Behold. Perfection in warm beverage transportation. Ergonomically curved with no superfluous lines, handle pleasingly chunky yet not overly thick nor laden with doodads or unnecessary ornamentation. Graphic…leaving a little to be desired, still better than a green double-tailed mermaid and as a bonus inspiring pleasant memories of fragrant pecan waffles. Overall thickness ensuring beverage remains warm throughout the drinking experience. Lip slightly curved out for full contact/spillage minimization. This is the perfect coffee mug.

Waffle House Mug

Occasionally you’ll find a similar make and model in smaller diners across the United States, but Waffle House’s* ubiquity on a recent road trip to Georgia ensured the one I snagged would be from their counters. You can’t legitimately buy one; I asked at several franchises and got puzzled looks or outright ‘No’s. Being too much of a wuss to actually steal one (heaven forfend), I politely asked our enthusiastically chatty server outside Atlanta if I could ‘take one home’. She said “Well, you can’t buy ‘em but if it goes missing I won’t notice!” accompanied by a wink. Unfortunately a manager was pacing around behind our seats, making me and my 4th-form chums sweat like rank amateurs. The second he was distracted I popped it into a bag smooth as ice. I left a very generous tip and one totally awesome mug richer, and my coffee’s tasted all the better since.

*In case you’re unfamiliar, Waffle Houses are sort of like IHOPs of the south. The differences are many; Waffle Houses are smaller and have an open kitchen, and Waffle House, as the name implies, does not serve pancakes. NO PANCAKES AT WAFFLE HOUSE. Though IHOP does have waffles. Huh. Both are noted in their respective domains for offering relatively cheap, fast breakfast foods at all hours of the night, and are common hangouts for late hour/early morning regroupings. This link takes you to the Waffle House Museum, possibly the only spot you might be able to legitimately purchase Waffle House gear.

Tags: , , ,

When it comes to knitting I have a soft spot for the ridiculous, and this fitted cardigan toes the line nicely with a lovely shape and It’s A Small World imagery plastered on the front. Knitting worldliness must have been popular at the time, as other patterns from the Australian Home Journal (where this pattern is again from) feature London and Paris imagery.

Interesting note about this pattern, one of the colors called for is ‘nigger brown’. Yep, right there in print like it’s no thing at all. It’s a measure of how far the world’s come that today this is a slap in the face to see written so casually. I wish I could say it was uncommon, but numerous vintage patterns from the UK and Australia also call for ‘nigger black’ along with ‘rose red’ or ’sunshine yellow’ as basic color descriptives. This is yet another reason vintage patterns are fascinating- many of the differences between yesterday and today are perceived only when something runs contrary to the modern mentality, when something we take for granted smacks into something previously taken for granted and there’s dissonance. I could write a whole essay on how media and linguistics influences us in ways we can’t even perceive day-to-day and yet make arguments against stuff like introducing new gender-neutral pronouns into the English language, but this is Free Pattern Friday, not Discourse On Media Perception and Causality Fridays. Much less catchy. Enjoy the pattern, but do muse on the history.

dutch mill

Knit the land of windmills and tulips!

Tags: , , , ,

Researching reform schools, I came across this page from the College of Criminology and Criminal Justice. The school is located in Florida, a state chock full of boot camps, reform schools, ‘tough love’ clinics, juvenile lockdowns and other centers for maladjusted youth. Having access to the very subjects they’re studying make the CCCJ an invaluable wealth of information on troubled teens, as seen in their revealing ‘Kids These Days’ subheader:

kidsthesedays

….Where to begin? That Adbusters is somehow being lumped not into delusional hippie/Burning Man/protester territory but into the average teen mentality? Planned Parenthood and Condomania links sitting side by side? The errant mix of sites teens might visit (Last Rites Tattoo) and sites only concerned parents would ever, ever check out (Juvenile Slang)? THAT TEENS TODAY COULD BE PRO OR ANTI DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS?!?

Alas, many of the links no longer work, probably a conspiracy on the part of JVs (that’s juvenile delinquents to you non-inductees), but if you’re curious for the D&D stuff the search terms used were “anti d d dungeons dragons satan worship rpgs role playing” and “pro d d dungeons dragons satan worship rpgs role playing”. No bias there!

For those of you desperately wanting to check out ‘Hyperreal: Raves!!’, it jumped ship here. There’s something infinitely sad about linking to pages and forums not updated for years. If you really want to dig a splinter under your nail, I dare you to read the FAQ question ‘what is techno music’? If you’ve ever wanted to know the difference between Trance, Ambient and Deep House (the proper answer is ‘no, never’, by the way), now you can!

So go forth, learn something about Kids These Days, and next time you see a teen-aged youth on the street wearing their floppy jeans and Hip Hop singer shirt, give them the secret handshake and a wink of understanding.

Tags: , , ,

Sweet Van side
Walking around, I came across a Totally Sweet Van from, guessing by the colors, the 70s. Asia and Toto album art held sway into the 80s though, so dating becomes difficult.

Sweet Van window
This jewel of a window (oh, send me to the pun-itentiary!) alone makes this an Awesome Ride.

Sweet Van Back
The back is admittedly less interesting than the first two sides. They could’ve put a giant Eagle soaring across the Universe decal in the window, or at least hung a dreamcatcher or something. Again, see any prog album cover:

AsiaRushKansasHawkwind
Right, then.

Jamaicar
Walking back, I came across this ride, slightly more difficult to photograph from its sheltered locale. Judging by the Jamaican flag seat covers, dashboard decal, steering wheel cover, paint job, license frame and numerous dangling air fresheners, I’m going to take a guess that its owner might be Jamaican.

Jah Is My Co-Pilot
Also I’ll wager Jah is their co-pilot.

NY 2 I DIE
…NY 2 They Die, except for Taxes Via the Sunshine State.

Tags: , , ,

punk syndrome

From ABC’s Afterschool Special “The Day My Kid Went Punk”. Alas, alas, the whole mess was up on Vimeo just a short day ago, yet now it is gone! Gone! How shall others learn the message of tolerance espoused by the sweet classical violinist turned lead guitarist/summer help/punk who preaches tolerance and understanding? What else has the gravitas of the assembled punk panel of teens at the end, queried by the lead punk’s very mom, telling an audience of surly townsfolk they just want respect?

Their variant of punk seems to involve a heavy base of white makeup, mime-style, on the face and the guitar stylings of Jerry Lewis and the News. Oh, WHY didn’t I capture more images? “I’ll do it tomorrow!” I said, and now that day is here and I am bereft of an Afterschool Special. Oh cruel and fickle internet! Holding forth such glittering jewels only to have them turn to dust upon reaching!

Tags: , ,

I consider myself a fairly thrifty person, and a large part of my penny-pinching includes getting most of my entertainment from public libraries. Reserving stuff online to your nearest branch makes it easy to watch, say, all of ‘The Prisoner’ at one’s leisure, but sometimes the entertainment comes from the library itself.

History!
Perusing the shelves I noticed some…interesting choices in classification, including Borat’s guide to Glorious Kazakhstan amongst the travel guides.

Edventures
Normally I avoid large groups of kids like the plague, but I’ll make an exception to check out the reaction of those going on Erik’s Reptile Edventure., especially once the inevitable salamander gets loose.

i get money.
Forget the illegible sticker tag (and aren’t sticker tags a tad lazy?), check out the small scrawl above. Someone just learned to print and is proud of their skills.

open your eyes girl
Now this is a proper tag. I’m thinking it’s either by ‘You Go Girl’ or ‘Read UP!’; this example’s right on the Gowanus.

tape fossil
Heading into Manhattan on a K-Mart run, I saw this tape fossil embedded in the sidewalk. When did it get there? How long has it been there? Will the day come when someone comes across it having no idea what a tape is? Is there anyway they can determine whether it was a Wham! cassette?

FryDaddy
K-Mart in New York is an anomaly; the familiarity of suburbia run through the filter of a city’s poorly-lit corner deli. The strangest part is I haven’t seen a K-Mart out in suburbia in ages; Target sort of took over, making the one by Astor place seem akin to the few remaining porn shops around Times Square-seediness from a passing era.

Above we have two objects towards the same purpose- deep fryin’ food. Why then is the open, presumably more fire-hazardous one the ‘GranPappy’ while the lidded, poor attempt at futuristic design the ‘CoolDaddy’? Are grease burns vintage?

Snow Dog
Snow Dog!

Snowpocalypse Twenty-Ten (Snowmageddon’s just not doing it for me) really was a killstorm, with one man dead and one severely injured due to falling branches. Being indoors for 3 days straight in a teeny apartment ensured a bad case of Cabin Fever, but with the very sky threatening doom, what to do? Visit one of the city’s enormous museums, accessible by subterranean transportation, of course! (New Yorkers are a step away from becoming Morlocks in terms of how easy avoiding sunlight is).

Babylonian Sphinxes

The Met’s recreation of a Babylonian king’s hall always makes me nervous, due to watching ‘The Neverending Story’ as a kid:

zapped

Tags: , , ,

Oh, sweet irony. Here I have another adorable pattern from the free Australian Home Journal called ‘Be Ready for the Snow’. If you are, as I am, on the upper East Coast, this comes a little too late. I spent yesterday slogging through through 3 inches the EXACT texture of a Slush Puppie, and the snow’s still coming down today. According to NPR the wintery weather’s the result of El Niño playing havoc with wind patterns, NOT the nonexistence of global warming, as so many loud men on the subway over the age of 40 seem to guffaw at each other.

Be Ready for the Snow

My only quibble with this charming design is that the skiers go uphill, when it would make more sense (as far as sweater graphics can make sense) for them to be zipping down, achievable by rotating the graphic a mere 90 degrees clockwise. Insert your own joke about skiing the Grand Tetons here.

Avoid Cabin Fever and knit this up!

Tags: , , , , ,

Hi, I am “Angry Jim” Campbell. I have a link over there on the right and I may be posting some random observations and stupid photos from time to time.

So the other day I stopped by my favorite New York City book shop,  The Housing Works Book Store. I found a nice old copy of a Mark Twain book I hadn’t read yet called Extracts from Adam’s Diary.

adamsdiarycover72

It looked like maybe a first edition, and was only 20 bucks! I’m a Mark Twain enthusiast. (if you have only read Huck Finn, I highly recommend you check out his travelogue The Innocents Abroad. It’s surpassingly modern in its style. Well maybe that’s no surprise. He’s obviously influenced a lot of modern writing.)  Well, this book was only 20 bucks because it isn’t in great shape. the binding was falling apart. But it’s still a nice old book. So I bought it.

I was pleasantly suprised. It’s a fun book with illustrations on every other page depicting hyroglyphics supposedly made by Adam (of old testament fame) followed by Mark Twain’s humorous translations. This alone made the purchase worth it.

But after I hastily bought the book I noticed an extra suprise. A bookplate. A clever bookplate with an image of the gallows. The bookplate says “Will M. Clemens” and the book is inscribed in pencil “Cousin of Samuel L Clemens (Mark Twain)”

willmclemensbookplate

Well, well, well. This was quite the find. Was this a first edition sent by Mark Twain himself to a relative? When I got to the internet I had to do some research.

The first promising lead I found was this San Fransisco Call Newspaper clip from the library of congress dated 1895 which says in part “There is no brighter light in New York newspaper circles than Will M. Clemens – a cousin of MArk Twain.”

Here it was. In a couple minutes with google I had found the original owner of this 100+ year old book. Isn’t modern technology rad! But for some reason I was skeptical. So I did a bit more research. It appeared that this fellow had done some biographical sketches of Twain and his contemporaries. So I searched google books to see what else he had written and if Mark Twain himself had ever mentioned him.

THEN, I found this excerpt from the book  The Mythologizing of Mark Twain. It was not what I had hoped but it reveals an entertaining bit of history. Will M. Clemens apparently had tried to cash in on Mark Twain’s fame by writing books about him. Surely he was a fan, and intended to flatter, but Twain was not flattered. Copyright rules were not as defined back then and this was one of Twain’s pet peeves. His books were being reprinted without permission and he wasn’t getting paid. So when Will Clemens wrote to Mark Twain to ask permission to write this book about Twain, he received the following reply.

He said, ”I am sorry to object, but I really must. Such books as you propose are not proper to publish during my lifetime. A man’s history is his own property until the grave extinguishes his ownership in it.” Then Twain wrote to a patron seeking legal assistance, “Here is this troublesome cuss, Will M. Clemens, turning up again. I won’t have it.” I’m risking copyright violation myself now, so I’ll just say you can read a bit more about the situation in the above link.

So was the previous owner of my book really Twain’s cousin? Well, it looks like Will Clemens may  have lied to someone about the situation. Or someone at that paper came to that conclusion on their own. Or maybe he was a distant relative. But if he was, Samuel Clemens surely held no love for this hanger-on long lost cousin.

Speaking of copyright wars, you can read Extracts from Adam’s Diary online (it looks just like mine) and see the illustrations at google book search. Of course, this book has long since been in public domain.

Tags: , , , , , ,

Ooh, that title sounds worse than I intended. This week’s pattern, and possibly a smattering of future patterns, comes courtesy of the Internet Archive’s collection of The Australian Home Journal. As posted earlier, this gem of a find contains all manner of knitting and crochet patterns, advice columns, advertisements, gossip on hot upcoming movies like ‘Rope’, and is definitely worth downloading and sorting through. However, since plenty of people probably aren’t as thrilled as I am at the prospect of spending a few hours viewing an enormous PDF (so rad! No sarcasm!), I’ve extracted some of the more colorful patterns for quick access.

This week’s pattern comes just in time for spring (hah), a long-sleeved wool number with an adorable deer pattern at the bust. Don’t be fooled by the picture- she has the sleeves pushed up to denote her coolness. Initially I thought the background pattern and zig zag were done with beads (now THAT would be a showstopper). I have a vintage 40s cardigan with nearly the same pattern all over, though the sleeves are full-length and it’s machine knit. Still, rather than destroy a vintage treasure with everyday wear, I could easily work this up with a seam down the front.

reindeer

Not to get quibbly but those look like regular deer to me, not reindeer.

Tags: , , ,

This week’s entry and free pattern come courtesy of the Internet Archives, that wondrous compendium of every stripe of media. I’ve touted its delightful collection of vintage ‘mental hygiene’ films at the Prelinger Archives and all the classic cartoons available for your viewing pleasure, yet I’d completely neglected their vast print archives. Lucky then that someone pointed out their ENORMOUS collection of The Australian Home Journal filled with knitting patterns, Agony Aunt columns of yesteryear, and page after page of archaic advertising. I’ve excerpted some gems for your viewing pleasure.

in the laundry
Ah, laundry. Literally where the housewife sparkles and shines.

koala attack
“OM NOM NOM NOM!”
“AAAAHH! NOOOO! MUMMY, HELP!”

betty clears up a mystery
The only mystery Betty’s cleared up is who’s going to the Sherlock Holmes Drag Show tonight.

learn to play hillbilly guitar
I think by ‘hill-billy’ they mean ‘American Western’, what with all the cowboys and mention of ‘littlest buckaroos’ picking it up. Still, it never hurts to be prepared for the inevitable truck full of irate pitchfork-wielding farmers chasing you down.

be artful with mustard
Yes, classy, delicious mustard.

be saucy with mustard
Ohh, this changes the tune. Pass the mustard, wink wink nudge nudge, know what I mean?

brain fag
Immature? Yes. Inappropriate? Certainly. But the day I stop giggling at the archaic use of words with completely different modern meanings is the day I stop giggling at words like ‘titmouse’ and ‘red footed Booby’. IE, never.

go a trifle gay
Hee hee hee hee hee.

mr. creepy
But on a somber note, this man was found wandering the pages of a women’s magazine in the company of an underaged, pajamaed minor he’s exposing to secondhand smoke. If you see him, do not hesitate to alert the authorities.

Tags: , , , , , ,

« Older entries