Okay, funsters, here is the rest of the update, now that I've got some internet time on my card again!
You got the surf update. The rest of Noosa proved to be quite a learning experience. This experience came in the form of the other people I was staying with. If you are looking for Americans in Australia, go to Noosa. That's where they're hiding. In one hostel, split among two rooms, were six Americans: myself, two girls from California, one girl from St. Louis, one girl from New York, and a guy from Maine. It was hanging out with them that I learned a few things about travelling. First, I learned that I am very glad I am travelling alone. The times that we all went out together, we tended to hang about as a group and talk about American things--the news in the States, our respective lives back home, etc. When I struck out from the group and did my own thing, I was much more likely to engage with the locals. And every time I went out on my own (say, to dinner) I received an invitation to share a table, or share a drink with a crowd. I met lots of very lovely people doing that, and learned about how life is outside of my own little bubble. (A lot of similarities, and some differences, too).
Second, I learned that many other people are REALLY crazy. A lot of the Americans (one in particular) claimed that they came to Australia to find answers. To what, they didn't know. All they knew was that they were going to do all sorts of things (one day of surfing, one day of hiking, one day of meditating in the mountains), in the search for these answers. I'm not sure how they were paying for this operation, as they didn't have a working holiday visa, and were there for several months, but that wasn't my business. They seemed shocked that, after my tale of how I got there, that I wasn't searching for answers of my own, but rather, just here to enjoy life and all it has to offer. The statement "I did my soul searching, already, thanks," just mystified that crowd. I didn't have time to help them find answers to questions they hadn't defined, so I didn't hang around that crowd a whole lot.
That was Noosa.
On to Sydney!
Sydney is a very charming city. It's big-huge, really, when traversed on foot and bus, and four days isn't nearly enough time to see it all. I spent the first evening getting to my lodgings--by the time I got plane and train sorted, it was rush hour, and getting dark quickly, and ended up walking from Central Station out to Glebe. This wouldn't be a bad walk if it were just a ramble, as it's only 3 or 4 km. However, this distance became huge when loaded down with 50 lbs. worth of stuff and sporting two blisters (earned in Noosa). I was not a happy girl by the time I arrived, and so I just stayed in and vegetated the first night. The first full day in Sydney (Tues), I decided to strike out and aquire opera tickets and wander around the city and see what it had to show me. I successfully navigated the bus system, and stumbled upon Hyde Park Barracks, a museum dedicated to the history of the City and the different roles the building had played over the years since its construction: convict barracks, legislative building, and records storage. It also documented the archaeology and restoration of the building to its' present museum state. I wandered around the courtyard, and stumbled upon a group of schoolchildren in a tour group, learning about how the earliest settlers lived..and the were all wearing slop shirts (1860s cut--history dork!) and making bricks out of wet sand. The difference between what these children were doing and activities that you would have schoolchildren do in the States was astounding. (For the record for the Aussies reading this, it would depend on the site, but would likely be some sort of farming activity, though the convict colonies were S. Carolina and Georgia, so they might be making bricks there) Then again, you might find something equally eye-opening at a Civil-war era site that didn't apologize for slavery. Tough to say. At any rate, the museum was interesting, aside from the choice to include mummified rats in the displays (I understand they made a mess of the building and made the lives of the occupants hell, but do you really have to include the mummies?)
From there, I wandered up and found the Opera. I went up to the window to get my ticket, and was quietly informed that if I bought a backstage tour of the opera for $35 (which I wasn't going to do, despite being mildly interested), I could get any ticket for that night's show for $50. For reference, the cheapest seats for the opera started at about $100, and after Noosa, I was looking for a deal! I dashed over and got my tour ticket, then came back and scored a seat in the stalls that normally ran for $198 for a mere $50. Woohoo for that! And I got a very interesting tour of the Opera to boot. I was glad I did it, in the end. It went into the details of construction of the opera, and took us through all the different concert spaces. In addition, we got to wander in and listen to the Sydney Symphony Orchestra rehearse (Sans-Saens cello concerto) for a few minutes. It was really cool stuff. There was another tour that took you all through the backstage, but it was only once a day, starting at 7am, so no luck there. While on the tour, I ran into a couple other tourists (a comedian from Los Angeles and a tourist from Germany) and we ended up wandering around together for the tour and having lunch afterward. It was quite pleasant.
After all that, it was time to return home, clean up, and get back for a 7:30 show. I wore my cute new Fluevogs, along with a really great dress I got at Kohls (great because its a wrinkle-free jersey). While sipping champagne and watching the lights from the ships move about the harbor before the show (It was the Sydney Opera, how could you not??), I was chatted up by two little old ladies who commented that they loved my shoes. They came to the opera often, because they loved the music and loved watching all the people. There's no dress code at the Opera there, so it provided ample opportunity for "what on earth are they wearing?" moments. :) You could see everything from formals to converse sneakers and jeans. One of the ladies runs a bed and breakfast three doors down from the hostel I'm staying in.
The opera itself was wonderful. It was just the way opera should be: beautiful music, beautiful singing, decent costumes (Fidelio is set in an 18th C. Spanish prison, there's not much room for pretty), and HORRIBLE acting to match the overdone story arc and absolutely over-the-top lyrics. I'll definitely seek out some opera in Raleigh.
After the show, I was hungry, and wandered into the only shop serving that late (10:30pm). It was a Guylian Chocolate shop, and I thought "I'm on vacation, why the hell not?" and ordered myself an incredibly decadant dessert for dinner. And another glass of champagne to go with it. While waiting for my death-by-chocolate dinner to arrive, I was invited to share a table with three very charming women: Imalayah, from Sydney, her friend (name???) visiting from the Phillipines, and her friend's aunt Tess, who also lives in town. Within minutes we were laughing like we'd known each other all our lives. One of the lovely serendipitous moments that could only happen because I was travelling alone...
Today was a trip to Bondi beach, to see the place where all the Beautiful People play. It was cool and windy, and the water was pretty cold (I checked with my toes), but the surfers were still out in full force, and they looked to be having a pretty good time. I'd seen pictures of the place on Christmas day, when every square inch of sand is covered by people with their coolers and inflatable Christmas Trees (I could do Christmas like that), but the beach was much more empty today. I was surprised by how small the beach was--maybe 100 yards long, and surrounded by a rock outcroppings upon which townhouses perched. What it must be like to live that close to the ocean, far enough south that you can live reasonably certain that you won't be blown away by a hurricane/typhoon? Seems amazing to me.
At any rate, I'm out of time (again), having spent the entire hour writing this, so I shall return in a couple of days for another update!
Up next: the rest of the day at Bondi, and a daytrip out to the Blue Mountains. Then on to Tassie!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sheet in ze boosh
Well, that was the words of Stefan, the French surf instructor...that to surf well, one needs to look like they are "taking a sheet in ze boosh, not ze Eiffel Tower" This wasn't my problem with surfing. I had lots of other problems! The last two days were really instructive, and it was good, because the waves got progressively harder as the time wore on (nature's doing, not the school's)...I got up once or twice, but in general just struggled. Surfing, I have decided, is REALLY HARD. It didn't help that I am a switchfoot, it seems--I surf equally poorly with both my right and left foot out front. Sort of like trying to bat right or left handed...I was switching back and forth. I'm not really surprised that I was doing this, as I do it for lots of other sports (tennis, bowling, etc), and so I knew that it would probably be frustrating (if I let myself be frustrated)...but I didn't care. I was out, having fun playing in the ocean, so all was well. But my instructor got a bit frustrated, because he couldn't figure out what was making me so horrible at the whole thing. In the end, though, I think I'd like to try surfing again...I suppose I'll have to head out to the Carolina coast when I get back.
Noosa in general: I heard (once I got there) that iwas one of the top three most expensive streets in Australia. I believe that...Sydney is cheaper! One can dine on The Rocks (bayside views of the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge) for the same price or a little less than what is found in Noosa. It's insane.
Well, the Internet cafe tells me I'm out of time. I have lots more to say, but it'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
Bec, signing off
Noosa in general: I heard (once I got there) that iwas one of the top three most expensive streets in Australia. I believe that...Sydney is cheaper! One can dine on The Rocks (bayside views of the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge) for the same price or a little less than what is found in Noosa. It's insane.
Well, the Internet cafe tells me I'm out of time. I have lots more to say, but it'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
Bec, signing off
Friday, August 14, 2009
Australian Trip Update 1
Well, here's the first update from Aus.
The plane ride was very, very long. I was sort of successful in my attempt to sleep all day in an effort to ward off jetlag. I slept on both legs across to LA, and woke up feeling pretty alert and awake, but grungy. I had 5 hours to kill in LA, and spent the better part of them looking for a shower so I could clean up and change into the sweats I had brought for the long flight (I thought wearing pyjamas on the plane might be a bit much...). This turned up as a fail, with everyone telling me "sorry, there's no showers available at the airport." *sigh* So instead, I spent 5 hours pacing the terminal, as there wasn't anything interesting to look at. Also, if any of you are looking to make money somewhere, may I recommend opening up a yoga space in the airport? That would be awesome, and it's something I'd definitely pay to use!
Flying on the huge jet was interesting. I sat behind the wing, which is fun for me, as I like looking at what the wings do (dork!). So I found it very interesting that it was so difficult to feel all the normal things one feels when flying--the wheels leaving the runway, the g-forces in your seat as you climb, the bumps from crossing layers of air..none of that came through that big jet. it was like flying in a plane padded by jell-o. At this point, it was midnight CA time, and I was feeling pretty tired. I managed to stay up through the dinner, and then watch one of the movies on offer--Mary and Max, which seemed particularly apropos. It was an Australian animated film that A-M worked on. :) I can't give a particularly good review of it here, as I was too tired to pay proper attention.
Brisbane was interesting. It seems to me the entire city is under construction. There was a lot going on near the hostel, and also a lot on the bus ride up to Noosa. I spend the day in Brisbane at the Lone Pine Koala Sancutary, this little wildlife sanctuary (that's half the price of the zoo...) that has all sorts of local animals. It worked out well as I was in a jet-lag-induced daze, and so nothing more was required of me than to stay awake, walk around, and look at the animals. I saw the world's most poisonous snake (with a pane of glass between me and him), and got to hold a koala (and get my pciture taken with her) and pet the kangaroos (who were being lazy and hanging out under the trees). The koala felt a bit like a sheep--he was wooly and and felt like a bit like a sheep. The kangaroos had wiry fur and felt like horses, but with longer hair.
I spent dinner at some local backpacker pub, and ended up finding myself entered into a pool competition after playing one good game (and winning) against a local guy. Now Patsy knows that I'm an inconsistent pool player at best...and lost the next match by a long shot. It was pretty pitiful. Ah well, such is life.
The next day (friday), I took the bus up to Noosa. It's about ~100 km northwest of Brisbane, and is this cute little resort town. Even in winter, it's exorbitantly expensive, so I'm not sure how much shopping I'm going to do. I found an adorable dress at an Indian import shop, but they want $100 for it. It's cute, but I don't think it's that cute. Even if I could wear it every day (it's looks exotic, but not "costumey", so I could wear it to work). I wandered about the beach, took a nap, and then went back to get ready for the surf lesson.
Surfing was a lot of fun, even if I spent most my time falling off my surfboard! We were given wetsuits, so it was chilly getting in, but once I was in there and moving around, I was just fine. I struggled with getting up to a standing position, and did more falling off when I was half-way there than anything else. I think I was thinking about it too much, and the way that we were being taught to stand wasn't working so well with the way my center of balance works. I talked to the instructor about that a bit after a break, and was shown 2 or 3 alternative methods. I tried one of those, and while I still fell off, I had much more control until the last second when I fell. I finally picked my wave, got going, and stood up the very last time around. So the advertisements were right: guaranteed standing by your first lesson. *grin* I'm glad I have two more lessons, though, as I can now do something with it! I'm not too sore, either. My shoulders are a bit tired, but I'm not aching like I thought I would be. The swimming prior to coming helped a lot.
Today, I'm headed out to Eumundi, the next town over (10 min. bus ride), to go to the open-air market, and then will head back for another surf lesson. I think I'll spend the rest of the afternoon then hiking through the national forest that's next door to the hostel. It's nice that everything close!
Have not been eaten by a shark, have not been hit by a car.
Next update: somewhere in Sydney!
The plane ride was very, very long. I was sort of successful in my attempt to sleep all day in an effort to ward off jetlag. I slept on both legs across to LA, and woke up feeling pretty alert and awake, but grungy. I had 5 hours to kill in LA, and spent the better part of them looking for a shower so I could clean up and change into the sweats I had brought for the long flight (I thought wearing pyjamas on the plane might be a bit much...). This turned up as a fail, with everyone telling me "sorry, there's no showers available at the airport." *sigh* So instead, I spent 5 hours pacing the terminal, as there wasn't anything interesting to look at. Also, if any of you are looking to make money somewhere, may I recommend opening up a yoga space in the airport? That would be awesome, and it's something I'd definitely pay to use!
Flying on the huge jet was interesting. I sat behind the wing, which is fun for me, as I like looking at what the wings do (dork!). So I found it very interesting that it was so difficult to feel all the normal things one feels when flying--the wheels leaving the runway, the g-forces in your seat as you climb, the bumps from crossing layers of air..none of that came through that big jet. it was like flying in a plane padded by jell-o. At this point, it was midnight CA time, and I was feeling pretty tired. I managed to stay up through the dinner, and then watch one of the movies on offer--Mary and Max, which seemed particularly apropos. It was an Australian animated film that A-M worked on. :) I can't give a particularly good review of it here, as I was too tired to pay proper attention.
Brisbane was interesting. It seems to me the entire city is under construction. There was a lot going on near the hostel, and also a lot on the bus ride up to Noosa. I spend the day in Brisbane at the Lone Pine Koala Sancutary, this little wildlife sanctuary (that's half the price of the zoo...) that has all sorts of local animals. It worked out well as I was in a jet-lag-induced daze, and so nothing more was required of me than to stay awake, walk around, and look at the animals. I saw the world's most poisonous snake (with a pane of glass between me and him), and got to hold a koala (and get my pciture taken with her) and pet the kangaroos (who were being lazy and hanging out under the trees). The koala felt a bit like a sheep--he was wooly and and felt like a bit like a sheep. The kangaroos had wiry fur and felt like horses, but with longer hair.
I spent dinner at some local backpacker pub, and ended up finding myself entered into a pool competition after playing one good game (and winning) against a local guy. Now Patsy knows that I'm an inconsistent pool player at best...and lost the next match by a long shot. It was pretty pitiful. Ah well, such is life.
The next day (friday), I took the bus up to Noosa. It's about ~100 km northwest of Brisbane, and is this cute little resort town. Even in winter, it's exorbitantly expensive, so I'm not sure how much shopping I'm going to do. I found an adorable dress at an Indian import shop, but they want $100 for it. It's cute, but I don't think it's that cute. Even if I could wear it every day (it's looks exotic, but not "costumey", so I could wear it to work). I wandered about the beach, took a nap, and then went back to get ready for the surf lesson.
Surfing was a lot of fun, even if I spent most my time falling off my surfboard! We were given wetsuits, so it was chilly getting in, but once I was in there and moving around, I was just fine. I struggled with getting up to a standing position, and did more falling off when I was half-way there than anything else. I think I was thinking about it too much, and the way that we were being taught to stand wasn't working so well with the way my center of balance works. I talked to the instructor about that a bit after a break, and was shown 2 or 3 alternative methods. I tried one of those, and while I still fell off, I had much more control until the last second when I fell. I finally picked my wave, got going, and stood up the very last time around. So the advertisements were right: guaranteed standing by your first lesson. *grin* I'm glad I have two more lessons, though, as I can now do something with it! I'm not too sore, either. My shoulders are a bit tired, but I'm not aching like I thought I would be. The swimming prior to coming helped a lot.
Today, I'm headed out to Eumundi, the next town over (10 min. bus ride), to go to the open-air market, and then will head back for another surf lesson. I think I'll spend the rest of the afternoon then hiking through the national forest that's next door to the hostel. It's nice that everything close!
Have not been eaten by a shark, have not been hit by a car.
Next update: somewhere in Sydney!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Ain't nothing like the last minute
Hey everyone, so I'm keeping this short, because I'm leaving in 12 hours and I'm still not done packing and, well, an update is low on the priority list. I know you procrastinators would say that I have oodles of time. It'll all get done...but a headache is starting to set in, thanks to the combination of no sleep and caffiene from the past couple of days. Sleep may win. I'll fight back with a couple of movies and some sudoku.
Anyway, this is where updates will be posted. I'll try and get to it every few days, whenever I have a bit of time that needs killing. I'll post pictures as I am able, but I'm not making any promises.
See y'all in September!
Anyway, this is where updates will be posted. I'll try and get to it every few days, whenever I have a bit of time that needs killing. I'll post pictures as I am able, but I'm not making any promises.
See y'all in September!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Some of what I've been doing
Poor blog. You are so neglected. The primary reason for this is because I have been out doing things and living life, rather than writing about it. So, what has been filling my days? Hopefully in the next few I can show what I've been up to lately.
First, in the crafting realm. I have been asked to do a very interesting craft project. The story goes something like this: Once upon a time, my friend Ann caught me in a moment of weakness with regards to a central park hoodie (CPH III on ravelry, for those who care about the details). As she was sporting her new sweater atone of her studio homes, co-worker Scott inquired about my ability to develop patterns from scratch. My ability? Just fine, thanks. I was asked then if I would be able to create one of these:
Now, I've done some pattern drafting here in NC, but nothing like what I was doing in Texas. Haven't had the time, the space, the energy, or frankly, the need to develop anything. So this is a very welcome challenge. Spaceman MINI (that's his name) truly is mini--he stands about 3 inches. The mini I'm creating currently stands at 15 inches. That's what...400 times bigger? After discussions about colors and materials, I laid my hands on some fleece, pulled my muslin out of storage,and have set to work making a mock up. The results so far have been..interesting. Something of a disaster, I'm afraid. I actually hesitate to post this on the internet. Then again, maybe it's for the best, as it will dispel some myths from some of you about things springing forth fully formed from my fingers!
At any rate, the biggest challenge is his face. The embroidery part will be interesting enough on its own. I'm going for "Silk and Ivory" needlepoint thread for that. Gorgeous from my perspective, and, in my imagination, fully capturing the character--Scott's requirement! But the edge of his space suit, the fact that it's recessed, is proving to be a very interesting structural challenge. After a lot of thought, I came up with the idea of building a triangle-wedge-donut around his face. See the angle? If that's the hypotenuse of a triangle, then dropping down a piece of scrap fabric vertically around the outermost edge, and extending the plane of the face horizontally would make a triangle inside him, that I could fill independently and keep that shape. So the theory went. Not so much...well, here's the results:
Looking all flat and innocent. I wasn't thrilled with my skill at aligning the face to the grey part to the body..but was willing to let it go for the time.
Frankly, I think the poor guy looks like a giant tooth. The white doesn't help. This, I think, can officially be termed a design fail. The likes of which I haven't done in a long time. Like I said, I feel bad sharing this one with the world, and frankly, I hope the intended recipient doesn't think any less of my skills for this one! Ha! As a matter of fact, this one was the second attempt. The first one went straight into the trash--I must have been tired, or overly arrogant, because the first results were so bad I had to simply throw them away without a second glance.
So what's next for the MINI? Well, I have another design in my head, which I didn't really want to do because it will be more complex and difficult to assemble, but I'm fairly certain I'll get a decent result out of it. I'm going to extend the plane of the face (and the fabric it rests on) out to the side seams, and then build the front half of him outward from that. The challenges include having three pieces of fabric along the side seams (rather than just two), and turning is from wrong-side out to right side out, as well as attaching the grey part of his suit to the face. My ideal situation is to use a zig-zag stitch to get the black lines, but it's also a fairly heavy stitch. And a bitch to rip out. So, on the real thing, if I make the tiniest error, I'm utterly screwed, because I'll have heavy-duty zig zag sitting right next to a hand-embroidered face. I'm terrified of having to rip that seam back--I don't think the face would survive itvery well at all, and it'll take hours just on its own. Oh, and I'm going to try to stiffen the grey portion with glue-soaked gauze. Because it's not complicated enough yet.
The glue is finally dry, and I'll attempt the mock-up tonight. Wish me luck!
ETA: for those of you who want to see Scott's other artwork, you can go see his blog here.
First, in the crafting realm. I have been asked to do a very interesting craft project. The story goes something like this: Once upon a time, my friend Ann caught me in a moment of weakness with regards to a central park hoodie (CPH III on ravelry, for those who care about the details). As she was sporting her new sweater atone of her studio homes, co-worker Scott inquired about my ability to develop patterns from scratch. My ability? Just fine, thanks. I was asked then if I would be able to create one of these:
Now, I've done some pattern drafting here in NC, but nothing like what I was doing in Texas. Haven't had the time, the space, the energy, or frankly, the need to develop anything. So this is a very welcome challenge. Spaceman MINI (that's his name) truly is mini--he stands about 3 inches. The mini I'm creating currently stands at 15 inches. That's what...400 times bigger? After discussions about colors and materials, I laid my hands on some fleece, pulled my muslin out of storage,and have set to work making a mock up. The results so far have been..interesting. Something of a disaster, I'm afraid. I actually hesitate to post this on the internet. Then again, maybe it's for the best, as it will dispel some myths from some of you about things springing forth fully formed from my fingers!
At any rate, the biggest challenge is his face. The embroidery part will be interesting enough on its own. I'm going for "Silk and Ivory" needlepoint thread for that. Gorgeous from my perspective, and, in my imagination, fully capturing the character--Scott's requirement! But the edge of his space suit, the fact that it's recessed, is proving to be a very interesting structural challenge. After a lot of thought, I came up with the idea of building a triangle-wedge-donut around his face. See the angle? If that's the hypotenuse of a triangle, then dropping down a piece of scrap fabric vertically around the outermost edge, and extending the plane of the face horizontally would make a triangle inside him, that I could fill independently and keep that shape. So the theory went. Not so much...well, here's the results:
Looking all flat and innocent. I wasn't thrilled with my skill at aligning the face to the grey part to the body..but was willing to let it go for the time.
Frankly, I think the poor guy looks like a giant tooth. The white doesn't help. This, I think, can officially be termed a design fail. The likes of which I haven't done in a long time. Like I said, I feel bad sharing this one with the world, and frankly, I hope the intended recipient doesn't think any less of my skills for this one! Ha! As a matter of fact, this one was the second attempt. The first one went straight into the trash--I must have been tired, or overly arrogant, because the first results were so bad I had to simply throw them away without a second glance.
So what's next for the MINI? Well, I have another design in my head, which I didn't really want to do because it will be more complex and difficult to assemble, but I'm fairly certain I'll get a decent result out of it. I'm going to extend the plane of the face (and the fabric it rests on) out to the side seams, and then build the front half of him outward from that. The challenges include having three pieces of fabric along the side seams (rather than just two), and turning is from wrong-side out to right side out, as well as attaching the grey part of his suit to the face. My ideal situation is to use a zig-zag stitch to get the black lines, but it's also a fairly heavy stitch. And a bitch to rip out. So, on the real thing, if I make the tiniest error, I'm utterly screwed, because I'll have heavy-duty zig zag sitting right next to a hand-embroidered face. I'm terrified of having to rip that seam back--I don't think the face would survive it
The glue is finally dry, and I'll attempt the mock-up tonight. Wish me luck!
ETA: for those of you who want to see Scott's other artwork, you can go see his blog here.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Pretties
One of the casualties of the divorce was my creativity. About this time last year, I couldn't make anything for love nor money. I could knit, because, to me, knitting isn't all that creative (blasphemy, I know!)...not in the grand scheme of things. I could follow a pattern fairly easily, and with my only instruction being "make it fit", well, that doesn't require too much thought from me, usually.
The creativity is back, at long last. Yay!
Sewing, on the other hand, took something of a nosedive. Ironic, considering I was still paying for The Cadillac, but there it is. Sewing projects tend not to take as long as knitting projects, though, so if I get a yen to do so, I could potentially blast through the stash pretty quickly. I'll maintain that the reason I haven't posted anything is because I have busy doing things...and without further ado, the evidence!
First, a top. I bought the fabric (paid more money than I care to admit) in Asheville when Kat and I met up in November. The woman in the shop told me it was fiddly, but I had to have it-a sage green linen mesh. It was floaty, and draped like a dream on the sample. I ignored her statements about how difficult it was. I shouldn't have. If satan could inhabit two dimensions, this is what form he would take. This stuff is utterly hateful. It's worse than velvet. Does pretty have its limits?
Second: a bit of cuteness I whipped up this weekend for a co-worker who's having a baby. There's lots of other babies in my world right now (LOTS) who need niceness like this...and I intend to give them some! This one just got it first:
The creativity is back, at long last. Yay!
Sewing, on the other hand, took something of a nosedive. Ironic, considering I was still paying for The Cadillac, but there it is. Sewing projects tend not to take as long as knitting projects, though, so if I get a yen to do so, I could potentially blast through the stash pretty quickly. I'll maintain that the reason I haven't posted anything is because I have busy doing things...and without further ado, the evidence!
First, a top. I bought the fabric (paid more money than I care to admit) in Asheville when Kat and I met up in November. The woman in the shop told me it was fiddly, but I had to have it-a sage green linen mesh. It was floaty, and draped like a dream on the sample. I ignored her statements about how difficult it was. I shouldn't have. If satan could inhabit two dimensions, this is what form he would take. This stuff is utterly hateful. It's worse than velvet. Does pretty have its limits?Second: a bit of cuteness I whipped up this weekend for a co-worker who's having a baby. There's lots of other babies in my world right now (LOTS) who need niceness like this...and I intend to give them some! This one just got it first:
Friday, March 06, 2009
Long Story Short
Yes, I know I've been remiss in posting. What can I say? I tend to spend more time living life than writing about it. That and I write all day long--that's my job--so writing at night tends to take a back seat. It shouldn't, though.
Some good news, though. My last check from Robert came today. I've been spending some time in thought recently about what to do for myself to end the separation on a good note. What to do to celebrate my freedom from a rotten personal time. To celebrate the potential I see in myself for the future, even with all the nervous uncertainty in the newspapers today. To celebrate that I am looking forward to the future, I bought myself a fantastic summer vacation: Australia. If you've interacted with me on even a remotely regular basis, you know that I've been talking about this place for...oh, a year or more. There's lots of reasons for this choice...some of which I've shared and some I choose to keep to myself. Needless to say, I'm very excited. And I promise to do my best to not become one of those annoying travellers that updates everyone on every aspect for the sole purpose of making those around them jealous. But, for now, the answers to the basic questions:
1. August. (Yes, it's partially a birthday present to myself)
2. Yes, I can take the time (Yes, I love almost every part of my job, too.)
3. Yes, I'm going by myself.
4. No, I will not die.
5. Yes, I will meet some people there. Locals and fellow travellers alike.
6. It's cold and I will not be getting in water deeper than my ankles (just so I can say I did it), so sharks would have to be pretty desperate to eat me.
7. I'm more afraid of running out of photo cards than I am of any other disaster that might befall me. Brave? Maybe. Stupid? Probably.
8. Yes you can come, if you like. My accommodations will not be ending in "Hilton".
Hope all is well in cyberspace, and I hope also to post more frequently this spring. Hooray for daylight savings time!
Some good news, though. My last check from Robert came today. I've been spending some time in thought recently about what to do for myself to end the separation on a good note. What to do to celebrate my freedom from a rotten personal time. To celebrate the potential I see in myself for the future, even with all the nervous uncertainty in the newspapers today. To celebrate that I am looking forward to the future, I bought myself a fantastic summer vacation: Australia. If you've interacted with me on even a remotely regular basis, you know that I've been talking about this place for...oh, a year or more. There's lots of reasons for this choice...some of which I've shared and some I choose to keep to myself. Needless to say, I'm very excited. And I promise to do my best to not become one of those annoying travellers that updates everyone on every aspect for the sole purpose of making those around them jealous. But, for now, the answers to the basic questions:1. August. (Yes, it's partially a birthday present to myself)
2. Yes, I can take the time (Yes, I love almost every part of my job, too.)
3. Yes, I'm going by myself.
4. No, I will not die.
5. Yes, I will meet some people there. Locals and fellow travellers alike.
6. It's cold and I will not be getting in water deeper than my ankles (just so I can say I did it), so sharks would have to be pretty desperate to eat me.
7. I'm more afraid of running out of photo cards than I am of any other disaster that might befall me. Brave? Maybe. Stupid? Probably.
8. Yes you can come, if you like. My accommodations will not be ending in "Hilton".
Hope all is well in cyberspace, and I hope also to post more frequently this spring. Hooray for daylight savings time!
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Welcome 2009!
Whew....what a year! Though I will expound on this in other places, it seems like 2008's catch phrase should be "the agony and the ecstasy"...often at the same time! At any rate, I'm glad it's done. On to another year, a new plan, and the tools to accomplish it!
Somewhere along the way, I adopted the idea that the way I spent my New Year's Day was indicative of how the year was going to be. Maybe it had came about as an expansion on the idea that eating black eyed peas on NY Day brought good luck for the year, or perhaps I heard it from someone. At any rate, more than just the first opportunity to carry out resolutions, it strikes me as a somewhat auspicous day. To that end, here is how I've spent my day:
1. Crafting. Yes, it was needlepoint, which is not my primary mode of creation, but it's a project that has been languishing for a while and I sat down and just plugged through the part that was slow-going. Now all that's left isn't too fit-inducing. I do want to do more of that this year--get craft work done both for the sheer joy of it and for the reduction of stash.
2. Cooking: As opposed to eating out, which is how I took far too many meals in 2008. I want to cook more, and cook healthier. I know how, it's simply a matter of doing it. Once I finish with the peas, I'll have enough to last me quite a while!
3. Working out: well, this will happen as soon as I finish this post. I need to go. Badly. 'nuff said.
4. Knit night: I'm excited that most everyone decided to go ahead and keep to our schedule. I'll get some knit time AND time with friends, which, in the end, is far more important than the knitting. This rowdy crowd has lent tremendous support in 2008 and I look forward to hanging out with them in 2009. Don't believe knitters can be rowdy? Ask the Panera staff! ha!
Smaller, life maintenance things have been done, too...like laundry, but all in all a pretty good day!
Have a Happy New Year, everyone!
Somewhere along the way, I adopted the idea that the way I spent my New Year's Day was indicative of how the year was going to be. Maybe it had came about as an expansion on the idea that eating black eyed peas on NY Day brought good luck for the year, or perhaps I heard it from someone. At any rate, more than just the first opportunity to carry out resolutions, it strikes me as a somewhat auspicous day. To that end, here is how I've spent my day:
1. Crafting. Yes, it was needlepoint, which is not my primary mode of creation, but it's a project that has been languishing for a while and I sat down and just plugged through the part that was slow-going. Now all that's left isn't too fit-inducing. I do want to do more of that this year--get craft work done both for the sheer joy of it and for the reduction of stash.
2. Cooking: As opposed to eating out, which is how I took far too many meals in 2008. I want to cook more, and cook healthier. I know how, it's simply a matter of doing it. Once I finish with the peas, I'll have enough to last me quite a while!
3. Working out: well, this will happen as soon as I finish this post. I need to go. Badly. 'nuff said.
4. Knit night: I'm excited that most everyone decided to go ahead and keep to our schedule. I'll get some knit time AND time with friends, which, in the end, is far more important than the knitting. This rowdy crowd has lent tremendous support in 2008 and I look forward to hanging out with them in 2009. Don't believe knitters can be rowdy? Ask the Panera staff! ha!
Smaller, life maintenance things have been done, too...like laundry, but all in all a pretty good day!
Have a Happy New Year, everyone!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
She has left NC....
...and entered The Twilight Zone. Seriously, that was my first thought when I read this. The headline said "Limbaugh thinks Clinton a Brilliant Pick" or some such nonsense...I was going to fall out of my chair to learn that the man might have aquired a bit of decency. Rest assured, he's still a malicious jackass, so all is still (mostly) right with the world.
And this will be the last time I mention his name on this blog.
And this will be the last time I mention his name on this blog.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The best part of winter..
Is fruit stuff. This stuff doesn't have a name. Just "fruit stuff". There's nothing to it, really. Just oranges and grapefruit, cut up into a fruit salad, marinating in its own juice. This is really popular with the family. When we were all at home, we could go through about 80 pounds of fruit in a season between four people--40 lbs. each of grapefruit and oranges. This is a 5 lb. bag of grapefruit and approximately as much of oranges. I had 4 left over out of an 8 lb. bag.
The part that makes this great is Texas grapefruit from the Rio Valley. So sweet, so red, needs no sugar! A little more expensive here than the Florida grapefruit, but it's worth the extra cost to me to have something that truly tastes like home.
The part that makes this great is Texas grapefruit from the Rio Valley. So sweet, so red, needs no sugar! A little more expensive here than the Florida grapefruit, but it's worth the extra cost to me to have something that truly tastes like home.
Yum!
It's Christmas already!?
This one comes from F, and I haven't seen it before, so what the heck. Besides, according to the people who do marketing, Xmas started 3 weeks ago, and I'm officially late! ha!
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Yes. Usually gift bags come out if the gift is unusually shaped. Or if I'm feeling lazy. Or if I run out of a certain kind of paper. Or if I know I won't get the bag back in the end. I tend to recycle gift bags. I'm also one of those strange people who really likes to wrap presents, so I tend to try to make either as elaborate as I can.
2. Real tree or Artificial?
REAL. Smells better, looks better, feels better. I could go on a long rant about how they are actually better for the environment than the fake ones (and I can prove it), but I'll skip that here. And for God's sake don't buy the fake tree scent stuff!
3. When do you put up the tree?
I haven't put up a tree where I live in a while. When I was in MD 2 years ago, it was two days before because that's when I got there and I was the only one putting out effort on that front (notice a trend, anyone???). If I travel back to Texas, I tend not to bother with a tree, but I'll put up other things.
4. When do you take the tree down?
See above. The rest of the decorations usually come down the weekend/week after New Years.
5. Do you like Egg Nog?
Actually, no. And I even had the opportunity to try it with real unpasteurized eggs and enough rum to kill any germs that might be in those eggs. And I still didn't like it.
6. Favorite gift received as a child?
hmmm...you know, I don't really remember one or another being a favorite. My parents could definitely go in for odd, though. When I was about 8 or so, I got a HUGE roll of scotch tape in my stocking. I must have had a confused look on my face, because my mom told me that Santa must know that I like to make stuff, and that I might be easier to be good if I had my own instead of taking hers all the time (I became the Thief/Keeper of All Scissors and Tape at about 4 years old). I used every inch of that tape.
7. Hardest person to buy for?
Dad's hard now, because if he wants it, he gets it. And if he wants it and doesn't have it, it costs $1,500 (taking the form of a new camera lens)
8. Easiest person to buy for?
Molly is a lot of fun to buy for, though it usually takes a while. Often if I get gifts for friends, they're the easiest. In fact, usually the friends that get gifts are the ones for whom inspiration struck while I was shopping!
9. Do you have a nativity scene?
We did when I was little. I can't remember if I have one in my Xmas box from MD. I make it to church, though. :) And in TX, it's often several times.
10. Mail or email Christmas cards?
Who in the hell eMails Christmas cards?
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
I'm allowed to say it now: Anything that came from Robert's mom. *evil grin*
12. Favorite Christmas Movie?
The (otherwise unranked) top 3 are: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Charlie Brown's Christmas, and George C. Scott's A Christmas Carol. Watching the last one is a Christmas Eve tradition--put it in after we get back from church with some wine. Mom HATED that that became a tradition..
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?
Sometime about the first week of December, though I try to start in November, if possible. Mom would grab deals in the summer and save them.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
No. I have returned them for things that I'll actually use, though.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Hmm..my first thought was "cookies". But now that Christmas is in TX and I'm usually not, I think I'll answer "Mexican Food"
16. Lights on the tree?
"Twice as many as you think you need" is about right.
17. Favorite Christmas song?
"O come O come Emmanuel". In Latin. And "In the Bleak Midwinter". That one needs a choir though, for the cool "Snow on Snow" harmony/echo.
For a reasonable (normal) answer, I really like the Chipmunks Christmas Song, too.
I feel like I got spoiled on the Christmas songs after singing them in HS choir for four years. Somewhere I permanently learned the words to A LOT of the more obscure ones, and a fair number of them in foreign languages..so my favorites are NEVER played on the radio nor are they sung in church, usually.
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?
I think it's been fairly well established by now. Xmas=Travel (usually to TX) for me. When I was a kid it almost never involved travel. I'm not sure which I prefer.
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?
Hmm..Rudolph. Dasher, Dancer, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen...down by two.
20. Angel on the tree top or a star?
Stars usually look less tacky.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?
When we were little, mom would let us open 2 the night before. Now we do all of them the morning of.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?
The radio stations that started playing 24/7 Xmas music on November 1st. And the fact that Thankgiving isn't even allowed to be it's own holiday. And that all the stores started putting up their merch. on October 1st. I'm already sick of looking at it.
23. Favorite ornament theme or color?
Ornaments have themes? Is "I made it when I was 6 and it's been going on the tree ever since" a theme?
24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?
Gumbo. Actually, we don't DO much for Christmas dinner. None of the ceremony, "everyone dress up and gather together" sort of thing. We're all wrapped up in our comfy clothes (or shorts and t-shirts, depending on the weather), and we all kinda migrate in and out all day.
25. What do you want for Christmas this year?
I've given out a list of things--Bellydance sword, melodia pants, and the Wall-E movie, but it's hard to think of things because I've already gotten what I really wanted-a job and the ability to stay in a living situation that I like. The only other thing I really want is my name back, and I get that in February/March.
I'm feeling pretty lucky/grateful as I head into 2009....
26. Who is most likely to respond to this?
uh...no one because responses don't usually abound around here!
27. Who is least likely to respond to this?
The list is long, here.
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Yes. Usually gift bags come out if the gift is unusually shaped. Or if I'm feeling lazy. Or if I run out of a certain kind of paper. Or if I know I won't get the bag back in the end. I tend to recycle gift bags. I'm also one of those strange people who really likes to wrap presents, so I tend to try to make either as elaborate as I can.
2. Real tree or Artificial?
REAL. Smells better, looks better, feels better. I could go on a long rant about how they are actually better for the environment than the fake ones (and I can prove it), but I'll skip that here. And for God's sake don't buy the fake tree scent stuff!
3. When do you put up the tree?
I haven't put up a tree where I live in a while. When I was in MD 2 years ago, it was two days before because that's when I got there and I was the only one putting out effort on that front (notice a trend, anyone???). If I travel back to Texas, I tend not to bother with a tree, but I'll put up other things.
4. When do you take the tree down?
See above. The rest of the decorations usually come down the weekend/week after New Years.
5. Do you like Egg Nog?
Actually, no. And I even had the opportunity to try it with real unpasteurized eggs and enough rum to kill any germs that might be in those eggs. And I still didn't like it.
6. Favorite gift received as a child?
hmmm...you know, I don't really remember one or another being a favorite. My parents could definitely go in for odd, though. When I was about 8 or so, I got a HUGE roll of scotch tape in my stocking. I must have had a confused look on my face, because my mom told me that Santa must know that I like to make stuff, and that I might be easier to be good if I had my own instead of taking hers all the time (I became the Thief/Keeper of All Scissors and Tape at about 4 years old). I used every inch of that tape.
7. Hardest person to buy for?
Dad's hard now, because if he wants it, he gets it. And if he wants it and doesn't have it, it costs $1,500 (taking the form of a new camera lens)
8. Easiest person to buy for?
Molly is a lot of fun to buy for, though it usually takes a while. Often if I get gifts for friends, they're the easiest. In fact, usually the friends that get gifts are the ones for whom inspiration struck while I was shopping!
9. Do you have a nativity scene?
We did when I was little. I can't remember if I have one in my Xmas box from MD. I make it to church, though. :) And in TX, it's often several times.
10. Mail or email Christmas cards?
Who in the hell eMails Christmas cards?
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
I'm allowed to say it now: Anything that came from Robert's mom. *evil grin*
12. Favorite Christmas Movie?
The (otherwise unranked) top 3 are: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Charlie Brown's Christmas, and George C. Scott's A Christmas Carol. Watching the last one is a Christmas Eve tradition--put it in after we get back from church with some wine. Mom HATED that that became a tradition..
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?
Sometime about the first week of December, though I try to start in November, if possible. Mom would grab deals in the summer and save them.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
No. I have returned them for things that I'll actually use, though.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Hmm..my first thought was "cookies". But now that Christmas is in TX and I'm usually not, I think I'll answer "Mexican Food"
16. Lights on the tree?
"Twice as many as you think you need" is about right.
17. Favorite Christmas song?
"O come O come Emmanuel". In Latin. And "In the Bleak Midwinter". That one needs a choir though, for the cool "Snow on Snow" harmony/echo.
For a reasonable (normal) answer, I really like the Chipmunks Christmas Song, too.
I feel like I got spoiled on the Christmas songs after singing them in HS choir for four years. Somewhere I permanently learned the words to A LOT of the more obscure ones, and a fair number of them in foreign languages..so my favorites are NEVER played on the radio nor are they sung in church, usually.
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?
I think it's been fairly well established by now. Xmas=Travel (usually to TX) for me. When I was a kid it almost never involved travel. I'm not sure which I prefer.
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?
Hmm..Rudolph. Dasher, Dancer, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen...down by two.
20. Angel on the tree top or a star?
Stars usually look less tacky.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?
When we were little, mom would let us open 2 the night before. Now we do all of them the morning of.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?
The radio stations that started playing 24/7 Xmas music on November 1st. And the fact that Thankgiving isn't even allowed to be it's own holiday. And that all the stores started putting up their merch. on October 1st. I'm already sick of looking at it.
23. Favorite ornament theme or color?
Ornaments have themes? Is "I made it when I was 6 and it's been going on the tree ever since" a theme?
24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?
Gumbo. Actually, we don't DO much for Christmas dinner. None of the ceremony, "everyone dress up and gather together" sort of thing. We're all wrapped up in our comfy clothes (or shorts and t-shirts, depending on the weather), and we all kinda migrate in and out all day.
25. What do you want for Christmas this year?
I've given out a list of things--Bellydance sword, melodia pants, and the Wall-E movie, but it's hard to think of things because I've already gotten what I really wanted-a job and the ability to stay in a living situation that I like. The only other thing I really want is my name back, and I get that in February/March.
I'm feeling pretty lucky/grateful as I head into 2009....
26. Who is most likely to respond to this?
uh...no one because responses don't usually abound around here!
27. Who is least likely to respond to this?
The list is long, here.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Step One...
This is a post I've been meaning to do for a while. Now that I don't have the thesis looming over my shoulders all the time I've been able to start taking whacks at the list of things I said I was going to do when I was done. Properly speaking, Step One was to find a job. Step Two is to get out of the debt I accrued when living on next to nothing. To that end, I did this:
Step Three: build up some emergency cash...
On a related note, I do intend to keep this blog better updated now that the thesis is done. Keep checking for more updates!
Step Three: build up some emergency cash...
On a related note, I do intend to keep this blog better updated now that the thesis is done. Keep checking for more updates!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Big ol' jet liner...don't carry me too far away
While prowling the internet tonight, I came across this article describing dream symbols that point to stress. Oddly enough, I don't remember any of those dreams from when I was thesis-writing. In fact, I don't remember any dreams from that time. Only that I went to bed tired, woke up tired, groaned, looked at the clock, swore a bit, and got back to work.
One of the changes I have noticed since moving into the Hollow is that my dreams have become much more vivid. Not only that, they have become much more frequent. Maybe it's the lack of stress or the dark room (how long have I waited for one of those!), but whatever it is, it's working. I've been having a lot of dreams about travelling lately. Not actually being in new places, but in getting there. Going to the airport, going through security, and walking around the terminal, going to my plane. Before I got a job, I would sometimes get so far as being on the plane, but I'd always be taken off for whatever reason. I was waiting for something. Now, I don't get on any planes, but Mom is with me. She never tells me anything important, or even says much at all, but she's there, and I feel at peace with her presence. It's nice.
In general life news, the job is going well, and I'm liking it. I have to admit it feels very strange to not be fighting for respect in my work. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Every time I go in to discuss my ideas with one of my bosses, I mentally prepare myself for an argument, for having to defend every aspect of what I think. It seems almost anticlimatic to only hear "Those ideas are interesting, Rebecca. That's a different perspective we hadn't thought of," and be sent off to my little space to think some more. In a lot of ways, this blows my mind a bit. I feel like there should be another shoe to drop or something. Or could it be that this is God's way of finally giving me the little mental stress break I've been needing for...oh, the past 14 months? I feel like I've been fighting someone for something for so long, that I almost don't know what to do. These past two weeks have almost felt...dull. I think I could get used to it.
Does this mean that I finally have some mental and emotional space to sort myself out in without putting undue burden on myself, my family, or the government at large? If so, thanks, God, I need it!
One of the changes I have noticed since moving into the Hollow is that my dreams have become much more vivid. Not only that, they have become much more frequent. Maybe it's the lack of stress or the dark room (how long have I waited for one of those!), but whatever it is, it's working. I've been having a lot of dreams about travelling lately. Not actually being in new places, but in getting there. Going to the airport, going through security, and walking around the terminal, going to my plane. Before I got a job, I would sometimes get so far as being on the plane, but I'd always be taken off for whatever reason. I was waiting for something. Now, I don't get on any planes, but Mom is with me. She never tells me anything important, or even says much at all, but she's there, and I feel at peace with her presence. It's nice.
In general life news, the job is going well, and I'm liking it. I have to admit it feels very strange to not be fighting for respect in my work. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Every time I go in to discuss my ideas with one of my bosses, I mentally prepare myself for an argument, for having to defend every aspect of what I think. It seems almost anticlimatic to only hear "Those ideas are interesting, Rebecca. That's a different perspective we hadn't thought of," and be sent off to my little space to think some more. In a lot of ways, this blows my mind a bit. I feel like there should be another shoe to drop or something. Or could it be that this is God's way of finally giving me the little mental stress break I've been needing for...oh, the past 14 months? I feel like I've been fighting someone for something for so long, that I almost don't know what to do. These past two weeks have almost felt...dull. I think I could get used to it.
Does this mean that I finally have some mental and emotional space to sort myself out in without putting undue burden on myself, my family, or the government at large? If so, thanks, God, I need it!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
New at the Hollow...
Whew! What a whirlwind October it's been. More news will come out as it comes, but the first big piece is that I've moved. woohoo! Anyone who's asked me about where I live anytime in the past 18 mos has gotten a treatise on why NO ONE should live at Franklin Woods, and now I can say I don't live there myself anymore. After the Charging For Water incident (since when is water an amenity???) I made the decision to move and was out in something under 2 weeks. It didn't beat my prior record of 4 days (that record was set when I was trying to get away from Sherry), but it's not bad. Of course, I'm languishing among boxes on this end of things, but hopefully that won't be the case for much longer.
I moved into a set of rooms in a house near the UNC campus that is owned by the university. As such, rent is just right price, and an utter steal for the location. I have learned a few things, as well. For instance: How much closet space does Becky need? This much:
That's approximately 15 feet of closet space. Or, another way: 2 clothing closets, 1 reenacting closet, and 1 bellydance closet. Plus shelves. Plus a linen closet. Plus room for fabric and yarn stash. And some scrapbooking stuff. And there's still shelf space left over!
Also, I can boast such fine amenities as a reliable internet connection, in-house laundry facilities, hardwood floors (seen in above photos), nice house-mates, a compost pile and well-organized recycling facilities, and some new neighbors:
These neighbors are much more pleasant than my old neighbors, who were often awake (and waking me up!) at 4 am, they don't shout obscenities through the parking lot, and they don't have obnoxious visitors taking up all the parking spots. These photos were taken from my back door, by the way. The animals themselves were about 12 feet away. I really do live in the woods!
Up next: more photos of the hollow itself, and more reasons to love this place. And hopefully some good news....
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
And another one!
1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
The police in the small town of Los Alamos, New Mexico, worried briefly in 1974 about a man seen prowling in the dark, night after night, the red glow of his cigarette floating along the back streets. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard. No matter. These equations, although simplified by the use of the hydrostatic approximation and by neglect of some small terms that appear in the complete spherical coordinate form, still contain several terms that are of secondary significance for midlatitude synoptic-scale systems (catch all that?-rw). The cottage was warm and filled with light, and smelt of tobacco and sulphur and the food that awaited us.
Hmm...not bad. Any guesses on the books?
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
The police in the small town of Los Alamos, New Mexico, worried briefly in 1974 about a man seen prowling in the dark, night after night, the red glow of his cigarette floating along the back streets. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard. No matter. These equations, although simplified by the use of the hydrostatic approximation and by neglect of some small terms that appear in the complete spherical coordinate form, still contain several terms that are of secondary significance for midlatitude synoptic-scale systems (catch all that?-rw). The cottage was warm and filled with light, and smelt of tobacco and sulphur and the food that awaited us.
Hmm...not bad. Any guesses on the books?
Meme Wednesday
Here's how it works:
1. Grab the nearest CD.
2. Put it in your CD-Player (or start your mp3-player, I-tunes, etc.).
3. Skip to Song 3 (or load the 3rd song in your 3rd playlist)
4. Post the lyrics in your journal along with these instructions. Don’t name the band, nor the album-title.
There's something everybody knows
There's one place everybody goes
I've got this notion that it isn't what it seems
That I've been living in a dream
Draw me a picture
Draw it in color
'Cause I wanna see my life through
Someone else's eyes
Beautiful shadows in my mind
They're all that's left of your design
Scattered all over like the sun in our room
Crawling all over like June bugs in June
Draw me a picture
Draw it in color
'Cause I wanna see my life through
Someone else's eyes
I'll find my way again
I never thought that I could make such a mess
I got this feeling that it's gonna be all right
And I'll begin again tonight
Draw me a picture
Draw it in color
'Cause I wanna see my life through
Someone else's eyes
1. Grab the nearest CD.
2. Put it in your CD-Player (or start your mp3-player, I-tunes, etc.).
3. Skip to Song 3 (or load the 3rd song in your 3rd playlist)
4. Post the lyrics in your journal along with these instructions. Don’t name the band, nor the album-title.
There's something everybody knows
There's one place everybody goes
I've got this notion that it isn't what it seems
That I've been living in a dream
Draw me a picture
Draw it in color
'Cause I wanna see my life through
Someone else's eyes
Beautiful shadows in my mind
They're all that's left of your design
Scattered all over like the sun in our room
Crawling all over like June bugs in June
Draw me a picture
Draw it in color
'Cause I wanna see my life through
Someone else's eyes
I'll find my way again
I never thought that I could make such a mess
I got this feeling that it's gonna be all right
And I'll begin again tonight
Draw me a picture
Draw it in color
'Cause I wanna see my life through
Someone else's eyes
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Perverse pleasures....
You know, I get a real thrill out of venturing into "guy" spaces, getting exactly what I need, and not being hassled about it. Take Radio Shack. The looks on the clerks' faces when you go in and ask for a male Coax-to-USB cable is utterly priceless. Today, though, it was the auto parts store. Another version of the "guy store", where, as a woman, it's assumed that you are an idiot. Now, I've been dragged along to my share of these establishments (thanks dad!), and I know more or less how it goes: general stuff is out in front, but if you want a particular part, you need to ask the guys behind the counter standing in front of the intimidating-looking boxes. And they do know what they're talking about, so it's worth chatting them up if you're not sure.
First, a little background. On the way to liberate my furniture from Robert back in April, my CD player got jammed when I got over-eager in putting in a new CD. This has restricted me to the radio for the past several months, and my IPod when I just can't stand any more free-format stuff the undergrads play on WXYC. So, I decided it was time to take the bull by the horns and dig out the CD from the radio and see if I can get it working again. I tackle the radio with a pair of tweezers, get them into the slot where CDs go, and they get stuck.
Radio: 1, Becky: 0
The tweezers get rescued, and I attack some holes that look like they might lead to some sort of switch to release the radio. They do, but the tweezers aren't long enough.
Radio: 2, Becky: 0
A little savvy googling shows that there is in fact a tool, and it is easily available from the local auto parts store. And it's cheap. You bet it is: $3.99, and bonus points for the flirty salesman. Of course I'm going to do the work myself. And yes, I go to school here. Or did. And yes, I know that a graduate degree in Environmental Science means I must be pretty smart. I can handle a silly stubborn radio.
Back to the radio, tools in hand. A little futzing about with the placement and suddenly I'm presented with a metal box housing the radio. I start to undo some screws, and think for a minute...hmm..I should probably unplug this thing lest I set my car on fire.
Radio: 2, Becky: 1
I undo the screws, figure out how the face is attached, pop it off, and there, in all it's glory, is the stuck CD. Success! I fish out the offender.
Radio: 2, Becky: 2
Pop everything back into place, and now for the test: I plug it back in. And it works! I have my CD player back, and for a far lower cost than a new radio!
And I didn't even break a nail.
First, a little background. On the way to liberate my furniture from Robert back in April, my CD player got jammed when I got over-eager in putting in a new CD. This has restricted me to the radio for the past several months, and my IPod when I just can't stand any more free-format stuff the undergrads play on WXYC. So, I decided it was time to take the bull by the horns and dig out the CD from the radio and see if I can get it working again. I tackle the radio with a pair of tweezers, get them into the slot where CDs go, and they get stuck.
Radio: 1, Becky: 0
The tweezers get rescued, and I attack some holes that look like they might lead to some sort of switch to release the radio. They do, but the tweezers aren't long enough.
Radio: 2, Becky: 0
A little savvy googling shows that there is in fact a tool, and it is easily available from the local auto parts store. And it's cheap. You bet it is: $3.99, and bonus points for the flirty salesman. Of course I'm going to do the work myself. And yes, I go to school here. Or did. And yes, I know that a graduate degree in Environmental Science means I must be pretty smart. I can handle a silly stubborn radio.
Back to the radio, tools in hand. A little futzing about with the placement and suddenly I'm presented with a metal box housing the radio. I start to undo some screws, and think for a minute...hmm..I should probably unplug this thing lest I set my car on fire.
Radio: 2, Becky: 1
I undo the screws, figure out how the face is attached, pop it off, and there, in all it's glory, is the stuck CD. Success! I fish out the offender.
Radio: 2, Becky: 2
Pop everything back into place, and now for the test: I plug it back in. And it works! I have my CD player back, and for a far lower cost than a new radio!
And I didn't even break a nail.
Monday, September 01, 2008
A serendipitous weekend
Wow! For a weekend spent not doing much of anything, I sure had a good one. Perhaps karma is finally starting to work for me. Or so it seems for these past few days! First, on Saturday, I was the very happy recipient of this bunch of loveliness from Faraday:
For once, my camera captured the yellow correctly! That is two hanks of VERY yelllow and VERY orange yarn from Hawthorne Cottage, and two hanks of Naturally Aspire super chunky. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful and generous friend! Perched on top is some local (to F) tea. It's a green tea with some roasted rice in it. The flavor is quite delicate, and the rice gives a peculiar (but yummy) aftertaste. I think the actual meaning of the brand is "Tea: 2x the caffiene", as when I tried some of this in the evening, I ended up being awake half the night!
Then, on Sunday, I went to go catch up on all the latest gossip with Anne at the Yarn Barn (in it's new closer location!). Next door to us is this store that sells all sorts of neat goods that are organic, fairly traded, and generally sustainable. There was a dress form outside the shop sporting a sari, with the label " recycled silk saris now available"....and who am I to turn down beautiful fabric? I didn't go in because I knew if I did I would be walking out with a sari, no matter the cost, and I couldn't bear to see what I knew I would have to turn down. Now, Anne knows a good deal when she sees one (and has similar tastes in fabric!)...SHE went in. Those saris? A steal at $30. Anne pointed out you can't get good saris in India for that price...I couldn't resist any more, and came away with these:
And my desk is even clean!
Finally, today, I adopted a bicycle. It was being thrown away at my apt. complex, and it looked, to me, to be in good shape. So I brought it up, dusted it off, and then took it down to the local bike shop for an analysis. I was right! It only needs a little love and a touch of work. For about $75, it will be good as new. Here's my find:
Not bad for a dumpster-dive find, eh? It's sporting air in the tires, a new seat, a little elbow grease, and some WD-40. It's got a couple scuff marks, still, but you can't tell unless you look really closely.
Up next: a completed sweater!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Another dodgy survey
Start the morning off right. There will be photos posted soon, too, I promise :
1. What is your occupation? Unemployed. Hopefully I’ll be an environmental consultant soon. I also occupy my time with free-lance sewing and alterations
2. What color are your socks right now? None at the moment
3. What are you listening to right now? My good friend Rick’s first reenacting caravan CD “Waterloo”
4. What was the last thing that you ate? hmm...some pita and hummus at the hafla
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Not well, but I could make it work.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? hmm..Suzanne. Last night.
7. How old are you today? 27
8. What is your favorite sport to watch? College Football (specifically the Aggies! Whoop!)
9. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yup. I went strawberry blonde once. Nobody noticed…I’m going with auburn and blonde here in another day or two.
10. Favorite food? Tex-mex. Not that I can get any here in NC.
11. What was the last movie you watched? hmm…I put Hitch in a couple days ago for something to listen to.
12. Favorite day of the week? Saturday. So many possibilities.
13. How do you vent anger? Bitching to an un-interested party. Plotting revenge.
14. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbie dolls and legos.
15. What is your favorite season? Summer. The days are warm, long, and lazy.
16. Cherries or Blueberries? Blueberries.
17. Who is the most likely to respond? Trent, perhaps?
18. Who is least likely to respond? Faraday
19. What is on the bottom of your closet? Oh lord…Shoes. Some scrapbooking stuff. An obscene amount of fabric. And a slightly less obscene amount of yarn. You can't see the floor.
20. What did you do last night? Performed in public with a bare tummy. Did pretty well, too.
21. Favorite smells? Freshly cut grass. Fresh vegetables. Apple pie. Lavender.
22. What inspires you? For artistic endeavors, history (specifically the clothing) For everything else, the quote “Either you think you can, or you think you can’t. Either way, you’re right.”
23. What are you most afraid of? Roaches.
24. Plain cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Could I have spicy and cheese together?
25. What celebrity would you most like to meet? Edward Lorenz, but he died a couple months ago. (Scientist, so he’s a celebrity to me only). Colin Firth, but only on condition that “meeting” included carnal knowledge. Same’s true for Jason Isaacs.
26. If you knew you had 30 days to live, what would you do with your time? Make sure my family and friends know how much they mean to me and how much I love them. See the pyramids and the sphinx. Take lots of pictures and write lots of things down for posterity, and hide some evidence. ;)
27. All-time favorite cartoon? Alvin and the Chipmunks.
28. Favorite spiritual place to go when your soul needs renewal? The woods. barring that, a walk with good music works. Barring THAT, zoning out to some Hearts of Space can usually refresh me long enough to work through whatever it was that drained me.
29. Favorite mode of transportation? The Duck, hands down. Then again, driving my dad’s car is a hell of a lot of fun.
Part deux:
Leave a comment and I will:
a) Tell you why I'm friends with you.
b) Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
g) In return, you must post this in your blog.
1. What is your occupation? Unemployed. Hopefully I’ll be an environmental consultant soon. I also occupy my time with free-lance sewing and alterations
2. What color are your socks right now? None at the moment
3. What are you listening to right now? My good friend Rick’s first reenacting caravan CD “Waterloo”
4. What was the last thing that you ate? hmm...some pita and hummus at the hafla
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Not well, but I could make it work.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? hmm..Suzanne. Last night.
7. How old are you today? 27
8. What is your favorite sport to watch? College Football (specifically the Aggies! Whoop!)
9. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yup. I went strawberry blonde once. Nobody noticed…I’m going with auburn and blonde here in another day or two.
10. Favorite food? Tex-mex. Not that I can get any here in NC.
11. What was the last movie you watched? hmm…I put Hitch in a couple days ago for something to listen to.
12. Favorite day of the week? Saturday. So many possibilities.
13. How do you vent anger? Bitching to an un-interested party. Plotting revenge.
14. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbie dolls and legos.
15. What is your favorite season? Summer. The days are warm, long, and lazy.
16. Cherries or Blueberries? Blueberries.
17. Who is the most likely to respond? Trent, perhaps?
18. Who is least likely to respond? Faraday
19. What is on the bottom of your closet? Oh lord…Shoes. Some scrapbooking stuff. An obscene amount of fabric. And a slightly less obscene amount of yarn. You can't see the floor.
20. What did you do last night? Performed in public with a bare tummy. Did pretty well, too.
21. Favorite smells? Freshly cut grass. Fresh vegetables. Apple pie. Lavender.
22. What inspires you? For artistic endeavors, history (specifically the clothing) For everything else, the quote “Either you think you can, or you think you can’t. Either way, you’re right.”
23. What are you most afraid of? Roaches.
24. Plain cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Could I have spicy and cheese together?
25. What celebrity would you most like to meet? Edward Lorenz, but he died a couple months ago. (Scientist, so he’s a celebrity to me only). Colin Firth, but only on condition that “meeting” included carnal knowledge. Same’s true for Jason Isaacs.
26. If you knew you had 30 days to live, what would you do with your time? Make sure my family and friends know how much they mean to me and how much I love them. See the pyramids and the sphinx. Take lots of pictures and write lots of things down for posterity, and hide some evidence. ;)
27. All-time favorite cartoon? Alvin and the Chipmunks.
28. Favorite spiritual place to go when your soul needs renewal? The woods. barring that, a walk with good music works. Barring THAT, zoning out to some Hearts of Space can usually refresh me long enough to work through whatever it was that drained me.
29. Favorite mode of transportation? The Duck, hands down. Then again, driving my dad’s car is a hell of a lot of fun.
Part deux:
Leave a comment and I will:
a) Tell you why I'm friends with you.
b) Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
g) In return, you must post this in your blog.
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