The Whirled Wide Web
Diversions, Food Jennifer Moore Diversions, Food Jennifer Moore

The Whirled Wide Web

I’m not always entirely thrilled with having to spend so much of my life in a digital world, but if I were asked what my favorite thing about it is, I would say that without question it’s the ability to look up just about anything imaginable and find what you are looking for. In grade school I spent many long hours at the library looking through the World Book Encyclopedia…

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Tying One On, part 3
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Tying One On, part 3

In 2010 the first edition of my book, The Weaver’s Studio: Doubleweave, and a couple instructional videos were released by Interweave Press. In those videos I wore one of my handwoven scarves tied in a particular way that looks like a braided knot. As soon as the videos were released Interweave started getting calls and emails with questions. Were the questions about doubleweave? No - people wanted to know how I tied my scarf. Since…

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Anatomy of a Puzzle

Anatomy of a Puzzle

The little local library in my community has been closed to the public for about a year now. But in addition to a shelf outside where people can share books in an open exchange, there is a table where people can leave jigsaw puzzles that they are finished with and take ones that they would like to do. I recently brought a stack of finished puzzles that I didn’t need to keep and looked over…

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Puzzle, Puzzled, Meta-puzzled
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Puzzle, Puzzled, Meta-puzzled

I have an addiction that I need to confess to, though I suspect it is one that many of you might share. I’m not talking about buying yarn - that is a given. I’m talking about one that I’ve had most of my life and that has been growing in popularity over the past year - namely doing jigsaw puzzles. Opening up a jigsaw puzzle box is a bit like opening a box of really…

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Postcards from the Edge
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Postcards from the Edge

It all started in 1977. My best friend Nancy and I were knocking around downtown Portland, Oregon, where we attended college, and we wandered into the Greyhound bus depot, as one might do in those days. There was a rack of postcards, and I pulled out a 3-D postcard of The Last Supper. It became the first of a collection that has spanned four-plus decades and most of the continents. I don’t collect just any…

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