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All I can say is that the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear blew my mind. It was everything I had hoped for–funny, smart, important, and crowded. A bazillion people with a billion posters made my life a million times better in just three hours. But instead of tell you, Imma show you. Check out the vlog below. And my ReadyMade blog. And Kate’s Urban Plains Blog. Oh, and the slideshow of awesomeness, here.

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As of Friday, 2/3 yarn bombs had been removed. I don’t know when, how, why, or by whom, but I’m sad. And yesterday Robb told me that the last one is now gone as well. I’ll check Tuesday when I drive by.

But, in the spirit of resistance (and art) I am still knitting. Planning to bomb more this week. But, for your viewing pleasure, here are the videos from last Monday’s adventure.

Drake student Brittany Swanson is the coolest person I know. She has already found two of the yarn bombs, and they’ve only been up for 16 hours! She’s unstoppable — but she’s still missing one tag. Who can beat her to the last one?

It’s on! There are three yarn bombs around Des Moines in very public places. I have no idea how long they’ll be there though. The basics:

  • I met Robb and Matt at 9:45 p.m. Robb wore a black sweatshirt and black beanie. Matt wore flannel. I wore dirty jeans and a dirty sweatshirt. So legit. So ready for some knit graffiti.
  • Our first location yelled at us. Literally, the thing spoke, we screamed, and hightailed it outta there.
  • First success was in a highly lighted place. Serene though (no screaming this time).
  • Second success was in near a security guard and a some old dead guys.
  • Third success was like tagging in a spotlight. Matt almost wet his pants as all the cars passed by. I tied as fast as possible, and we sprinted away, babbling with fear.

But how exhilarating. Much congratulations and singing (“Crazy Little Thing Called Love”) were in order. We are quite pleased with ourselves.

So here’s what’s going to happen: Below are three close-ups of the tags. Your mission: find them. The first people to snag a photo of each will get a coffee/lunch/milkshake from Smoky Row — my treat. Tweet me or send me your photo via email and we’ll talk. Happy hunting!

P.S. Stay tuned. There are hilarious videos of tonight’s exploits you really shouldn’t miss.

As one project winds down, another winds up. Literally.

I got my yarn, I got my needles, I got about 25 rows of a knit graffiti project comPLETE. I’ve scoped out my first site, and I’ve even attracted a small crew to help tag the town.

So far, major win.

Keep an eye out for color splashes in your neighborhood. And, as always, if you want to be awesome and join us, just let me know.

Saturday is shit. Nothing but waste. Hope is gone.

When I started this, I barely considered time as something to be wasted. We say it all the time — “We’re WASTING time.” But today I wasted a whole Saturday.

I woke up at 10 a.m. Respectable. Ate some granola. Tried to do homework. Got super sleepy. Laid down on the floor (I couldn’t even get across the room to my couch) and fell asleep. Woke up an hour later, moved to the couch, and fell asleep. Woke up an hour later, and moved to my bed. Fell asleep. At 1:30 p.m. I finally dragged myself out of dreamland, disoriented and upset for having wasted my morning, but extremely well-rested.

To make amends, I hopped in the car and drove to Campbell’s Nutrition store in search of bulk bins — which they have in plenty. They serve organic and local brands, and encourage reusable shopping bags. However, for bulk bins, shoppers use a plastic bag and twisty tie to hold stuff. Sigh.

I bought ingredients to make homemade granola. (My breakfast this morning set my stores dangerously low, and instead of buying another wasteful box, I want to make some). Yum.

I also stopped at Wally World to buy yarn bombing supplies. The woman in front of me bought four wine glasses, each of which the cashier wrapped with mounds of paper and a plastic shopping bag. I watched him wrap for 5 minutes. I haven’t used a grocery sack all week. This woman was using one per item.

On the way home, I lurched into New City Market just to see what they had and found a selection and more bulk bins than Campbells. I bought a bag of yerba mate — a tea-like infusion from South America that gives you a kick of energy without the crash and jitters of caffeine. Plus, the leaves I bought don’t come in tea bags, so I can avoid waste by brewing it in my gourd and bombilla.

Bulk bins at New City Market

I came home, juggling all my non-bagged purchases like a buffoon, and set to work on making granola. All went smoothly. I was jamming to my favorite granola-cooking music — Neon Trees and The Virgins — and it was going to be an absolutely delicious batch of granola.

But . . . I burned it.

Sad, lonely, burned granola.

I was so mad and sad and depressed that I couldn’t even do my angry dance. This was waste at its finest. I wasted time. I wasted money. I wasted food. (It’s inedible by the way. I tried.)

So now what? Conclude that my Week Without Waste can’t be done? Maybe. I haven’t had a day this week that was truly waste-free. But, the fighter in me can’t end on defeat. So I’m stretching my Week Without Waste to a Week and a Half Without Waste. I’m going to give the granola another go. Keep buying from bulk bins. Sit more in the dark. Sleep less.

And try not burn anything. Bring it on.

Fail fail fail. Fail.

  • Coffee. (One simple thing. So many problems). I never finish a cup of coffee, no matter the size. There’s always that inch at the end — the cold, nasty, undrinkable one. Yesterday I mixed it with chocolate. Eghhh. Today I saved it, heated it up (blegh) and flooded it Coffee-Mate Italian sweet creme. Megh. Once, I just couldn’t do it. So I fed it to Stanley. My plant. He seems to like it (see above).
  • Razor. Needed a new one. What to do with the dull one?
  • Cut myself shaving. Coffee + new razor = knicks galore. Like three of them. To avoid making a huh-UGE mess, I reached for a square of TP. Ew.
  • Band-Aid. Too much blood. Even though I’m still wearing the Band-Aid now, it produced three waste items from the packaging. You know.

But now for the wins! (always end on a good note).

  • Beer. I went to ReadyMade’s launch party tonight to meet the big guy, Andrew Wagner, and the new web editor, Liz Armstrong. They kindly bought me a beer, and luckily it was a draft (PBR, of course). No environment was harmed in my participation in this party.
  • Food. Ate leftovers today, sat in the dark, and tried not to use too much silverware. Still ended up using like four utensils. Gotta work on that. But at least the leftovers were good.
  • Snot rocket. Yep. I blew my nose into the sink today. Even though this supremely grossed out my roommate, I saved a tissue. Major win. On a similar note, I haven’t used a paper towel in two days.

Oh, and I received an email from No Impact Man on what to eat that won’t produce waste. His solution: “bulk bins and produce.” Check. I’m scoping out Gateway Market, and New City Market tomorrow to see what they offer… Any other suggestions?