Something random

A collection of polyhedral diceIt’s difficult to be original all the time. All personal blogs run the risk of becoming stale and even worse, whiney. I was inspired to do this for two reasons; firstly I’ve resolved to write once a week (at least!) as a method of keeping myself sane. Secondly, I reflected on my experiences with “14 Things Canberra”; the infinite possibilities offered really are paralysing. Limiting choice makes choosing manageable. Therefore my only solution is to generate inspiration randomly which I will do with the table below in conjunction with an online dice roller. I’ve already tried it and got (3,1) so my next post will be a photography review. Wish me luck!

NumberTopicGenre
1GamesReview
2SewingExpository
3PhotographyCreative
4EducationReflective
5QueerPoem
6TechnologyList
7PoliticsOpinion
8Choose one of the above or talk about the blogChoose one of the above

Thinking of another blog

Sometimes, I think I’m a bit like a fountain of ideas. I spray them everywhere, but I never make a flood with them, let alone a puddle. I’ve become diffuse and spread to thin. I have been toying with the idea of a sewing blog that looks exclusively at my textiles work. It wouldn’t be like Male Pattern Boldness, which is updated daily and details the sewing adventures of Peter; I’m thinking more of an educational/structured type of writing that will incorporate video demonstrations.

 

I could take it commercial, but I’m not sure, so much of the internet is gated behind a paywall, this might be a nice side project for me. Who can say?

Three coins

I’ve been frustrated with the upcoming Australia election. I don’t support the LNP at all, but it looks like they’ll win. I then had this dream:

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I’m standing at the University of Queensland, on a path with an avenue of trees. The trees almost touch each other at the top, creating a thin line of sky that I follow. On the ground I find a coin standing on its edge. It is aluminium, but somehow tarnished and dented. The coin is an Australian coin, but not one I recognise. On one side it reads “Balancing the budget through fiscal management and bullying banks” on the other it says 1972.

Further along the path I find another coin, also on its edge, but this time without the dent. It has the same inscription, but the year reads “1973”. Further along the path still a third coin, also on its edge and reading “1974”.

I kept looking for the next coin, but no matter where I looked I couldn’t find it.

My Bernina B 380

I didn’t intend to buy the B 380. In truth, I was looking at the Bernette 25. The Bernette 25 had lots of funky stitches and it looked very cutting edge. However, even at $1000 more, I think the B 380 was better value. It has a 10 year warranty on parts, and 5 years on the electronics. It doesn’t have as many stitches, but I was blown away by it’s accuracy. The button holes are superb, and the decorative stitches, although only 80 odd or so are all quite lovely.

 

It was the knee lift that sold me too. If you’ve never used a knee lift you haven’t lived yet. The B 380 also feels a bit more serious as a sewing machine, and less like an accessory. The “utility stitches” are all a single button press on the front which is sensible, and it has auto back-tacking which is a life saver.

 

I’m note entirely sure I’ve got the hang of the over-cast stitch, to the point where I’m sure I’m doing something wrong. The blind hem, however, is unbeleivably good. I sometimes wonder if a world of competing patents make true excellence elusive, why people would not have copied the Bernina’s method is otherwise beyond me.

The B 380, unlike the 350 is described as a dress makers machine, as opposed to a quilter’s machine, and this is reflected in the accessories it comes with.

Having previously been wedded to my Janome, I’m having some difficulty coming to grips with the personality of the Bernina, but like my conversion from a PC to a Mac, I think the pain will be dwarfed by the gain.

 

The nature of sleep

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So it would seem that, for a number of years, I’ve suffered from sleep apnea. It’s a relief to be diagnosed, not as lazy or uncaring or complacent; but as simply exhausted and unable to sleep. There are consequences, both positive and negative. I have energy, I have hope, I have the ability to do the everyday tasks of living. I have to wear a mask each night, and like some sort of strange twist on the vampire mythos, I must return to a live power point each night.

I imagine I’ll blog more too.