Archives for May 2008

Okay, I’m taking down this post. I’ve been overwhelmed with a WORLD of positive responses, from both you out there, as well as my peers and bosses. I was nervous when my bosses read it — I didn’t want to get in trouble of any sort, didn’t want to get Dooced, and I’m so glad I didn’t. As they pointed out to me, I didn’t do anything wrong. However, I hate stirring up any kind of drama, so that outraged post I wrote made my heart flutter on a day when I didn’t need that. But I’m so happy that I work for the best employer in the world. I have the ultimate support from everyone in my life. If one ugly emailer is jealous of my happiness, I can’t do much about that, nor do I wish to. She just happened to get me on a bad day. And I know it must be hard living with that kind of vitriol in her heart.

And thank you, all.
xoxoxo

Fighting a migraine for two days now. It hasn’t got me, but the migraine aura has me by the neck. Feels like someone digging their fingers into the back of my head — not painful, but not pleasant. The visual migraine got me yesterday, which is always kind of interesting. It doesn’t hurt — I just lose my vision in one eye or the other for about fifteen minutes. I stopped picking up stitches at that point for a while.

I couldn’t sleep last night. It was probably all the caffeine I’d taken in pill form all day for the looming headache. Got up and read from about 1am to almost 6am. Finally fell asleep and dreamed that a huge cat, bigger than a man, dressed like a Viking, was living in the back of our house, controlling Clara, making her forge an IronMan-like suit by breathing fire. Poor old sweatshop Clara.

Okay. I’m going to try writing on the front porch. Hopefully Lala left me some coffee. If she didn’t, I’ll make a latte and work on the script for an hour or two. Then I will go to Target. We use a baby-gate to keep the animals out of the carpeted part of the house. Yesterday, while speeding on caffeine, I cleaned everything, washed everything, mopped the whole house. I took a flying leap, trying to jump over a still-wet part of the floor while simultaneously unlatching and opening the gate I was trying to jump through. Strangely enough, that wasn’t a good idea. As I fell, I made a conscious decision to take the gate out in my fall, rather than twisting and trying to save it. In breaking the gate, I saved my own ass. It’s rather sobering to splinter a nice wooden gate, though. That’s too much caffeine. That meant it was time to sit and knit.

Now. To the porch. Carefully.

We live at sea level. Lala sent me this picture. She rode there today, training. From sea level. I’m tired just thinking about it. I think I’ll have another cup of coffee and sink deeper into my armchair.

Deep in some knitting. DEEP. Finished a sweater I haven’t told you about, and I LOVE IT, but I’m not photographing it until I take a shower and put on lipstick, and since it’s Sunday and La’s on a training ride to Oregon or something, I’m in no hurry.

I steeked the MomRedux sweater yesterday. I just cut. Yep. I did. I plan to handstitch the armholes before I cut, but the front steek, I just cut. Just kept snipping. Not even a drink or a lie-down after, as EZ sagely recommends.

And it worked.

Now I want to knit more, so I will. Just wanted stop in and tell you about Pandora. Are you listening to Pandora? I’ve been listening off and on for more than a year, but I’m really into it now. It’s what they call a Music Genome Project — they analyze each song  (all songs, it seems like), break them apart and put them back together next to songs that are similar. You tell them your favorite song or artist, and they make (FOR FREE) a radio station just for you. You can give the thumbs-up to the songs you love, and thumbs-down for the ones you don’t (and those won’t replay). It is the BEST way to find new music, new artists that suit you to the ground and that you’ve never heard of.

Lala and I love it so much that we put an old laptop into our record cabinet, so we can pipe whichever station we’re into that day all over the house. I’m now in my room, listening to a station she made, Blossom Dearie.

Ooh! They have a typepad connection I just found — it’s in my sidebar, to the left. Give it a listen. Click on one of my stations over there to try it out — you might like the Y’allternate one if you’re feeling rockin’ folky, or Blossom Dearie, if you’re feeling jazzy. The Electro Music Radio is what I listen to while writing the screenplay I’m working on, might not be the best one to sample, but go for it if you want to. You have to register to listen, but they have good privacy policies and don’t spam or sell lists. Then just jump in and make your own stations!

(Lala just sent me this, from the TOP of Mount Diablo):

is what I have been doing. 15 hour shift yesterday (which is better than the 18 hour shift that loomed imminent for a while). Yawn.

So I’m at work. Boring. The most exciting thing that’s happened so far this morning is that I ate my eggs. I love a good hard-boiled egg. With salt. And because I work in close quarters with four other people, I announce it when I come out of the kitchen and slice the eggs at my workstation (a whiff of eggs, without notice, can be alarming). "Eggs on the floor!"

"Eggs on the floor," they repeat. It used to be a joke, but now it’s just a thing, as things go. I find the fact that we say it seriously quite amusing.

Still. Boring. Ooh! I thought I had nothing to show you, but I just remembered I DO have one picture for you.

This is the MomRedux sweater! Hers is obviously on the left, since it’s all fancy with a collar and all. Mine is the darker one (that’s what I get for trying to remember the color while ordering yarn online), and while I added one repeat in the middle section of dots to add a tiny bit of length (okay, that was accidental), otherwise, it’s spot on. Size, width, patterns, everything. I’m really proud of it, happy with my copying-ability.

So happy that I’m kind of scared to move on. It’s all done, just need to steek it, attach the arms, and make the collar/facing/button-bands.

I used a terribly sticky yarn, Jamieson’s Spindrift, so for some ungodly reason I felt confident enough to make a really narrow steek. 6 stitches. First, SIX STITCHES? Why didn’t I make it an odd number, so that I actually HAD a center stitch to cut down? Gah. Second, I’m not sure how I want to reinforce the steeks. I’m tempted to trust in the godlike powers of wool and just CUT away without reinforcement, because the thought of trying to machine-sew a straight line with my machine along that dark wool fills me with pre-planned frustration (and the steek is rather puckered in places — wouldn’t be easy to sew). I tried to reinforce it with crochet, my usual method, but the stitches are SO dark and small, I just couldn’t do it. Man, I know I should at least machine-sew the armholes. Yeah, I can do that.
That would be easier, actually, since those steeks aren’t as puckered
as the front one.

Anyone ever had trouble with this yarn running away after a steek? Can I just cut the center one? Please?

Also, Lala gives thanks. Yarn-related thanks! And I must mention this: last night when I got home, she was trippin’ out, saying she was unmotivated and not driven enough. She said this WHILE RIDING A BIKE IN OUR LIVING ROOM. On a trainer. For an hour and half. With no one making her do it. She is crazy but very, very cute. 

Oh, you people always knock our socks right off. My feet, they are cold and sock-less because you are so generous. She’s already (!) broken her target amount, but don’t let that stop you from donating to a very worthy cause or entering the raffle if you still want to. And if you haven’t read it already, go read Lala’s post about her ride. She spent a lot of time and thought composing it, and I think she was a bit chagrined to find that my friends (that’s YOU) just read my post and went and donated. I think she thought she’d have to talk you into it, so she makes a compelling argument. But the Code of the Knitter says Donate First, Knit Later. The faster we do something nice for someone else, the faster we get to the knitting.

Thank you. Thank you SO much.

We had a fundraising party for her this weekend — it went well. My sister’s fabulous band Deadpan Alley played, and they were great (you can hear songs here — I’m really fond of East Coast Boy). They were followed by The Whoreshoes, who looked and sounded oh-so-fine:

    Music in our own backyard

    Camilla, Joni and Diana rockin’ out

    Diana, Emily, and Lala

I’m sad I didn’t get any shots of Lala playing the bass, her new favorite instrument. Since I think we might have to give away three or four of the animals to make room in our house for an upright, I’m trying not to encourage her new passion for it. But she was good at it. She really was.

Also: MUST SHARE NEW FAVORITE PARTY TREATS

Ideas gleaned from the interwebs, posted here so I can find them again.

#1 – Caprese sticks. Thread a small piece of fresh mozzarella (TJ’s had tiny mozza balls in a tub), a cherry tomato (heirloom cherry toms from TJ’s!), a little bit of basil, and another small piece of mozzarella on a toothpick. Do this many, many times. Place them on a platter. Drizzle with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper. DEELISHUS. This is my favorite salad, now on a stick.

#2 – Bacon-wrapped figs. People freaked out. No, they did. People who don’t like figs freaked out. Take one package of bacon (mine had 16 pieces), and cut all pieces in half. I got a tub of black figs from TJ’s. I pulled the stem off each, wrapped a half-piece of bacon around it, stuck a toothpick through it and cooked them at 350 for about an hour. Baconey goodness with a sticky-sweet middle. It was AMAZING. I want them for dinner every night. They disappeared. I will make twice the amount next time.

Now I am tired. I saw many crazy-interesting things at the Maker Faire, took no pictures, but saw nice readers (Steampunk Amy is adorable!), and left happy. Tomorrow I am on-call, so I might have to suddenly get up at 4:30am, so I should head to bed on that off-chance. So, goodnight. And thank you.

    Sister Christy and me. Half of Deadpad Alley! (Took one of myself and sister Bethany, too. She claim I never post those ones, but it’s only because I looked somewhat rabid in it. She was adorable, as usual. You’ll have to take my word for it.)