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3-DIMENSIONAL GRANNY SQUARE AFGHAN

2016-01-26T21:32:00.001-05:00

I wanted to come up with a dimensional looking afghan that wasn't made up with a lot of 'little' squares (they make me dizzy!)

Just something easy, and with only 3 colors (in a light, medium, and dark shade)

The squares are made up in 4 different shapes: Large Square, Half Square, Large Corner Square, and Small Corner Square.

You can find the pattern at these locations:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/264308516/3-d-granny-squares-afghan-pdf-download?ref=shop_home_active_3

OR:

http://www.ravelry.com/designers/ken-jones-crochetguy

Granny Square Shrug

2015-08-15T06:40:00.000-04:00

Nothing much been going on lately.

I recently started a project: a large granny square shrug( from YouTube)

Here's a photo of the granny shrug:

It only takes 3 skeins of Red Heart Super Saver (in solids), and a 'L' hook

Tell me what you think.

What's going on with me lately!

2015-04-03T11:49:00.002-04:00

Hey Guys!!
Yeah, I haven't posted anything for awhile, so here goes:

I've been working on a new granny square afghan design for a new pattern. Unfortunately, the squares have to be sewn together to create the design. I started a few weeks ago, trying to work on it at least a few hours each day (like I got a lot of other things to do!.

I'm trying to write out the pattern as a go along. I kind of stumbled in to pattern designing, so I don't have any training with it.

In years past (especially before the Internet), I never thought of writing out a pattern. But5 sine the Internet, people who see my work requested them, so, I figured, why not, right?

As far as anything else, I still go to a crochet class at the nearby senior center, once a week. I mainly there to bring the more 'technical' side of crochet. Things like, adjusting patterns, trying new stitches, the different types of yarns, etc.

I also try to help out with students when the 'official' crochet instructor's busy or she's stuck. (P.S: She also modeled a sweater I made some time ago, (see photo)

I have a hanging mannequin, but it's a woman's size Large, so when I want to make a larger size sweater, I bring one to class. Don't get me wrong, I do bring in things for smaller size ladies too!
Here's a shrug I made earlier this year: (see photo)

Not much else is going on with me, my health seems to be pretty stable for the moment, so other than that, that's about it.
OK, let me get back to that afghan......see you later! ;-)

LOOKING FOR MY CROCHET 'BROTHERS'!

2015-01-11T15:44:00.001-05:00

This year, I decided to be more active, both physically and socially. Despite the fact it's Winter, I'm, going to start walking more (even if it's in the hallway of my apt.). I plan to make sitting here on this computer more productive, by blogging more. That means I have to have something to say, right?

Well, let me start by saying this while I'm currently in somewhat decent health, I need to take advantage of it.

I'm finally on the home dialysis machine, and although it takes a lot of my evening and night time, it leaves me free during the day. And I do feel better.

This is the time I do most of my crocheting, and I'd like to first finish some of the projects started (yeah, everybody says that, right!)

I have a young Home Health Aide that's now coming 5 days (instead of 3) a week, to do some minor things around the apt. for 2hours in the afternoon. There really isn't that much for her to do. but she keeps me company, while it provides her with a stress free part time job. She's really a sweet girl, a native of Haiti, who's currently taking online classes for Nursing. When she's not listening to me talking her ear off, she spends a lot of time on her smartphone (well, she's 22 after all, OK!).

What I'd like to do meeting with other older Black Men Who Crochet here in Philly,. No, I don't mean we all get together in a group (we guys don't do that!). Just knowing a few guys, and maybe talk on the phone, meet at the yarn shops, or chat online, just shoot the breeze, with a crochet twist.

In my entire crochet career, I've only met 1 older Black Male Crocheter, and he likewise. He was at a Senior Center. We looked forward to seeing each other each week, until he passed away, leaving me with all his knit and crochet accessories. He knew I would put them to good use. ;-)

I know you guys are out there!!

I'd like to talk and share my thoughts and ideas with another 'Brother(s). from 'our' perspective.

Hope to hear from someone soon.

YO! DON'T LEAVE ME HANGIN', BRO!

OK, so it's 2015, NOW WHAT!

2015-01-02T08:01:00.001-05:00

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It's January 2, and I'm wondering what will make 2015 different than 2014 for me.
Well, for one thing, I hope that I won't get sick, worse yet, go back in the hospital. I had enough of that the year before!

I'd like to be more physically active (that means less crocheting and computer time!). I really need to attract some friends, mainly other gay guys, close to my age. Although, I'm not much of a 'social' person, I think it'll be more healthy to interact more. I've been cooped up in my apartment since I've moved here nearly 3 yrs. ago.

I'm just tired. Tired of feeling this way. Tired of how bland my life has become. Tired of wondering is this it? Is this the way the rest of my life will be?

Now, that's not to say that I always felt this way. there was a time (or two), that I had some friends, and I socialized , but all my friends are either dead, or, weren't really my friends in the long run.

As a typical 'loner', I tried to come out my 'shell' from time to time, but it doesn't last for very long. I sometimes would get the feeling that I seem to make more of a effort than they would. I have this saying, "If I don't make the effort, the effort won't get made!!"

Hey, I don't know, maybe it's my lot in life to be a loner, and I should accept my fate, such as it is. I tend to worry too much when I'm around people. I'm always wondering, I'm I talking too much, too loud, too long. I'm I too poor, too boring, too ugly, even too 'gay' (not that's anything wrong with that! ;-) )

Ever get those people who say they'll call, and/or stop by, but never do? And the ones that do, make you feel that, "You're only as good, as what you're good for!", otherwise, they wouldn't give you the time of day!.

You know the ones, the ones that smile in your face, while trying to feel what's in your pockets!

Yeah, I might sound a bit cynical, but I guess that's my 'sensitive' side talking.

I guess I'll just have to see. I'll try to do better. Maybe I have to take my own advice that I try and teach my crochet students, "Everything round/row you work on, set's up for the next round/row".

In other words, Kenny, 'get your ass up, and do something about it!'

THE SOUTH PHILLY'S 'QUEEN OF CROCHET' HAS STEPPED DOWN!

2014-11-22T11:34:00.000-05:00

THE SOUTH PHILLY'S 'QUEEN' OF CROCHET' HAS STEPPED DOWN!

Well, I'm sad to say that Jane's Yarn Shoppe, at 12th & Morris Sts is no longer open. Due to financial reasons, she could no longer keep it going.

Small local yarn shops have been trying to compete with the large craft stores (we have A C Moore and Michaels), and Jane's was the only 'crochet friendly' LYS in the city. And when the craft stores came to town, that drove a lot of business from her shop..

She had been a staple in the South Philly area, along East Passyunk Ave. for several decades.

I met her in the late 90's, and found a refuge to share my thoughts, ideas, and my crochet work with. I sometimes found myself staying the shop for hours at a time, just hanging out.

At first, I felt a little strange going there, being the only guy I knew who crocheted (before then, I would just crochet by myself, and never had anyone to talk to about it, without getting those strange looks and attitudes. But she never made me feel that way, she's very down to earth, and welcoming. She helped me come out the crochet 'closet'.

When I started teaching at several senior centers, I would copy some of my students patterns to share with her. Before long, she had hundreds of patterns. I used to make items and she would showcase them in the store and the store window. I would sometimes call her up for her advice, we would help each other with any crochet problems. I honored her professional opinions and ideas.

She specialized in making baby clothes, with that 'thin' yarn (UGH....I cringe just thinking about it!!), and could whip up a baby sweater in no time. She's made so many baby items, she doesn't need a pattern! She could make just about anything, but baby clothes were her favorite.

And she was the best place to get Red Heart's 'Luster Sheen' yarn

Due to illness, I hadn't been able to go there in several years, but I would always recommend everybody to go to her shop. Just remember to bring something to eat & drink, because you'll be there for awhile

I hate to see her go.

2014-10-19T09:53:00.000-04:00

Ever heard that expression: 'Getting all dressed up, and have nowhere to go?"

I feel like that with crocheting lately. I like to make so many different things, but what do I do with them? In the past, I made so many things that they were piling up in my apartment. I would either find a pattern I wanted to try, or, create something new, make it, take a photo of it, then, fold it up, put it in a zippered bag, and put it in the closet.

Here's the thing...I like to crochet for just the joy of crocheting. I don't have any one person in mind, when I'm making something, I just enjoy challenging my skills and ideas.

I started writing patterns about 9 yrs. ago, only because people who were online started to ask for a pattern for the things I created myself. I never thought of myself as a 'designer', I'm just sitting here alone, putting my ideas into some form. I just like crocheting, but I don't like to do the same thing over, and over again.

I bought so much yarn, had so many books and magazines, as well as hundreds of copied paper patterns, I felt like I had my own personal yarn shop! There were days when I didn't feel like going out to get yarn, or even seeing anyone, so I'd be hold up in my apartment for days just crocheting, while listening to music (stocked up on frozen dinners so I'd didn't have to cook....bad idea!)

Well, since I moved to a smaller apartment, and my family threw out most of my patterns out of my old apartment (I had stuff that went back to the 60's...but they thought it was just junk). And, after taking what they wanted, (including some a lot of my own property!!), they sold off all my crochet work, including the yarn at a flea market!!

Now I just don't have the drive like I used to. I will pick up something now and then, but just for a hour or so.

The one good thing is that I still go to a crochet class at a senior center that's near me. I used to teach there. I had 3 other centers that I taught at, but this one was my favorite.... most of the students were actually 'learning', trying new things, and actually 'finishing' their projects!

So, I'm just content with things now, and decided to not 'get dressed up, because I'm not going anywhere!! :-)

Hospitalized Again!!

2014-01-19T08:21:00.001-05:00

Last December, I was hit with a severe case of pneumonia (due to a adenovirus) that cause my weak kidneys to fail, and I had to go on dialysis (permanently) . I knew that I would eventually go on it, but the pneumonia just pushed it forward faster. Some fluid from the adenovirus had build up in my right knee, and I had to get that removed.

So, I was in the hospital for about a month (don't remember much about the first 2 weeks, but I hear I was delirious. All I remember that I was in so much pain, I wanted and pleaded to die...

Well, I got thru it, but it left me extremely weak, bed ridden, and couldn't walk or go to the bathroom. Couldn't stand the smell and taste of food (lost 30 lbs.!!), and always feeling nauseated, especially in my bowels. (probably due to all the different antibiotics they were giving me!)

The pneumonia cleared up, and I was sent to a rehabilitation center to have some physical and occupational therapy. I'm also going to a dialysis center, 3 times a week, 4hrs. each time. Oh well it's something I know I have to get used to.

Can't wait until I can get back home.

2013-11-17T18:25:00.000-05:00

OK, here's the thing.....

Last Thursday, after being a hour late to my crochet class (where I used to be the formal 'teacher' there), I was on my way back home by bus (which only takes less than 10 minutes if I'm lucky not having to wait too long for it). I get home, and like most Thursdays, I either watch or record my favorite soaps and get on the computer.

Well that didn't work out as planned.

So, I'm on the computer for several hours, an, for reasons unknown to me, I have to get a digital cable box to see my over-the-air channels (can't afford cable), which since living here for over a year so far, I was able to view them for free. I thought the wall cable mount was already in the wall, and I just connected it to my TV, and since I never received a bill (even from the former tenant), the apt bldg. has a built-in digital antenna.

Well, I was wrong!!

The previous Wednesday, I go to turn on my TV, and there's no channels!! So I re-scan it, and just 2 channels show up, and they're both Comcast/Xfinity commercial promo ads, saying that they suddenly, (without any notice......well, I guess I wouldn't get one, since I thought I was getting a clearer version of the regular over-the-air channels), decide to 'encrypt' access to the basic channels, so you'll need a 'digital adapter to view them (but you now have to sign up for a 'basic' service plan with them in order to get the digital adapter.

So, while working on my computer Thursday after crochet class, I decided to call them about getting service and pick up the adapter. Fill out the form over the phone, then afterwards, the customer service rep says that I can pick up the adapter today at the nearest Comcast Service Center (luckily, it not that far from where I live), and just bring a photo ID. So I gather myself to get ready to walk out the door, then suddenly I realized that I can't find my wallet (with my photo ID inside!!

Trying not to panic, I search my whole apartment, went outside, retraced my step from the bus top where I got off, ask one of the apt bldg. maintenance guys to be on the lookout for it. OK, I had about $65 in it,(knew that would be the first thing gone,), and I could live with that, I was more concerned about my ID, and other cards that had my personal info in it. Not to mention not being sable to get that adapter before the weekend if the Center might be closed.

So I gather the necessary papers and money to go in town to get a new photo ID ( I don't drive, so that's all I need there), plan to get other replacement cards (medical, Social Security, etc..) the next day.

So, after getting (and paying for) my new ID card quickly, I then go to the Service Center to get the adapter, and they tell me that I have now go across town at another place to get it. I was so tired and pissed, I just cancelled my order.

Here it is Sunday afternoon, and I'm on the computer, and decide to make myself a cup a tea (got a little thirsty for it after watching a British TV drama on Youtube (A Touch of Frost!).

So I'm walking back to the computer, and in the corner of my eye, near one of my French doors by the back of my computer, I can't believe my eyes....it's my wallet!!!

Somebody must be looking out for me, huh?

Meeting Up With a Good Crochet Friend!!

2013-08-26T15:02:00.000-04:00

For the most part, I don't see a lot of people, I only go out to the supermarket, a doctor's appointment, and to a Thursday morning crochet class for seniors where I used to teach (if you could call it that).

So it was nice to be strong enough (after having coronary bypass surgery 2 months ago) to be able to go meet and walk around the train station with a good crochet friend I met online. I don't get to see her in person that much, but we keep in touch online (she hasn't figured out to connect with Skype yet, but she will).

Funny thing happened while we sat down for lunch (we split a long cheesesteak....it wasn't with our famous 'Amoroso's 'bread, but it wasn't that bad), I was admiring her brass bracelet (especially the unisex design), so she took it off and ask me to try it on, then said to 'keep' it.

This is the second best gift I've gotten this year (the first was when my oldest niece took me to Olive Garden for my 60th birthday!!). My crochet friend also offered the matching necklace, but I declined (I'm not a 'necklace' kind of guy) ;-)

It's Been Almost A Year...

2013-08-05T08:13:00.000-04:00

Well, it's been almost a year since I've moved here at my new apartment.

So far, so good. I kinda like it here in this area of Philly, a small pocket of quiet, where the chaos is not too far behind.

I live across from a commuter train station, so it's a blessing and a curse. If I want to go to the heart of the city, or, connect to Amtrak, or the Airport Line, it's great. But hearing the trains going by at night (especially in the Summer, with the windows open), can be distracting. But it's something you get used to.

One problem I used to have was that, other than the commuter train, was that there's only only bus line, whose nearest bus stop was ACROSS the overhead bridge of the train station. So, I had to walk a block downhill to the train station, climb a long flight of stars (which puts a lot strain on my legs), cross the bridge, climb up a smaller flight of stairs, then walk a half a block to the bus stop. Coming home, I had to do the reverse, WHEW!!! There were a lot of times I just didn't have the energy to go out, unless I either had a doctor's appointment, or, going to the grocery store Carrying several bags was very difficult, as well as, unknowingly, putting undo extra stress on my heart (which I found out later, having to have coronary bypass surgery). I mean, I was already not in great health, having stage 4 diabetes (stage 5 is needing a kidney transplant), as well as having high blood pressure and being HIV-positive for over 20 years (yeah, I'm still here!!) ;-)

But, as luck would have it, just recently, I found out that the city needed to repair a nearby street bridge that my bus line has to cross, so my bus line is diverted to MY side of the train station.YEAH!

So now, I only have to walk a half a block STRAIGHT across from my apartment to catch the bus, and the bus now runs on my block, if I'm lucky, I can get some bus drivers to let me off close to my apartment entrance, where I can walk DOWNHILL, instead of UPHILL, a half a block. That helps a lot whenever I'm carrying anything heavy, which I try not to do as much. I still don't go out that much, but at least I feel better whenever I do.

I finally getting some of the things I wanted for my apartment, like a kitchen table and decent chairs. OK, it's just a card table set, but hey!, I live in a small studio apartment, and the only visitors I've had are my physical therapist and nurse the hospital sends me after my surgery.

You see, the only 2 friends I know live in Baltimore (ex-boyfriend) and Des Moines (from college), who I'm truly thankful for. Most others have either died from AIDS, or, they weren't that much of a friend as I thought they were. I'm friendly with some of my crochet students from the nearby senior center I go to (really nice ladies), but that's about it. And, one, that I don't drive (never have), and two, that I just can't get around as well as I used to. Oh, and I can't forget my online friends, who've been a lifeline for me.

Anyway, I feel much better, health wise, and, feeling much better about choosing and living in my new apartment.

NBA Player Jason Collins Reveals He Is Gay!! (YEAH, BABY!!)

2013-04-29T17:42:00.001-04:00

OK, OK!

I know, right now, this is one of the big topics that people are talking about right now, but, I just want you to sit down, take a few extra minutes,(really, it's not going to kill you, right?) and thoroughly read his statement with Sports Illustrated.:

NBA Player Jason Collins Reveals He Is Gay

I've played for six pro teams and have appeared in two NBA Finals. Ever heard of a parlor game called Three Degrees of Jason Collins? If you're in the league, and I haven't been your teammate, I surely have been one of your teammates' teammates. Or one of your teammates' teammates' teammates.

Now I'm a free agent, literally and figuratively. I've reached that enviable state in life in which I can do pretty much what I want. And what I want is to continue to play basketball. I still love the game, and I still have something to offer. My coaches and teammates recognize that. At the same time, I want to be genuine and authentic and truthful.

Why am I coming out now? Well, I started thinking about this in 2011 during the NBA player lockout. I'm a creature of routine. When the regular season ends I immediately dedicate myself to getting game ready for the opener of the next campaign in the fall. But the lockout wreaked havoc on my habits and forced me to confront who I really am and what I really want. With the season delayed, I trained and worked out. But I lacked the distraction that basketball had always provided.

The first relative I came out to was my aunt Teri, a superior court judge in San Francisco. Her reaction surprised me. "I've known you were gay for years," she said. From that moment on I was comfortable in my own skin. In her presence I ignored my censor button for the first time. She gave me support. The relief I felt was a sweet release. Imagine you're in the oven, baking. Some of us know and accept our sexuality right away and some need more time to cook. I should know -- I baked for 33 years.

When I was younger I dated women. I even got engaged. I thought I had to live a certain way. I thought I needed to marry a woman and raise kids with her. I kept telling myself the sky was red, but I always knew it was blue.

I realized I needed to go public when Joe Kennedy, my old roommate at Stanford and now a Massachusetts congressman, told me he had just marched in Boston's 2012 Gay Pride Parade. I'm seldom jealous of others, but hearing what Joe had done filled me with envy. I was proud of him for participating but angry that as a closeted gay man I couldn't even cheer my straight friend on as a spectator. If I'd been questioned, I would have concocted half truths. What a shame to have to lie at a celebration of pride. I want to do the right thing and not hide anymore. I want to march for tolerance, acceptance and understanding. I want to take a stand and say, "Me, too."

The recent Boston Marathon bombing reinforced the notion that I shouldn't wait for the circumstances of my coming out to be perfect. Things can change in an instant, so why not live truthfully? When I told Joe a few weeks ago that I was gay, he was grateful that I trusted him. He asked me to join him in 2013. We'll be marching on June 8.

No one wants to live in fear. I've always been scared of saying the wrong thing. I don't sleep well. I never have. But each time I tell another person, I feel stronger and sleep a little more soundly. It takes an enormous amount of energy to guard such a big secret. I've endured years of misery and gone to enormous lengths to live a lie. I was certain that my world would fall apart if anyone knew. And yet when I acknowledged my sexuality I felt whole for the first time. I still had the same sense of humor, I still had the same mannerisms and my friends still had my back

Believe it or not, my family has had bigger shocks. Strange as it seems today, my parents expected only one child in 1978. Me. When I came out (for the first time) the doctors congratulated my mother on her healthy, seven-pound, one-ounce baby boy. "Wait!" said a nurse. "Here comes another one!" The other one, who arrived eight minutes later and three ounces heavier, was Jarron. He's followed me ever since, to Stanford and to the NBA, and as the ever-so-slightly older brother I've looked out for him.

I had a happy childhood in the suburbs of L.A. My parents instilled in us an appreciation of history, art and, most important, Motown. Jarron and I weren't allowed to listen to rap until we were 12. After our birthday I dashed to Target and bought DJ Quik's album Quik Is the Name. I memorized every line. It was around this time that I began noticing subtle differences between Jarron and me. Our twinness was no longer synchronized. I couldn't identify with his attraction to girls.

I feel blessed that I recognized my own attractions. Though I resisted my impulses through high school, I knew that when I was ready I had someone to turn to: my uncle Mark in New York. I knew we could talk without judgment, and we did last summer. Uncle Mark is gay. He and his partner have been in a stable relationship forever. For a confused young boy, I can think of no better role model of love and compassion.

I didn't come out to my brother until last summer. His reaction to my breakfast revelation was radically different from Aunt Teri's. He was downright astounded. He never suspected. So much for twin telepathy. But by dinner that night, he was full of brotherly love. For the first time in our lives, he wanted to step in and protect me.

My maternal grandmother was apprehensive about my plans to come out. She grew up in rural Louisiana and witnessed the horrors of segregation. During the civil rights movement she saw great bravery play out amid the ugliest aspects of humanity. She worries that I am opening myself up to prejudice and hatred. I explained to her that in a way, my coming out is preemptive. I shouldn't have to live under the threat of being outed. The announcement should be mine to make, not TMZ's.

The hardest part of this is the realization that my entire family will be affected. But my relatives have told me repeatedly that as long as I'm happy, they're there for me. I watch as my brother and friends from college start their own families. Changing diapers is a lot of work, but children bring so much joy. I'm crazy about my nieces and nephew, and I can't wait to start a family of my own.

I'm from a close-knit family. My parents instilled Christian values in me. They taught Sunday school, and I enjoyed lending a hand. I take the teachings of Jesus seriously, particularly the ones that touch on tolerance and understanding. On family trips, my parents made a point to expose us to new things, religious and cultural. In Utah, we visited the Mormon Salt Lake Temple. In Atlanta, the house of Martin Luther King Jr. That early exposure to otherness made me the guy who accepts everyone unconditionally.

I'm learning to embrace the puzzle that is me. After I was traded by the Celtics to Washington in February, I took a detour to the Dr. King memorial. I was inspired and humbled. I celebrate being an African-American and the hardships of the past that still resonate today. But I don't let my race define me any more than I want my sexual orientation to. I don't want to be labeled, and I can't let someone else's label define me.

On the court I graciously accept one label sometimes bestowed on me: "the pro's pro." I got that handle because of my fearlessness and my commitment to my teammates. I take charges and I foul -- that's been my forte. In fact, during the 2004-05 season my 322 personals led the NBA. I enter the court knowing I have six hard fouls to give. I set picks with my 7-foot, 255-pound body to get guys like Jason Kidd, John Wall and Paul Pierce open. I sacrifice myself for other players. I look out for teammates as I would my kid brother.

I'm not afraid to take on any opponent. I love playing against the best. Though Shaquille O'Neal is a Hall of Famer, I never shirked from the challenge of trying to frustrate the heck out of him. (Note to Shaq: My flopping has nothing to do with being gay.) My mouthpiece is in, and my wrists are taped. Go ahead, take a swing -- I'll get up. I hate to say it, and I'm not proud of it, but I once fouled a player so hard that he had to leave the arena on a stretcher.

I go against the gay stereotype, which is why I think a lot of players will be shocked: That guy is gay? But I've always been an aggressive player, even in high school. Am I so physical to prove that being gay doesn't make you soft? Who knows? That's something for a psychologist to unravel. My motivations, like my contributions, don't show up in box scores, and frankly I don't care about stats. Winning is what counts. I want to be evaluated as a team player.

Loyalty to my team is the real reason I didn't come out sooner. When I signed a free-agent contract with Boston last July, I decided to commit myself to the Celtics and not let my personal life become a distraction. When I was traded to the Wizards, the political significance of coming out sunk in. I was ready to open up to the press, but I had to wait until the season was over.

A college classmate tried to persuade me to come out then and there. But I couldn't yet. My one small gesture of solidarity was to wear jersey number 98 with the Celtics and then the Wizards. The number has great significance to the gay community. One of the most notorious antigay hate crimes occurred in 1998. Matthew Shepard, a University of Wyoming student, was kidnapped, tortured and lashed to a prairie fence. He died five days after he was finally found. That same year the Trevor Project was founded. This amazing organization provides crisis intervention and suicide prevention to kids struggling with their sexual identity. Trust me, I know that struggle. I've struggled with some insane logic. When I put on my jersey I was making a statement to myself, my family and my friends.

The strain of hiding my sexuality became almost unbearable in March, when the U.S. Supreme Court heard arguments for and against same-sex marriage. Less than three miles from my apartment, nine jurists argued about my happiness and my future. Here was my chance to be heard, and I couldn't say a thing. I didn't want to answer questions and draw attention to myself. Not while I was still playing.

I'm glad I'm coming out in 2013 rather than 2003. The climate has shifted; public opinion has shifted. And yet we still have so much farther to go. Everyone is terrified of the unknown, but most of us don't want to return to a time when minorities were openly discriminated against. I'm impressed with the straight pro athletes who have spoken up so far -- Chris Kluwe, Brendon Ayanbadejo. The more people who speak out, the better, gay or straight. It starts with President Obama's mentioning the 1969 Stonewall riots, which launched the gay rights movement, during his second inaugural address. And it extends to the grade-school teacher who encourages her students

By its nature, my double life has kept me from getting close to any of my teammates. Early in my career I worked hard at acting straight, but as I got more comfortable in my straight mask it required less effort. In recent days, though, little has separated "mask on, mask off." Personally, I don't like to dwell in someone else's private life, and I hope players and coaches show me the same respect. When I'm with my team I'm all about working hard and winning games. A good teammate supports you no matter what.

I've been asked how other players will respond to my announcement. The simple answer is, I have no idea. I'm a pragmatist. I hope for the best, but plan for the worst. The biggest concern seems to be that gay players will behave unprofessionally in the locker room. Believe me; I've taken plenty of showers in 12 seasons. My behavior wasn't an issue before, and it won't be one now. My conduct won't change. I still abide by the adage, "What happens in the locker room stays in the locker room." I'm still a model of discretion.

As I write this, I haven't come out to anyone in the NBA. I'm not privy to what other players say about me. Maybe Mike Miller, my old teammate in Memphis, will recall the time I dropped by his house in Florida and say, "I enjoyed being his teammate, and I sold him a dog." I hope players swap stories like that. Maybe they'll talk about my character and what kind of person I am.

As far as the reaction of fans, I don't mind if they heckle me. I've been booed before. There have been times when I've wanted to boo myself. But a lot of ill feelings can be cured by winning.

I'm a veteran, and I've earned the right to be heard. I'll lead by example and show that gay players are no different from straight ones. I'm not the loudest person in the room, but I'll speak up when something isn't right. And try to make everyone laugh.

I've never sought the spotlight. Though I'm coming out to the world, I intend to guard my privacy. I'm making this blanket statement in part to keep rumors and misunderstandings at bay. I hope fans will respect me for raising my hand. And I hope teammates will remember that I've never been an in-your-face kind of guy. All you need to know is that I'm single. I see no need to delve into specifics.

Look at what happened in the military when the 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' policy was repealed. Critics of the repeal were sure that out military members would devastate morale and destroy civilization. But a new study conducted by scholars from every branch of the armed forces except the Coast Guard concluded that "cohesion did not decline after the new policy of open service was put into place. In fact, greater openness and honesty resulting from repeal seem to have promoted increased understanding, respect and acceptance."

The same goes for sports. Doc Rivers, my coach on the Celtics, says, "If you want to go quickly, go by yourself -- if you want to go farther, go in a group." I want people to pull together and push ahead.

Openness may not completely disarm prejudice, but it's a good place to start. It all comes down to education. I'll sit down with any player who's uneasy about my coming out. Being gay is not a choice. This is the tough road and at times the lonely road. Former players like Tim Hardaway, who said "I hate gay people" (and then became a supporter of gay rights), fuel homophobia. Tim is an adult. He's entitled to his opinion. God bless America. Still, if I'm up against an intolerant player, I'll set a pretty hard pick on him. And then move on.
The most you can do is stand up for what you believe in. I'm much happier since coming out to my friends and family. Being genuine and honest makes me happy.

I'm glad I can stop hiding and refocus on my 13th NBA season. I've been running through the Santa Monica Mountains in a 30-pound vest with Shadow, the German shepherd I got from Mike Miller. In the pros, the older you get, the better shape you must be in. Next season a few more eyeballs are likely to be on me. That only motivates me to work harder.
Some people insist they've never met a gay person. But Three Degrees of Jason Collins dictates that no NBA player can claim that anymore. Pro basketball is a family. And pretty much every family I know has a brother, sister or cousin who's gay. In the brotherhood of the NBA, I just happen to be the one who's out.

Read More: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/magazine/news/20130429/jason-collins-gay-nba-player/#ixzz2Rso67iD0

'JUST SUCK IT UP....AND MOVE ON!!!'

2013-04-17T23:45:00.005-04:00

I decided to go see the movie '42' today. normally, I don't go out to the theatres like I used to, mainly because, since I don't drive, and they're fewer ones in the city. Besides, the prices are ridiculous!!

So, I can only walk but so far due to my diabetes, so I went to the closest one to me.

MAN! I must be getting old! Now, I know we have to pay for a better quality, clean, comfortable service, so I learned a valuable lesson: STARVE!

I( was able to get a senior discount for my ticket (would of been cheaper the day before!), but, like a dummy, I decided to get the 'trio'.....a hot dog (that was cold), a medium drink, and a medium popcorn.

Guess how much? $14!!!

$14??? that's twice as much as the dammed ticket!

OK, OK... I have to let that go, I mean, it's all to see Jackie Robinson, right? Got's to support my 'peeps', right? They better make another Black themed film if they want to see me again! ;-)

Sure, I could of waited to see it on DVD down the line, but I wanted to do my small part in encouraging filmmakers to make more 'quality' African-American movies. And the best sign is at the box office.

Now, I know there's a lot people who could care less about it, but sitting there in the movie, watching a story about a young 'brother', and with the way the world was back then (heard stories from my parents and older relatives, and having some of the same experiences myself, I can empathized with his life.

Many, many times I had to just 'suck it up, and move on!!!

IT'S GETTING A LITTLE WARM IN HERE!!

2013-04-09T01:46:00.000-04:00

Yeah, Spring is finally here. When you can finally open and leave your windows open the get some fresh air. Although, I must say, the Winter wasn't bad. Sure we had low temperatures, but at least we didn't have lots of snow.

So, now that Spring is here, I'm going to try to be outdoors more. I don't crochet as much as I used to, and with the weather getting warmer, I don't have as much interest either.

I want just to finish off some of the things I started, like a hat and scarf, so I just put it away in the closet with all the other things I've made so far. I don't want to repeat the same trend I did years before, storing all my crochet things away in a closet.

I think I might try selling my things online again. When I first tried it, I didn't do so well, and with my limited income, I couldn't afford to keep paying monthly fees without any sales. The other problem was that I would get requests for a item in a different color or size, not the one I'm trying to sell. Some people would say, "You should be glad to get orders!". Well, they're not the ones who has to do the work, are they? ;-)

Crochet is something I 'like' to do, not to feel 'required' to do. I was never in it just for the money. Maybe, if I was more 'business' minded, I'd feel differently, but that's just not me. I'm glad I'm at a point in my life that I know, all be it very small, there's a community of like-minded people here in the city that appreciate and acknowledge my work. Never wanted to make a lot of money and/or be famous.

I will say that since going on the Internet, I've gotten some notice, but I really enjoy meeting and talking with new friends, sharing ideas and interests. Especially with other male crocheters!!

See, I don't have have any friends like that here...I've never met another 'openly' male crocheter here, with one exception. There was a senior in his 70's, at another community center that heard about me teaching crochet, and was dying to meet me. You see, he had never met another male crocheter, especially another African-American one. Spending time with him, listening and learning different things (even if I already knew them), talking about his crochet history, was a treat. He passed away some months later, but before he did, (he probably sensed it), he gave me a lot of patterns, and hooks/needles. I was honored that he did get to meet me, and we shared a crochet 'brotherhood', amongst a sea of females.

When the weather gets warmer, some crocheter prefer to work with lighter, thinner yarns/threads. Not me. There are a few things you won't catch me doing in crochet....doilies, dolls, baby clothes (OK, maybe a 4-ply blanket), as well as certain techniques: Hairpin and Broomstick Lace, working with any type of specialty yarns, like Fun Fur and ribbon (too 'girlie' for me!), and working with a long afghan/double-ended hook.

Hey! A guy needs to draw the line somewhere, right?

YEAH!! I FINALLY DID IT....KINDA!

2013-02-26T15:44:00.001-05:00

Late last night, while I was browsing on my netbook, I IM one of my longtime online fellow crochet friends. Sometime earlier, I had asked her about ever using Skype, and she said no, because she didn't have a webcam. That's true for most of my online friends, but she is the most computer savy. The other friends don't seem to be that interested (at least not with me).

So, while my friend and I were talking about all sorts of crochet stuff, she suddenly asked if I try Skype together this time. I said, "great, OK"

Well, I couldn't see her, but we could talk with each other like a regular phone call (well, not that regular, we talked for about 3 hrs!) And it was really nice to finally hear her voice, live. I think I've known her for over 10 yrs, and we never met.

It also felt great to finally feel more free to talk about our crazy experiences, as well as, talking about crochet!

The other thing I liked, was we could still send photos and links to each other (currently, while still using Windows 7, I've separated Skype from Windows Messenger, knowing that I'll no choice by March 1, I believe, when Microsoft will discontinue Windows Live).

Even though we talked for a long time, it was time well spent.

Try To Keep My Mouth Shut!!

2013-02-23T17:47:00.001-05:00

I was browsing thru Etsy's crochet section, I came across a fellow 'male' crocheter selling some ski caps. What intrigued me was his use of Tapestry Crochet. The majority of the designs were similar(mainly 'diamond' shapes).

So, I decided to buy one.

When I got the Cap in the mail, I first noticed what yarn he used (Red Heart Super Saver, in Grey Heather, with Black Diamonds, using 2 strands). That's OK, I didn't pay that much anyway! ;-)

Then I looked at the construction, mainly the top of the Cap. I could tell he made a smaller Crown section, by making the increases quickly, by doubling each rnd until he got the desired amount of stitches to form as many 'diamond' shapes as possible.

What happens when you do that, is you're forcing the Crown section stitches to 'stretch', causing open spaces ( I don't like to use the word 'hole' with regards to crochet). Now, that might be OK for my fellow 'White' brothers up in Utah, were the designer's from, but here, in Philly, the majority of our 'black' brothers don't have a lot of hair (up there!), so we need our Caps to be a bit tighter to keep our skulls a bit warmer.

Well, I thought I'd give it a try, so I made my own. I haven't tried using Tapestry Crochet in a while, mainly just wanted to know how to do it.

About a week later, I went to the local crochet class at the senior center that's close to me (used to be their teacher for more than 10yrs), and asked if anyone heard, or seen Tapestry Crochet. No one did.

So I explained what it is, and how it's made, showing them the Cap I purchased. I then, showed them my version, and explained the difference. All I got were looks of indifference, or, asked if I just had the pattern for the Cap.

Another week went by, and I ask the class if they ever heard of Bavarian Crochet, no one heard of it, which had expected, so I asked if anyone heard of the Catherine Wheel Stitch. Again, no one heard of it, and showed no interest in as well. Just wanted to know if I had a pattern for it.

I need to remember that most people aren't interested in really knowing anything like that, as long as it's in a pattern. Then, they'll just ask someone to help them fgigure it out..

I'll try to keep my mouth shut!! ;-)

Making Something New vs. Learning Something New in Crochet

2013-02-01T00:10:00.001-05:00

I want to take a moment and comment on a trend I've been noticing lately. A lot of crocheters seem to just want to 'make' something, as oppose to actually 'learning something. As a crochet instructor, I'm always get asked some of the most basic things in a pattern, only to get asked the same things in another pattern.

People, what do you think all those books on stitches and techniques are for? To make you look like you know what you're doing? Now, don't get me wrong, I can understand some things that the average crocheter may not run across in a pattern, but sometimes one has to be realilstic about one's skill level!!

Just you see something you like, doesn't mean you have the skills to do it. And, you should expect the pattern to help you.

My point is if we as crocheters need and want people to respect us for out craft, then we need to step up with our skills (yes, that means more than knowing how to make things like sc, dc, etc)

Let's not get lazy....we have so many resources to get information than ever before.

But here's the key thing, the best way to learn is by repetition, and/or by teaching someone else. Respect is earned, and if you want to do the more challenging stuff, you have to do your homework, and be prepared. The pattern was not intended to teach you how follow it, your behind should either already know how, and/or, take/check old notes, ask someone, looking it up.

It seems nowadays, people just go from one pattern to the next, never taking the time to take notes, or, concentrate on specific new things they found in the pattern, like a different stitch they've never done before, or, learning a new or different abbreviation and technique.

What you find in one pattern, can help you down the line in a future pattern, that may have something similar in it.

Now with regard to video, I don't think it's a bad thing. Some stitches and stitch patterns are hard to visualize (hey, trust me, I'm 'old school, I didn't have the luxury of seeing how a new stitch/pattern was made, and being able to review it over, and over again). I also didn't have anyone around to ask for help to learning at a experience level......and being a Black guy in a Black neighborhood, didn't help much either....but I digress.

Well, that's my 2 cents on the matter.

Unfortuately, Some things Never Change

2013-01-30T11:35:00.001-05:00

Well, its a new year and I've been living in my new apartment for about 6 months. I do like it, it's what I've wanted for a long time, long before I hurt my feet and had to leave my larger apartment. Part of the problem was that with my stage(3) of diabetes, I lack the energy. The other thing, I don't have any friends that could help (most of them have either died of AIDS, or we just drifted part, and, not being close to my family, I just didn't like the idea of asking them for help, some of them can be condescending to me (unconsciously, I guess).

I've lived there for at 30 years, and in that time, I only had a visit from one brother (out of three). But let me say this, my oldest brother will come by if I only need some help, but that's about it. I rarely talk to them on the phone, just to say hi.

For my part, I've come to accept it, and not make a big deal about it. They sometimes try to make a issue of it, but never follow though. It's just that we'll never be close. Fine.

Since living alone for about 37 years, I've adapted a lifestyle that may seem strange to some, enforcing the 'rules' in my place, just trying to have a quiet, content life.

All I do is crochet, use the computer, and watch TV...that's it. Being on disability, living on a low income, I try to keep my life simple. I know, understand, that in regards to both my health and income, they won't get any better. I only have that and my property (which, during being moved out, I have 'less' of.)

My only regret is how my family perceives me. But, sadly, that will never change.

PHILADELPHIA WARMTH IN WINTER KNIT IN!

2012-10-13T01:15:00.000-04:00

PHILADELPHIA WARMTH IN WINTER KNIT IN!

Hello to all who KNIT or CROCHET! If you would like to help homeless children in Philadelphia, PA area this winter, please attend the 2012 “Knit-In” @ City Hall on Wednesday, 11/14/2012 from 9am to 3pm Rm 401, NE corner.

Breakfast & lunch are on US--the supplies & talent are on YOU!!

Call Kellan White to RSVP @ 215-686-3438 or email her at: kellen.white@phila.gov

OK, SO HERE'S THE THING...!

2012-07-12T01:30:00.001-04:00

OK, here’s the thing…
I’ve been living in a small, one bedroom on the 2nd floor of a house apt for 30 yrs. Due to a recent burn accident with my feet; I was suggested to move out while I was hospitalized by my older brother and younger sister (who I can't help but love!!)

I knew, for several other reasons, I needed to move anyway: I let the apt go…..my overall health was bad and I didn’t have the energy to even do the laundry and the dishes, general clean up, plus, the state of the apt house itself had been deteriorated as well. It was becoming unsafe too.

I’ve been living on a small disability income for over 25 years, so my choices for a better place were far and in between. I accepted that, and, being hospitalized for an undetermined amount of time, I also knew I’d be at the mercy of my family, which I was dreading ("God, help me!!!)

I’m not particular close to my family; I’m more a loner, not really into the whole ‘family’ dynamic. It’s not my thing. Been a comfirmed bachelor for 38yrs

Living on a modest income all my adult life, I’ve become accustomed to find some sense of little pride in acquiring some of life’s small creature comforts; a flat screen TV (not in of those gigantic 50” screen ones), a desktop & laptop computer (OK, they’re a little outdated, but the get the job done), a nice size microwave (Yes, I’m no cook!), and some bedroom and living room furniture. I was comfortable.

Well, things got turned around when my ‘family’ stepped in. Although with good intentions, they’ve decided that they didn’t like the way I was living my life, so they went about discarding what they deem what they thought what I didn’t need. Just chucking my stuff out into the street, all the while, assuming what I’ll need for a smaller place.

Oh, BTW, did I mention that they assured me that finding me another apt wouldn’t be a problem, even a 1 bedroom? Well, that was in September 2011, and it’s now July 2012, and I found my own studio apt. Now, don’t get me wrong, my sister has been great in assisting me with trying to find me a place (bless her!), but I believe she didn’t think it would take as long as it did.

So now, I’m trying to assess what I exactly I have (left), and what I can use in my smaller place.
Rather than opting for the comfort of regular mattress set, I got a sofabed. Nothing says “I really don’t want any company (as you get older)” than a large ass mattress in your living area!!! ;-) I went through that stage in my youth when that was “cute, independent, sexy, and bohemian’, but when you’re hitting 60, that’s just ‘sad’.

I’d rather have the possible last 2 decades of my life with the ‘appearance’ of having friends and family (if they behave!), stopping by (and calling ahead of time, of course!).

So, I needed to store the sofabed with one of my other older brother’s houses that he’s turning into a duplex. He’s already storing my bedroom’s dresser, chest drawer, a 2 night stands. Also, 3 low shelved floor cabinets that I had in my living room (like a credenza), which I also appreciate!

He asked me if I had enough room for all my furniture. Now my apt won’t be ready for to move in to about 2-3 weeks, and I did see a different but same size apt a few weeks ago (jusonce), andI got a good sense of how much of my large furniture I can use. It seems I can use the bedroom furniture, but not the living room cabinets. So he suggested that I should throw the cabinets away…HUH?

I mentioned it to my oldest brother……he agrees…..wait, this is the same brother that, when it came to my other things, as he puts it, calmly “Oh yeah, we threw out A LOT of stuff”!!

The thing that bothers me is the sense of apathy my family deals with my life and property. OK, they’re all doing well, and have been doing better than I ever had. They all have families. They have the means and luxury to go thru and easily discard things whenever it’s no longer needed or wanted, but I don’t. They're kids may break some toy or game; just get them another (bigger) one. Your cellphone breaks, get another (better) one… I don’t have that luxury.

I just have to make do with what I have, or, at least until I can afford to get another one, which may not be better or bigger. That’s just my stage in life…..and’s that’s OK. I’ve accepted it. But I have trouble accepting when people ‘devalue’ one’s property, one’s lifestyle, to which follows to one’s dignity. Let me at least have that!

People need to consider 'what' they're saying to 'who'. We don't live in a 'one size fits all' world.

I don’t have much in my life, never had, and probably never will…..all I do have is just the little things in life that I enjoy; my memories, my craft, and trying to be the good and kind of son my Mom raised me to be.