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Dr. Phil
makes me ill...

Dennis Hopper
as Frank Sinatra

The actor will next portray the singer in the movie "The Night We Called It a Day."

Melanie Griffith

Bobble-Head Dolls

Da Bears
McDonald's Corp. is recalling about 100,000 Chicago Bears bobble head dolls because the paint on some of the figurines contains excessive levels of lead

The Bird
is it just an American phenom? Inquiring minds must know...

Why I am a Cubs Fan
The recent White Sox game where a shirtless Father(34yo) & Son(15yo) jumped on the field and pounded the Royals 1st Base Coach! FatherMook: "He was flipping me the bird the whole game!" READ more...

September 16, 2002

Monday Morning Mirth

Not just another Sunday in Chicago, it was Mexican Independence Day!

And I was at the Parade down on 26th St in Little Village... I say AT because I wasn't really able to watch like normal folk but was high up on a platform with 3-host talent, mega-lights, audio mixers, monitors, stage manager, lighting director, furniture, etc, and me with a big ole camera...

We were all squashed together in about 10x10 feet in high wind and mixed sun but it was fabulous. The music, the dancers, the cabelleros! One lady rider in a full-fashioned long outfit had the babiest of babies riding in front of her dressed exactly like her. Then there were the hokey Medival Times Swordsmen who staged a bloodless fight right in front of us. Actual sparks flew off of their swords when they struck and rang out!

I really couldn't see too much (but heard everything at very high dB levels!) because my back was to the parade but could read the rundown over the shoulder of the stage manager. It was a list of all the floats and performers so we could stay on track.

What caught me eye was Number 38! The Fanta Float!!! OMG - was this my chance to see the Purple Fanta Girl close-up and see if we were really truly seperated at birth!

At the risk of blowing my shot, when I heard the director go "OMG, look at thees baybees! and was just about blown off the platform by the volume of the "Don't Ya Wanta" music, I risked everything by twisting around to get a good look.

Imagine my delight to see not the Online TV Fantas, but CHICAGO FANTA!

You bet, four lovable local girls up there shaking bootay for the crowd dressed in short-short skirts and halters.

I just want to know how I missed the Try-Outs...

Aquarius: Now is the time to fulfill your ambitions, but make sure it is something that is possible. You have big ideas and big dreams, but your natural verve and grace usually help you get whatever you try for. However, this may be a time when you are feeling a bit restrained and not gutsy enough to reach for the stars with your usual fearlessness. Fear not, Aquarius, the iron is hot and now is the time to strike.

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September 17, 2002


It's the thought that counts, but I'm telling ya if you could read my mind now what a tale my thoughts would tell...


That's mighty powerful language for some string and sticks but I've had enough! No matter what I combine this with, it looks like dookey.

This is exiled until further notice into the deepest reaches of my closet where it will not bother my line of vision in any way shape or form.



One reason for my lack of tactile and optical sensitivity is that I am working from 4am to Noon every day being trained on a big mobile studio truck. Who can work these hours? No wonder cab drivers are crabby!

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September 18, 2002

To Be or not To Be

Now that I'm not in denial and have 86d the Dokey Shell to the deep pits of marination, I can continue with blissful completion...


It is just the Boatneck Shell. With Flared Sleeves. That are Split for 2.5" at the bottom and kind of long! I used DK weight cotton, so the gauge is 20 sts / 28 rows per 4" on #6-7 US needles. This has become my favorite gauge for this year.

By Version 2, I should have it down - it's still a little prickly. The cables need to be tweaked and so does the shaping. But I like the deep scoop with the simple rolled edging.


Any comments or suggestions appreciated!

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September 19, 2002

To Be or not To Be, PartII

Usually my vanity prohibits me from modeling but I had such a good day today I couldn't stop myself...

Here is the sweater from yesterday with me in it! I included lines indicating what I'm going to change:

  • About 2" longer. I actually washed it and dryed it in the dryer (this is a "working" sweater, no high maintenance allowed) and almost got the length shrink factor right. I think it is 1.2 x the normal gauge you get for this yarn.

  • Make the cable on pattern repeat shorter so it hits below the B**bs.

  • Make waist narrower by shaping just a little differently.

  • Make the sleeves less wide throughout, except for the flare...

Any comments or suggestions appreciated!

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September 20, 2002

ModaMetro Part I: Requiem for the Lost Ones

I like to think of myself as a cell in the body of Chicago. I am one of millions who live, work and die here; we are all part of the whole. Most of us punch the clock in some way, no matter what our lifestyle becomes if we're lucky enough to become adults in this metropolis by the Lake.

Around 3am, Chicago resembles for the most part, a sleepy prairie village. People are still snoring. Darkness is broken only by the mercury vapor lights on the corners of the streets. Maybe my downstairs neighbor is feeding her newborn boy by their glow. I might be dreaming of a bell ringing in a beautiful gothic church in San Francisco as I wander its rooms.

For many, those bell tones are really the alarm clock, and I rise reluctantly, almost completely unable to shake off the narcotic effect of my early morning travelogue. But I have work to do. I must jump start my brain in the shower and get going to face the nation.

The Street Nation. There are many who could be having lunch at this time. A late lunch, to be sure, and their shift won't be over for a few more hours. Mine starts in the middle of their's and when our truck arrives at the assigned site and we get out to work, the lights in many of the circa late 1800 townhouses go out. People peek from behind curtains in the darkness as I check the airway above me for powerlines or obstructions. About a third of the houses are boarded up and empty.

I see three young men sitting in the darkness on the porch of one of the empty houses. The white tShirt of one of the sitters glows from the ever present MV lights. I cannot see his face but I see another join him, walking up to the group from the street, then into the empty house. He comes out shortly after and walks north, away from us and the cops.

My partner is standing in the street watching the cops up on the railroad trellis right behind us. They too are in the dark, looking north and see us, and I'm sure, the porch. Suddenly a van comes racing down the narrow street and swerves towards us as we work. My partner has to quickly jump out of the way to avoid being struck. A CPD squad comes out of nowhere and pursues.

Up on the tracks, at about midnight this morning, an officer was struck by a train. He and his partner were doing survellience on the multitude of drug transactions going on behind a little decrepit railroad shed up by the bridge and somehow did'nt get out of the way in time when a train was passing. We are there to report on the investigation. Many CPD vehicles are in the street and by the scene.

Prostitutes, cash fresh in hand, pass by on their way to the house with no lights. They are smiling, perhaps in anticipation of the fresh zoom they are going to buy in a couple of minutes before they get back to work. Most of the women appear to be over 30, dressed to kill in the nightlight, and when they pass our camera they straighten up and smile, like they're on a fashion catwalk. Versace, perhaps. Maybe Gucci...

We are still sitting in the dark. No camera is rolling. I am learning how to operate a big mobile live truck/studio and am establishing my signal by bouncing a beam off of the Sears Tower to our receive point.

By 5am, we are doing live shots every 25 minutes or so, and turn on a big light we have that illuminates the accident scene. Even the MV lights don't quite pierce the darkness at this hour. Knowng how upset our law officers feel when one of their own dies, I've told them this is the sign we're up. They get out of the shot, not wanting to be documented standing solemnly on the death watch. It's hard to describe what I've seen happen to them when one of their men dies. They band together and share the loss in the toughest yet most sentimental way I've ever seen. As a group, they take ownership of the passing, each one giving a small piece of themselves to depart together with the fallen.

The arrival of many cop cars seems to make no dent in the activity in this area. It is just part of the dusky vampire world of drug abusers. Apathetic. Violent. Without reason. You or I, if we were doing something even slightly illegal, might really be startled to have our behavior witnessed by the law enforcers. It makes no impact in this reality and it's business as usual until the sun comes up...

Shortly after sunrise, it becomes just unseemly quiet. A black car pulls up and a young woman in a Tshirt, shorts, and ponytail gets out and climbs the rail banks. Some officers try to stop her, but when she bursts into tears, they lightly hold her arms then let their's fall. It is her husband who has been swallowed whole by this phenomenom. At that moment, some of my humanity vanishes from this earth with her, just asking why, why does this toxic vice have to be part of our world?

Why do we try to stop those who want to kill themselves slowly - those who live in a wasteland of their own making, complete with generation after generation of users and decline...

As the sun climbs higher, a family in the house right behind us comes to their car. A mother and father and small daughter are on their way to work and school. They are the flip side of the neighborhood coin -just punching the clock like me, person after person holding cups of coffee and papers, starting engines and rubbing the sleepers out of their eyes.

As their day is starting, mine is drawing to a close and we break it down feeling trapped in some very odd cycle for the short time we're there. We pull out to drive away and find our left rear tire has been slashed and is dead flat. Someone ninja'd it right under our nose in the dark and I have to pull back so I don't use my bare hands as a stake through someone's heart.

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September 21, 2002

It's Sweater Weather!

a ChicKnits Runway Presentation

Lana Grossa genrerously posts a new Fall Model HERE!

Just click on "Model of the Month"
when you get to the index page...

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September 23, 2002

Monday Morning Mirth

Put These in Every Car in America!


Custom Bobble Head Dolls

Bobble Head World

1. Ozzy Osbourne
2. Jesus
3. Osbourne Family
4. Mr. T
5. Ringtail Lemur
6. SpongeBob
7. Crocodile Hunter
8. Tiger Woods
9. Quisp
10. Ichiro

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September 24, 2002

Qui a mis l'interdiction sur
le blanc apr¦s Le Jour de Travail
juste n'a pas compris l'ivoire…

Oooh La La... Only one sleeve stands between me and the start of that Bonkers fab cardie! Mumsie told me I had to eat my vegetables before I could have dessert - put I just got the pattern (from School Products in NY) for that yummy thing from the August 27th entry and can't hardly wait.

It's getting cooler after sunset here and time for some wooool...

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September 25, 2002

A little bit of this and that...

go Squib go!


Sexism & Chivalry are Not Dead! I was with my partner at yet another violent crime scene yesterday (derelict wanders into Post Office and when asked to leave goes beserk, stabbing two workers) in a very itchy part of town. I was editing a piece that would air between a live open and close and a man comes up to my open door truck from the gas station we were next to. We were working in a big Econline Van with sliding doors on the passenger side.

He wanted me to move my truck (?) and I said I was going to be 10 minutes or so and we were parked legally. He said, "Let me talk to the male in charge!" quite forcefully. I said, "Hmmm, the person in charge would be me!" He just huffed away; at least I didn't get a B***ch slappin.

When my partner heard about this he said "Well, that guy just lost about a $50.00 sale in gas because you couldn't pay me to pump up here!" Right on my funk soul brotha...


Knit Sighting: I was at the Garfield Park Conservatory (Squib can tell you how beautiful a plant heaven this place is!) this weekend wandering amongst the plants and Chuhuly's and was surprised at the many people visiting from Europe. One family was two men, one carrying a toddler, one pushing a baby in a stroller, followed by the mom who was knitting as she walked around. She was working on a sweater using bamboo circular needles and had her ball of yarn in a fannypack.

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September 26, 2002

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September 27, 2002

Friday Five:

1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind?
KNITTING! por favor! I've found nothing more likely to make me unwind than a few rows. When I get off from work and take the bus home, I knit and the troubles of the day, city stress, bus flack and brain noise just disappear...

2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands? First, I wash up (zits, pits, and bits), then I read my snail mail while my email loads up.

3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells? I adore the smell of lavender! The priority wash up is ususally followed by a spray of some lavender water...

4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself? Depends... If I've been working by myself alot, I love to meet friends for flavor and libations.

5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don't?
I know I'm not alone, and sometimes avoid this like the plague, but I like to do housework. My bathroom was painted this week, and one night after work, I came home and just scrubbed that pup. All the cabinets and doors, the under-the-sink cabinet!!! Joyous! Last night, I started to re-arrange my home office/studio (had the carpet cleaned - it's our big Fall Clean-up here - forgedabout Spring) and threw out tons of irrelevant paper, etc. I even used the edge cleaning tool on my vacuum. I have one of those clear no-bag ones where you can see the dirt accumulating. I think this is one of the best inventions ever! Instant gratification! Remember when those nose strip cleaners first came out and there was a commercial with 3 teen girls looking at the "after-peeling" strip and going EEewww! This has the same satisfactory effect for humans. We are dirty little beasts but the reason we're the top of the food chain is we are delighted to clean up after ourselves!

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September 28, 2002

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September 30, 2002

Monday Morning Mirth

Need a Manners TuneUp?


the Etiquette Girls

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