Would you agree with me that, as a society, we're having a bit of trouble figuring out what's newsworthy? Not that I'm a font of up-to-the-minute knowledge these days, as between the start of the school year, my lack of Internet at home, and the Biscuit's sudden insistance on listening to "Diff'nt music pleeeeese" during our daily commute, I have been cut off from my lifeline. That is, unless the lyrics to "Pay Me My Money Down" are breaking news. Didn't think so.
Every time I log on to Yahoo, I come face-to-face with a veritable cornucopia of faux news. Can they really call it "Dancing with the Stars" if what they mean is "Dancing with People You Have to Look Up On the Internet Because They Only Look Vaguely Familiar"? Where should I go on the Web if I want "all watermelon, all the time"? Is Justin Timberlake really going to bring sexy back, or should we all hold on to our sensible shoes for a while?
And I won't even mention the gaudy theatrics masquerading as news going on over in the Home of Geraldo. I mean, look at their website! Does the all-get-out, TGI Friday's Pieces of Flair look they have subscribed to lead you to believe that this is the home of "fair and balanced," serious newscasting? If so, please step out of the line.
See, what I love about NPR is that they give it to you straight, and that means they give it to you messy. They don't serve up a convenient Top 5 list. They don't employ Captain Caveman to tell you what to think (or to scream at you to shut up until you submit to the blunt force of his will). NPR is the between-the-lines, down-deep news, with strings and dangly bits hanging off where we're just not sure where this is all going. Do you see where I'm going?
Lately, I've been a bit hesitant to blog. After all, art imitates life here at Fricknits, and my life right now is a frayed, tangled mess, with hard, pricky bits twined in it, and a lot that remains to be done. But a quick trip over to a newfound friend's blog reminded me of what I believe, deep down, to be newsworthy- the mess, the process, the dangly bits of a work in progress. This is where we see the truth of a thing- not in the strikingly posed, seamed to perfection, pret a porter FO. And so I present Lily, in all her stringy, unseamed, in-progress glory. In Summer Tweed, colorway "ghost"- which at first looked to me like the color and texture of recycled newsprint. (It's growing on me.)
Sorry to all of you to whom I owe emails. I'll be stopping by your blogs in the next couple of days to leave comments, because that's what we all really want, right? Well, that, and to get the scoop on those zany Olsen twins!