Monday, February 27, 2006
Well, I googled it: the urban legend is true. Santa's reindeers must all be female, because males lose their antlers in late fall and females retain theirs til spring. Although this is pretty irrelevant because pink was always part of the plan anyway. In any case, I'm doing light pink reindeer with white hooves and antlers. I've done just one row of fair isle so far--32 white blobs for 32 little hooves. I'll post a pic when it gets more interesting.
In other knitting news, I am almost. Almost. Almost. to the yoke separation for my hourglass sweater.
So I wanted to put this in the sidebar where the JFK thing is, but it's not html, it's a link, so I can't change the table width and it throws everything off. But I am pretty proud of it. Except the fortune-hunting part. He wasn't looking for fortune. He was looking for artifacts. Which belong in a museum.
I did not finish my Olympic knitting. I didn't come into this Games expecting to medal, though. "An upstart kid with a whole lotta spunk, who's got a lot of years of knitting before her," that's what Scott Hamilton called me; Dick Button snorted and said, "well, people should have a certain level of talent and perhaps drive before they're allowed to participate in such a grueling event. She's knitting a plain stockinette-stitch sweater and she just barely got to the armpit region. That's as unattractive as going into a death spiral in a sitting position." Then that woman said, "Her knitting may not be at the gold medal level, Dick, but she came here to show the world just what she's capable of. She danced with the morning sun in this competition, and if anyone could knit moonbeams with peppermint-stick needles, it would be her." (It also didn't help that right before I got to the final waist-shaping increase, I tweaked a method and dropped some stitches.) I was just so caught up in the excitement. This Games has inspired me, however, and I will persevere. My sweater and I will see you at the Arctic Challenge!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
So I'm going to have cheesy retro reindeer marching around my head. The question is, on a dark green hat, should they be dark pink reindeer with white hooves and antlers? Light pink reindeer with dark pink hooves and antlers? White reindeer? Pretty much any combination appeals to me, so I need help. Opinions, anyone?
p.s. the chart comes from my beloved 1000 Great Knitting Motifs. Fantastic if you're interested in colorwork.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
No finished Jays photo yet, but check out the ones on Ramona's and Scout's blogs. Nine pairs of Jaywalkers on nine freezing cold women! Good times!
Monday, February 20, 2006
Sunday, February 19, 2006
I got to the toe of my second Jaywalker last night! I'll do the toe at work today (on break, that is. I swear!) and hopefully have an FO photo to show off tonight.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Top 50 books from whatshouldireadnext.com - copy it, bold what you've read, italicize what you plan to read. And if I haven't marked something that you think is a great read, let me know!
The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee *First read when I was 10; at least once a year since then. Love the movie too. Cartoon hearts and flowers surround me when I think of Gregory Peck.
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling *I am anti-Harry Potter, now and forever*
Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story - George Orwell
Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen *Total sucker for Austen.
1984 - George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling *Yeah.
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut *I read Cat's Cradle for a philosophy class. I've never rolled my eyes quite so often.
Angels and Demons - Dan Brown
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk *Most kickass author ever. Sent my friend, who is a huge fan, a beaded necklace that spelled her name.
Neuromancer - William Gibson
Cryptonomicon - Neal Stephenson
The Secret History - Donna Tartt
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
Ender's Game - Orson Scott Card
Snow Crash - Neal Stephenson
A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving *see above, "Kurt Vonnegut"
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides *I loved The Virgin Suicides
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens - Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman
Atonement - Ian McEwan
The Shadow Of The Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway *Hate. Hate. Hate. Hemingway. The Old Misogynist and the Sea is what it should be called. Oh yeah, and A Farewell to Adjectives.
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
So this list makes me out to be not such a big reader. It's partly because I have such strong opinions on several of the authors, and partly because I hate, loathe, despise, and abominate sci-fi/fantasy. (What's that? Our hero is in a predicament? Ah, but he has his magical and/or super-technologically advanced Predicament Eliminator! Ta-da!: problem solved.) Anyway, some favorites who didn't get a mention are Margaret Drabble, Anne Tyler, E. M. Forster, Patrick O'Brien (more hearts and flowers: Russell Crowe!), Tracy Chevalier, and Julia Alvarez. And Elizabeth Peters and Elizabeth George for my good ol' brain-candy, mysteries. Further favorites posted as they occur to me.
Friday, February 17, 2006
I love, love, love my days off. Today is devoted to hair cutting and knitting. As soon as I got home from the haircut, I took some pics to send to family and far-away friends, and naturally couldn't help photoshopping it up a little bit, because... well, why not?
I think in the purple picture I kind of look like I'm telling the principal I will never, no, never do that again. Really.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
- Regarding knit blog snark--I was once talking to someone about how I don't see the point of gambling. It's not just that casinos are loud and have too many blinking lights and ringing, jangling noises, but no windows nor clocks, it's that it just seems like throwing money away. (My mom is a mathematician so I've been lectured and dosed endlessly on probability--did you know that every time C-3PO mentions "the odds" he says the ratio backwards of the way he means it?--until gambling seems almost sinfully stupid.) And then it was pointed out to me that I have a lot of expensive hobbies that other people don't see the point of--knitting, snowboarding, road trips, reading (no libraries for me, I buy books because I don't like to give them back), and of course, my superspendy, superfast internet connection. And my reaction wasn't, "yes, but those are my stupid hobbies!" It was more like, "Ahhh, so they're enjoying it. Now I understand." So you don't enjoy blogging or blog reading? Don't do it. I don't gamble.
- Ah, so now that snowboarding is bringing in gold medals by the truckload, suddenly we're no longer baggy-pantsed hoodlums scraping all the snow off the mountain? Well, it's still not typically Olympic. Patronize much? I just watched mega-tool Bob Costas interview Seth Wescott, and the mega-tool asked if Seth thought his medal and the media attention would increase the popularity of boardercross. (At the Olympics it's called snowboardcross because boardercross is a registered trademark. Whatevs.) Clearly I speak only for myself, but I don't think increasing popularity is necessarily a priority of the sport. Any sport. Progression within the sport, yes; getting on TV, no. (Or at least, not necessarily--pros have to make a living somehow.) I don't think any of the sidelined sports, the ones you see on TV only during the Olympics, would benefit from becoming the New Football. Once you're in it for the money, the love of the game recedes, and I have a lot more respect for athletes in less-popular sports whose "pointless" pursuit of improvement brings them neither (much) money nor (much) fame.
- Imagine if you were in the sport of knitting for the money and the fame. Oh yeah!
To sum up--I think whether something has a point or whether it offers some measurable gain are irrelevant to its worth, when that something is enjoyable. Do things you enjoy & leave other people alone.
Oh, and some knitting notes--I'm still on the gusset decreases on my second Jaywalker, and I am 12 inches (a whole foot baby!) into my Hourglass Sweater.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
In any case, I got a delicious heart-shaped lollipop from Amy at Stitch n Bitch, an email from my other friend Amy directing me here, and I-love-yous from my parents and sister, who are the ones who really count. In fact, I have a package waiting for me at my building's management office, which just may be the traditional chocolates from good ol' Dad. Score!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Look at it. I tried to take a pic of my Knitting Olympics WIP by the TV a la Carole, but instead of Mason Aguirre in the halfpipe, it's like a glowing portal to the next dimension. If you put your ear really close to your speaker right now, you can hear it whisper. I don't recommend that, because it may entrap you in some kind of "The Ring"-like death pact.
My day was ruined about 5 minutes after I got up, as I was sipping my coffee and checking my email. I got an email with the subject line "Shaun White wins gold!" which totally blew my plans of taping the men's halfpipe (broadcast during my work hours), avoiding all media all day long, and being amazed and delighted when my favorite, super-styley Danny Kass, won. Well, whatever, I'll still enjoy watching the tape, and seeing Danny get... silver. Again.
And by the way, I have NEVER heard anyone but ESPN reporters (i.e. middle-aged dorks looking for a gimmick) refer to the Almighty Hype Machine that is Shaun White as "the Flying Tomato." So it's not what "the kids" call him. It's what "the media" calls him.
Friday, February 10, 2006
9. the spinning Ferrari. Like whoa.
8. the speech by the mayor of Torino. "Benvenutti! Benvenutti a tutti!" Is there any language more charming than Italian? (Note: I totally don't know if what I just quoted is right, but that's what it sounded like. So if I'm wrong, I join the moron club too.)
7. seeing Sophia Lauren looking fabulous at age 71. If I had style, she would be my style icon.
6. catching glimpses of Danny Kass, my favorite for the men's halfpipe, among all the (excessive, IMO) coverage of Shaun White and Bode Miller; and of Hannah Teter, my favorite for the women's halfpipe, among all the excessive coverage of the men
5. the totally weird 70s and 80s American pop playing during the parade of nations, or whatever it's called when all the athletes come in, and wishing I were an Olympic athlete so I could parade in doing the Hustle
4. secretly rooting for all the nations that only sent one athlete. Way to go, dude!
3. those heat packs that stick to your back. Okay, not technically Olympics-related, but the heat felt good after a day of snowboarding and I wasn't tethered to the wall with a heating-pad cord. Thanks, skin-friendly glue industry!
2. getting to the waist decreases in my hourglass sweater, NOT twisted this time. Score!
1. Pavarotti. Turandot. WOW.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
p.s. finally made it to VW to get my metal dpns for my jaywalkers. Oh, SO much better! Was also tempted to buy another skein of sock yarn to start a second pair, but managed to control myself.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
EDIT: I also finally figured out how to add links in the sidebar, so if you'd like to be included and you're not, let me know!
Finally! I finished my first Jaywalker.
After some minor heartbreak at the toe--I tried to three-needle bind-off from a stitch-holder, the other side of which got in the way and caused me to drop four stitches, at which point I almost burst into tears, which made me realize how tired I was (note to self, if you're too tired to fix a mistake then you're too tired to knit) and had to pick up the stitches any old way and go to bed and put off the fixing for another day--I finally got my shizz together today and bound it off. I'm going to keep it in my knitting bag so that if I get discouraged or bored while working on the second, I can pull it out and admire it and re-invigorate my socks drive. (I'm SO the first person to make that joke, I know.) I also think I may jump on the metal-needle train like some of my fellow Albuquerque Stitch n Bitchers (go on, MAKE me stop saying it!), since the bamboo ones shed a few splinters into my yarn, which I did not appreciate. I cast on for the second one already and hope to get at least the ribbing done today before I switch to working on the cabled purse I'm making my friend Amy for her birthday (which was, um, last weekend. Oops). Or maybe, you know, leave the house and be with other people. Whatevs.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I'm thinking before I cast on for my next Jaywalker, I'll cast on for the Hourglass Sweater from Last Minute Knitted Gifts so I have a big project to work on at home for when I'm sick of working on my nice portable sock.
I completely lost my voice at work today. After I drank some orange juice and rested my throat for a while, I was able to tell my coworker about the time I had a cold and was hoarse from the coughing, and a guy said to me, "Whoa, your voice sounds really sexy today," and I replied, "Well, if you like this, you should hear me cough up phlegm." Woo! That never stops being funny to me.