeling a little sick I have some time on my hands to just sit and catch up on things. I hate disease, but everything has it's purpose, right?

Where to start? Oh, how bout with good news. I finally finished my cousin's cloth book and after all the months of almost being done with it, I am pretty proud of myself. All the stitching and half-failed galaxies that turned out to be successful after all in a jagged spiral sort of way.


just before assembly



two of my favorite pages

The Book


Now that I am done with the thing, I feverishly think of the books I will construct next.


Okay, the news I'd rather wasn't news: I am now, as of memorial day weekend, grandfatherless. Both my grandfathers died within 48 hours of each other, neither was in very good health, but it was still a weird shock. Bye grandpa and grandpop, i love you both.

On Memorial Monday, when i heard that my grandfather (mother's side) was dead i was at an awesome vintage/knick-knack/custom-pine-furniture store in the Hollywood, down in the old magazine sections. I was browsing the sci-fi/fantasy mags when my mom called. For all those who don't know, my grandfather was a *huge* science fiction geek who knew authors, went to conventions and was one of the people responsible for founding First Fandom on the west coast - oh, and early scientology leaflets were printed in the shed in his backyard, before L. Ron Hubbard when the whole thing was still only a bet between other sci-fi geeks to see if you could just start up a new religion. So for me to be standing in that section, clutching an issue of 'Beyond' when I found out about his death was somehow perfect. I bought the magazine I was holding at the time of mom's call.

Alright, back to good news: I had a kick-ass 4th of July. Why? Kids. At my friend Chris' bbq I helped supervise a gaggle of the most adorable, crazy kids while they waved, threw and danced delightedly around fireworks. And so I have discovered there is nothing so fun and so terrifying as watching children with fireworks.