Men Who Knit Promoting and inspiring the art of knitting amongst men.

My best to the guys gathering with QueerJoe's leadership! Have a great time. Wish I wuz there!

A young man I know has a story to tell…where family and friends knit relationships. I play a part, a small one, but I wanted to share this with my comrades at Men Who Knit. I am a long-term HIV survivor, but I will let him tell you
the story.

http://1month4aids.tumblr.com/

Worked on my mac, but HTML codes are not my forte.

I just had the most day-shattering experience. The final height of the Freedom Tower was installed today...making a visible void in the New York City skyline...filled.

Many of you know I have worked on the Village Halloween Parade over the past fifteen years...a labor of love, professional management and shock of the new...on an annual basis.

for my daughter, Sarah. Sarah gets the medical supplies out to MSF and relief NGO's when the first reports come in of human suffering, deadly conflicts, atrocities and disease. I get heartsick when I read of people who have nothing to worry about except a cranky Iphone not getting a signal or the upload time on Tyfany-Amber's Roku is shorter...as if!!!!

I performed in a new work on April 19th in NYC. Composer Jobina Tinnemans' Killing Time for knitters and ensemble (World Premiere MATA commission).

The controvery on TSA's policy about small sharp objects, large hocky sticks and inflated egos accompanying airflight passengers on commercial flights rages on Capitol Hill. I bask in the warm knowledge that knitting needles build civilization, and are hense, benign objects to the agency.

I have another work in progress (WIP, to the acolytes among you) on the needles...and I have reached a decision point in my life.

Shall I remain a faithful knitter (tips that touch crochet shall never touch mine)? Or combine knitting and crochet (gasp!) perhaps committing apostacy...I avoid wrath whenever possible.

In my travels through the halls of the venerable Fashion Institute of Technology, a sad truth became apparent. I suspected that the corporate committee decisions regarding fit on a man were, and are, almost criminal. Mannekins are in abundance, all in womans size 6 or men's 40.

Whenever I hear the term "oldy BUT goldy", I reach for my revolver. Usually, to me anyway, it means what you hated then, you can hate now. Remember what-ever-the-hell-hiz-name-wuz? Almost as sad a thought as the poor boys and girls who haven't read, listened to, or seen anything created before 2005. You know...vintage stuff.

No need to explain further. The victor and victim theme ensues.

Need pattern? Go here http://web.archive.org/web/20051025041636/http://www.menknit.net/mag/MK1.pdf .

The Lover Tank by Sarah Briscoe