Saturday, July 23, 2016
It's a great place to store recipes until I get a chance to try them, to dream about future quilts, hang on to words of wisdom, and all kinds of other things. Over time, I organized and reorganized, breaking down "recipes" into several subdivisions and more recently "desserts" into smaller categories. My Pinterest base is, perhaps, the most tidy and organized piece of my life. A couple of months ago I learned how to move the boards around and now mine are filed with sewing and quilting boards first, cooking boards second, followed by all the others. I tell you, it's a marvel.
So, what's the Moo? It's "Picked For You." I totally understand that there have to be paid advertisement pins show up. I get that. This thing has to be funded somehow. I see the paid ads and nod acknowledgment. Unwelcome they are, but not the issue. "Picked for You" populates my home page with all kinds of stuff that somebot things I want to see. I have a crowd of other people's boards that I follow; I'm genuinely interested in what they're saving and sometimes I save those things to. People I've chosen to follow and boards I've chosen to follow.
Lately I've noticed that my feed is providing more and more "Picked for You" pins. It's like for every ten pins there will be three paid ads, three that I'm truly following and four that the bot wants me to see. I wish I understood why Pinterest insists on this feature. More than that, I wish I could turn it off. I've complained to Pinterest, but to no avail. Cannot be turned off. Cannot be decreased. But oh how aggravating to get these picked-for-me pins of shrimp scampi and crab souffles. Can Pinterest be trying to kill me? If it knows me so well, why is it pretending I don't have a serious shellfish allergy?
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Saturday, July 23, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Since there are so many greys, I decided to name this quilt Fewer than Fifty [Shades of Grey].
I hope to get a better photo soon.
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
A couple of days ago, someone posted this on Facebook:
There is a military coup going on in Turkey. I've spent some time in Istanbul and it is a nice city. To think that things like that can happen in pretty damned civilized countries is disturbing. The fact that there are so many Americans losing their damn minds lately makes me wonder how close to tipping this boat is.
Anyway, back to your Pokemon and Trump rallies.
His frustration was palpable.
His observation came to my attention because my niece had commented on it, writing:
. . . all of us who believe in human decency and would like to live in a peaceful world can't just sit back in horror watching the news and then keep going on doing what we're doing. We don't have to stop what we do (play games, work at our jobs), but we should all take some sort of step to bring more peace to the world. Examples include doing a good deed for someone who is different from you (whether it be a different ethnicity, religion, cultural background), telling a local policeman you value the work they do, writing to your political representatives and making suggestions for how they can support the change you'd like to see in the world, etc.
Around the same time, a link in my mailbox led me to a blog post that talked about the first world phenomenon of obsessive self-care. The author, one Laurie Penny, writes:
The slow collapse of the social contract is the backdrop for a modern mania for clean eating, healthy living, personal productivity, and “radical self-love”—the insistence that, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, we can achieve a meaningful existence by maintaining a positive outlook, following our bliss, and doing a few hamstring stretches as the planet burns. The more frightening the economic outlook and the more floodwaters rise, the more the public conversation is turning toward individual fulfillment as if in a desperate attempt to make us feel like we still have some control over our lives.
This juxtaposition occurred precisely at the time that I was so despondent by what I hear on the news and what I read on Facebook that I was seriously considering a time-out of indeterminate length from both.
I'm not playing Pokemon Go, but I can understand using it as an escape from the current unpleasant reality. I'm not drinking kale smoothies, but can understand the idea that taking care of the self is one thing we can actually choose to do. These are not really very different from considering a news-and-FB black-out. And all of these things bring temporary relief so we don't have to feel like May Boatwright from The Secret Life of Bees who needed a kind of wailing wall where she could go to process the suffering she saw around her.
Temporary escape is fine, but as my niece says, it isn't enough. I can't pray for peace without having a willingness to commit -- in whatever small ways I can -- to helping to achieve it. I can't wish for the world to be different unless I am ready to be different myself.
Yesterday, our pastor, wrestling with the dreaded Mary-Martha text, made an impassioned plea that we listen -- really listen -- to each other. Sometimes that is all it takes to make a difference. And if we want to do more but lack ideas, we can go here for inspiration.
One random act of kindness daily. I'm committing to try. How about you?
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Monday, July 18, 2016