Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Thank You Ms. Patella.

Even though we called you "The Kneecap" all through Senior English, and made fun of your polyester pants suits matched ever so carefully to your eyeshadow, you taught us well.

Master!
You are a MASTER of the English language!


Huzzah. While your English is not exactly
perfect, you are still more grammatically
correct than just about every American. Others
admire the way you speak and could learn a lot
from listening to you. Still, there is always
room for improvement...


How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key)
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Sunday, July 24, 2005

Another New Project

Because I haven't started enough of them lately...I bought some Den-M-Knit off Elann (color=Dark Indigo) since I can't control myself, and I love me some Rowan, I also bought Denim People. I started Picot, which can be seen on the woman below.
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I've heard some mumbling and unfavorable reviews of this year in the netiverse, and I'll have to disagree. Suprising, considering I hate cotton!! But there it is. It's comfortable, I'm sure it will be durable as all hell, and it's just cool to make clothes out of indigo dyed cotton. My swatch did bleed rather enthusiastically, and my needles are already blue one ball in (*and that cast on's a BITCH*) but such is the price we pay. Off to 1) try to get some pictures, and 2) Search for a knit along to keep me motivated...

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

An Unusual Aside

Most people that know me in every day life would probably be pretty suprised that I tend to refrain from social & political discourse on this blog- I am a person of strongly held opinions. But that's never been the purpose for this site, and I think people expect that they will see knitting content- mostly they do. However, today a friend sent me a link to a website called We're Not Afraid. It was created in response to the recent bombings in London and I am prtty impressed with the message. You'll see a new button over there, that-a-way --->

I couldn't always post this button. I wasn't as directly influenced by the September 11, 2001 events as some people- I didn't loose anyone personally. But I was more connected than most of the people I was around at the time and it was very isolating for me. I grew up in the shadow of NYC, and could see the skyline from my bedroom window. Like a lot of kids in my hometown, one of my parents worked in Manhattan. My dad, in my case, worked for an insurance company all his life, in midtown. His mother worked there before him. My fifth grade class trip (it was our "graduation" trip- in our town 6th grade is midddle school) was to the top of the WTC towers. My favorite place on the ENTIRE PLANET is the New York Museum of Natural History (yes I am still a science geek :) ) and I spent most of high school sneaking into the city with & without permission for one reason or another. A city the size of New York creates it's own gravity, shared vocabulary ("the city" means Manhattan ONLY), common experiences. It was part of my life, and I grew up with it.

I also grew up suburban middle class and travelled once to Canada. I went to college, a large state university, where I was indoctrinated into the -isms that go along with multiculturalism. It was as natural as breathing to a kid from North Jersey, where you were the minority if you weren't Puerto Rican or Italian. When you grew up 8 blocks from Paterson, a town that still hadn't really recovered from the race riots of the late 60s. My world-view was artifically broadened by my education, but that was unusual for our town & area. People with money owned Plumbing Businesses and lived on the hill. I spoke what halting Spanish I learned in high school, and the Italian I picked up from friends' parents. I was sheltered. I felt safe, I felt carefree, I felt like a citizen of my town, maybe NJ, possibly the US, but certainly not the world.

I got married in July 2001, and moved in late August to San Diego, CA. Then 9/11 happened. As I said before, I was lucky enough not to loose anyone personally, but my hometown & the area I grew up in was in shock. The first edition of my alumni newsletter came with a list of dead. My hometown newspaper, 14 pages for a busy week, mourned the area dead. Parents of aquiantances, people a few years ahead of me in high school I recognized by name only, people my father used to work with that I never met but had heard about for years. A family friend who was a PAPD Officer lost count of funerals he went to. And I was in San Diego. The grad students in the program kept asking me "aren't you glad you are out here?" The idea was ludicrous, I WANTED TO GO HOME. I had fantasies about handing out cups of water at Ground Zero, I carried my best friend from high school's picture with me 24-7 (he's a fire fighter in a town close to the city.) Nothing and no one around me seemed to care, after that morning. Campus never closed for the day.

After a few weeks, mourning over the event seemed to be strictly controlled by the far right, politically. You said "God Bless America," (translated as "Jesus bless the temporary magnet on my SUV") and prayed for the troops. What you were supposed to do as an atheist from Jersey, who knows... What I did was drop off into a depression that was an echo of what happened after my mother died. I couldn't sleep. We lived 3 miles from Miramar and Camp Pendleton, and every flyover (and there were a lot of them) sent me into panic attacks. I quit grad school and eventually got some treatment. I got a job, and found my way back. My poor husband got the worse before the better, but he never wavered. Four years later, we live one town over from where we grew up. The NY skyline still looks funny. But life went on, and I am happy and so is he.

My heart goes out to the people of the UK. So many of them will be influenced by these events and not know what to do. I hope it is easier for them than it was for me. But after all this time, there is one thing I know for sure. I will NOT allow anyone to make me afraid. I will not look differently at the person next to me on the plane. I will not stop living, and laughing and loving. I refuse to give a single second of time for people who think their cause, whatever it may be, is worth killing people over. Life is too short to allow anyone with those methods a platform.

Monday, July 18, 2005

All that Prodigal Crap Aside...

I'm back. Crazy busy, but back. Many photos, some FO's, some new projects, it's all happening. First, the Baby Dragon Hoodie that is for my plant manager. Actually, it is for her baby, which I now discover is actually TWINS!!! I'm not making another Dragon Hoodie, (it's not the pattern, which rules, as everything Marnie MacLean does seems to, but me, as I HATE instarsia.) I had hoped that this project might teach me to learn to love weaving in ends, and other intarsia oddities. But no. Fair Isle=OK. Intarsia=Icky. Ah well... Said ends:

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It is Lamb's Pride in Limeade and some other color I lost the ball band to ages ago. The back, with it's uber-cute "backbone" crocheted on...

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And the Front, without the zipper. I am considering not adding the zipper. 1) I am sick of this project and 2) They live in Charlotte, NC. It is hot there, even in October.

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I've also purchased this, which will become Rogue #2 for me. It is Peruvian Highland Wool from Elann, in blueberry (which I have been referring to since high school as "school-color-blue." It's been 11 years. I can almost face the color again LOL.)

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I've already done one, loved the pattern. But it came out too small because I did not measure myself and underestimated the liklihood of my ability to remain alive in Arctic waters. In any case, it is now property of my old college roommate, who is married to my best friend from high school. We really aren't close enough to make her a sweater, but she's a seamstress, and it might help to thaw the waters a bit. Anyway. Also for me, because I am a glutton...

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That's the beginning of Mariah, in Knitpicks Wool of the Andes Mist, which is steel grey. The photo's actually not bad color-wise. I'm liking the pattern so far, no changes.

Last but not least, since I promised FO's, here is the completed Shapely Tank. Also a great pattern. Done in Noro Shinano. Yes, I know it's an odd yarn choice for a tank top. But This yarn could not decide what to become and now that it is something, it will stay :) Ball or two left, though, so no idea what to do with the rest. Ah well...

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