Of Twitter and tension and textiles

So the proposed buy-out of Twitter by Musk has caused a flutter in the Twittercote. It's not all done, far from it. 

There's a shareholder vote to come, then due diligence must be followed and the legal entities satisfied before any change of ownership can happen. 

It won't happen yesterday, despite the panic in the Twitter sphere. He already balked at the due diligence required to be on the board, and this will be much more thorough, given that he has to satisfy them of his sources for payment. 

My own account is tiny, but I've developed a nice timeline with people in fields such as botany, medieval history, textiles, writing, art, miniatures, farming, politics and pets. It's an excellent news source from journos before their work gets onto their official outlets.

My avatar is a piece of my gold work, as good as a portrait, really.  I'm hoping that if it changes dramatically, goes feebased, I don't get shut out. It's a good place for me, and mitigates the loneliness of being old and alone. I can sign up for newsletters, but they don't have the back and forth that makes the site friendly.

So there we are. We'll see. 

The tension in the title is in my jaw, pain for a few days, I'm guessing from anxious clenching. I've tried various remedies from cursing to massage to pain pills, nothing works for long. I see my doctor next week anyway so we'll see what she suggests. It's not good for happy moods, definitely.

Meanwhile socks continue

I'm getting down in the yarn supply, so narrow stripes may happen,  to use it up with some design still going. 

And the fence saga is not quite done. The section of deck I had to remove will not fit back into the new space. Also the deck now has to allow for a whole different gate placement. 

This will involve getting Contractor  Mike to recut and redesign the edge of the deck, to put back the vital walkway. 

I already moved some planting that was now right across the gate. The good news is that the gate opens outward, so there's no concern about clearing the deck, which it wouldn't, being set lower than the old gate.

Never a dull moment. Again. 

Happy day everyone!  Later today Textiles and Tea, with a weaver of yardage, I'll see how that grips me and, if it does, let you know tomorrow.

ANZAC Day

For blogistas in NZ and Oz, here's the annual tribute to the brave young men, teenagers really, who crossed the planet to fight in the Dardanelles, a disastrous WW1 campaign, costing many precious lives. Where you are, it's already Tuesday, but here it's still ANZAC Day.

And here's the info for people not familiar with the Dardanelles  World War 1 military engagement. Devised and ordered by the First Lord of the Admiralty, a well connected and incompetent person who insisted that the Turks could be defeated by this move, and WW1 thereby won. 

He  was removed and demoted after the total failure, the Ottoman empire emerging victorious, after inflicting terrible losses on the allies.  Winston Churchill.

Meanwhile, prayers for Ukraine

Gratitude for a competent US President.

And the Sock Ministry continues, praying by doing.

Happy Monday, everyone.

Indonesian textiles Thomas Murray collection

Yesterday was a presentation, made world-wide, by collector Thomas Murray, two separate zoom casts, one for each half of the planet, more or less, on Indonesian textiles. 

These far predate the batiks we usually think of from that part of the world, many from the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

The designs feature boats a lot, given their island culture, and their looms are largely back strap, very portable. In one picture you also see a researcher demonstrating the supported spindle, which I liked a lot. 

Some of the fibers predate the availability of cotton, using bast and bark and silk. Mostly these are ceremonial items, hence the preservation. And there's beadwork for bead fans.  He paid tribute to the women artists, since this is largely the work of women.

He spent a lot of time on carbon dating, which I sort of skipped by, being more interested in the art and culture than scientific proofs of age.

Anyway, just browse, enjoy. The word adat in the title refers to the rules of life as reflected in textiles and other artworks.

I selected only a few of the hundreds of images flying by and tried to crop out the captioning where I could.  But you get the gist. 

A lot of the researchers are from the Netherlands, since they were the colonial invaders of Indonesia,  largely in search of spices, valuable commodities. 

I live in hopes that a lot of these wealthy white men's collections will be restored to the culture they were plundered from. 

It's fine to honor the history by this kind of presentation, and better still to give the textiles and bead artworks back.

Meanwhile, I'm tending to my little corner, stitching, knitting, trying to organize the patio a bit, but most of the outdoor work takes more strength than I have available.

Never forget Ukraine

Photo by AC