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Photos from Belfast-based Japanese artist Shiro Masuyama’s project, “Knitting the woolen jumper for the sheep I sheared”.
His next endeavor? Traveling to Peru to complete his second project, "Weaving the woolen muffler for the alpaca I sheared".

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Photos from Belfast-based Japanese artist Shiro Masuyama’s project, “Knitting the woolen jumper for the sheep I sheared”.
His next endeavor? Traveling to Peru to complete his second project, "Weaving the woolen muffler for the alpaca I sheared".

gpoy kickstarter:

Photos from Belfast-based Japanese artist Shiro Masuyama’s project, “Knitting the woolen jumper for the sheep I sheared”.
His next endeavor? Traveling to Peru to complete his second project, "Weaving the woolen muffler for the alpaca I sheared".

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Photos from Belfast-based Japanese artist Shiro Masuyama’s project, “Knitting the woolen jumper for the sheep I sheared”.

His next endeavor? Traveling to Peru to complete his second project, "Weaving the woolen muffler for the alpaca I sheared".

gpoy

gpoy

As a kid I was never attracted to the types of toys marketed for girls—I hated pink and was confused by the fragility and uselessness of dolls that never looked like me so there wasn’t really much left over in the aisle that I cared for. So last year I was pretty excited to see GoldieBlox, Debbie Sterling’s Kickstarter project to create engineering toys for girls, and happy to hear that they made a video clicked by millions of people in the last couple days.

Still, I wasn’t prepared for my own emotional reaction to actually watching the video. At the end of its two minutes I had to go collect myself for a second in the office bathroom because it hit me somewhere deep down in the recesses of my brain and heart where seven year old me still resides. The subversive lyrical revisions of the Beastie Boys’ “Girls” articulated feelings I had as a little girl but didn’t know how to say at the time: 

You like to buy us pink toys
and everything else is for boys
and you can always get us dolls
and we’ll grow up like them… false!

For girls who were told that LEGOS were for boys, for girls who as pre-Xanga tweens coded blogs and Harry Potter fansites (lol) from scratch but were always discouraged from pursuing these skills, for girls that could never relate to the white Disney princesses in constant need of saving, I’m happy that GoldieBlox exists. Thank you, Debbie.

How To Knit A Sweater

  1. Decide arbitrarily one day that you want to learn how to knit.
  2. Buy supplies and spend a lot of time being very confused, watching many instructional YouTube videos late into the night, holding needles and yarn and mostly succeeding in making knots.
  3. Finally knit 1/12 of a shitty scarf and then give up.
  4. A year later, become abruptly overcome with the sudden desire to knit again.
  5. Watch more YouTube videos and read some blogs about cast-ons, purling through the back loop, felting, right leaning double decreases, armhole shaping, turning the heel, picking up dropped stitches, weaving in ends and other things you never knew about.
  6. Spend half your paycheck on yarn.
  7. Make things like scarves and hats and socks.
  8. Make things like scarves and hats and socks that are actually nice enough to wear in public.
  9. Decide that you’re going to do something ambitious and crazy, decide that you’re going to make a Real Sweater!
  10. Decide that you’re going to make a Real Sweater with an insane lace panel in the middle, and later regret this decision deeply.
  11. Knit the Sweater while watching Game of Thrones on your bed.
  12. Knit the Sweater at five or six of your local coffeeshops on the weekends.
  13. Knit the Sweater on the subway during your daily commute for a few months.
  14. Knit the Sweater while listening to Welcome to Night Vale.
  15. Knit the Sweater drunk on a bus in Brooklyn.
  16. Knit the Sweater on a blanket at Prospect Park with different boys that float in and out of your life.
  17. Stop knitting the Sweater when it’s 95 degrees out and you can’t bear the feeling of warm wool on your skin.
  18. When the weather drops, knit some other things because you’re tired of knitting the Sweater and you can’t look at the stupid orange color anymore.
  19. Begrudgingly pick up the Sweater again. To your surprise, you are almost done.
  20. Get stuck on what is essentially the last step and throw the stupid Sweater into a corner in frustration.
  21. Realize your dumb mistake two weeks later and become unstuck.
  22. Accidentally seam the shoulders inside out. Say “fuck it” and keep going.
  23. Finish the Sweater.
  24. Put on the Sweater.
  25. Marvel at the fact that in spite of a little unevenness, a comically bad fuck-up in the lace, inside-out shoulder seams and other general wonkiness, you made something stitch by stitch over the course of a long period of time with not much more than some wool, needles, your brain and your hands. Feel the soft weight of your creation on your shoulders and feel satisfied that you made something a little more soulful than what the robots spit out in the Urban Outfitters factories across the sea.
  26. Reflect on the fact that you’re a slightly different person now than you were when you began the Sweater—your hair is long, you’re newly psychologically destroyed by bed bugs, your biceps are more defined and you’re a step closer to death. Feel like crying a little bit, but don’t.
  27. Realize that everything you know you learned naked in your room, alone on the internet.

Congratulations, you have knit a Sweater!

Q

Anonymous asked:

i think you need to buy a brain

A

The last time I saw a human brain was the summer between junior and senior year of high school when my parents made me do some kind of medical “internship” at the Children’s Hospital Oakland, which is a really cool place to be if you want to see lots of kids with cancer and no hair. I don’t think it was for sale.

Do you have one for me?

Like a heart farting. 4/10

"I Sort Of Changed My Hair Color," a selfie

If it wasn’t clear, I am freaking out about this Kickstarter project.  If it wasn’t clear, I am freaking out about this Kickstarter project.  If it wasn’t clear, I am freaking out about this Kickstarter project.  If it wasn’t clear, I am freaking out about this Kickstarter project. 

If it wasn’t clear, I am freaking out about this Kickstarter project

“A good question Nicole! Well, your cat is very likely already an atheist unless there are cat-created deities we don’t know about and your pussy’s feeble cerebral cortex is magically able to entertain the possibility of some grand feline jehovah in the sky. But kitting him out with snuggly babyshoes will certainly make him more appreciative of his Mummy, which is only good news for you as you’ll get a little more cat love or cuddles or sniggles or snuggles or whatever it is cats give humans that they like so much. It’s win win win!”
Atheist Berlin's response to my question on their new Kickstarter project. 
“Your color control has definitely gotten better! Early attempts look like satellite images of storms on Mars. Mid-range attempts look like penises. Now you’re definitely approaching that clover/spade pattern of coffee shop fame. Good work ma’am.”

- Shayne (via poor-latte-art)

Someone told me that Poor Latte Art is improving, slowly.

gpoy at crossfit

Fulfilling Childhood Dreams and ~*//cOnsUmeR caPitAlisM\*~

I hadn’t given much thought at all to the Nintendo 3DS or new Pokémon games, but within five seconds of watching Max make faces at his Chespin on the subway yesterday, something deep and long-repressed stirred inside of me and I knew immediately that I had to buy them both.

I played my share of video games growing up, but I’ve never owned a handheld console. Every time I wanted to play Pokémon Red or Link’s Awakening I had to borrow some random kid’s translucent purple Game Boy Color at Chinese school but then give it back before his mom picked him up. I only realized yesterday with a weird wrenching feeling in my heart how unfulfilled I’ve been by not beating those games for all this time.

It’s now 15 years later and I’m a grown-up with a job and disposable income, and suddenly I realized that I can finally fulfill this small childhood dream of owning my own stupid tiny Nintendo! I can play it whenever I want! I can eat candy for dinner and no one will stop me! This is the American dream! Hooray capitalism! It’s super effective!!!!!!