Ze Ringoli Tam is over and done with. Ze zind zu cute!
I finished the tam last night at the beer bitch meetup, and am rather fond of it. It's a little loose at the ribbing, which probably should have been done on some 3's in stead of the 5's I used. But not too shabby for a hat that I thought would be too small anywho. I did forget to do a row of bobbles, but it's not really noticeable.
Next up, well I'm not to certain. There's a blanket I'm drooling over, which I may have the yarn to make up, depending on a friend's spinning, and my great balls of yarn cooperating. (I gave a friend some great big balls of Alaskan wool, no idea what kind, and she's going to try and spin it finer for me. Only thing is it's a bit difficult to work with and well it's a little like spinning cotton, short drafts and all. I'm crossing my fingers.)
And well the chevron scarf, I could use a stash enhancement for...I did hear of a sale going on over in Saratoga, but then I'd have to spend money. Perhaps I'll drag the husbeast that way for a short weekend getaway. It would be lovely to go out to the coast, and maybe even Santa Cruz, or Half Moon Bay.
All I know is that we have the landlord coming over for an inspection on the 14th of next month, and there's a bit of work to be done on the house before he steps inside. Like hiding the fact that there is a dog and a cat living in the home; or the plaster that fell off the ceiling back from the roomy's 30th Halloween Party. (I loathe lath and plaster!-can't even decorate anything properly) Then there's the plaster from behind the bathroom door knob that was knocked off. Or how about the black puddle of water on the basement floor from all my dish washing. And well we may need to disguise the compost bin we pilfered from a vacated neighbors. Actually it was from 2 neighbors before. The floors could use some more spot cleaning, and well our bedroom is in shambles, as well as the blue room, and the spare parts to computers room. In fact all of these rooms are laden with crafts and tools and just all matter of art making decay.
On a happy and not my having to clean front, some how the husbeast is slowly saving parts of my computer. I can't believe this week. It's been hectic and stressful, and well just kind of uggh.
Even at work it's been horrid, from having the plumbers out 3 separate times, turns out there was a sponge in the toidey bowl, dunno how it got there...
We lost 2 of our phone lines for a day, that was my doing! Mental note, next time I'm throwing things in the closet, be careful of the phone jacks. Ah crap.
It's just been ick. But I believe things may be looking up, after all it's Friday, and there's a 3 day weekend at my finger tips.
cheers and until then
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Here's to Burning the Man Early!
Early in the morning on Tuesday, some anarchist set fire to the man. Yes that big wooden structure that has been habitually placed in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada for the last what 15 years has finally succumbed to the wills of anarchy. Now this strikes me as funny thinking about all the desert goers sitting there going 'Hey they started without me!' And desperately putting on their burn night costuming and running out to the center to watch the Man go up in flames. All done without the pomp and circumstance that has always brought on the ceremony, you know, the fire dancers, the doves, the parading about...well all these things really do make it all an affair to be apart of, but the fireworks? A little over kill isn't it guys.
The boys and I were discussing this last night as I made an honorary dinner in light of the early burning. There was discussion and debate guessing that the true anarchists (yes there are a few that may still attend) have finally begun to take the burn back and place it into the hands of the real revelers. Evidently there has been rumor that a few Green companies have been allowed into the fest this year. With the introduction of more and more companies, whether they be green or the 'evil' kind it's still against the gist of the festival. Lo how the man behind the curtain must be rolling in his silken sheets, fat off the cash that thousands dish out to have their time 'to be me' with so many others taking that time with them. I know these points are a little disjointed but they were actually snippets from our conversations.
So it seems that they are going to rebuild the structure of the Man, before Saturday gets here, since there was too much damage to have him just hanging around, but burning the Man twice? Does that take something out of the meaning or I wonder if that makes the goers more eager to enjoy the act of the burn... not really sure. I think if I were there in the desert I would be a little ticked, and well trying to do everything in my power to reek havoc on the companies that had been allowed to infiltrate. Even if that means chaos, and destruction. After all, "a passion for destruction is also a creative passion." (90's movie Slacker, the old anarchist to the young guy. Gahd I lurv Texas and their quirkiness)
In honor of old anarchists and young alike out there, I give you my recipe for my mandatory pre-Burn of the Man dinner:
Tuna Melts
bread-any kind will do. Bagels, or rolls or anything nice sized and substantial, just make sure that the side without any crust in is the outside of the sandwich. So if it's a bagel, it's a backyards sandwich then!
Tuna-of course
Mayo
cheese
butter
anything that goes from the kitchen.
Now since this is about the last dinner that you will be eating on the Playa, or off as it may be, it's time to use up as much of your leftovers and whatever you haven't delved into yet. And also a must to invite your neighbors over for some also. This is a communal dinner and generally comes out just huge and too much for one or two people alone.
Here goes.
Take a bowl, add the tuna take what ever's on hand for ingredients, personally I prefer things like Salsa, avocado, last night I used artichoke hearts, cherry tomatoes, sun dried tomatoes, onions, garlic powder, salt, pepper, and some mayo -for me the less the better-. Mix everything.
In a frying pan, add a couple of tbsp of butter, let melt then place bread in the pan, add just enough cheese so it'll melt and help stick everything together. Add a butt load of the tuna mixture. Top off with more cheese, and place the other piece of bread on the sandwich. Keep checking the bottom half of the bread to make sure it doesn't burn, and when it's just right take all the sandwiches out of the frying pan and add a couple more tbsp. of butter for the other side. Now add back in the tuna melts, but of course fry the other side.
And enjoy. A nice big beer helps get it all down, but with all that butter it really doesn't need much help going down. And lo this is really one of the meals that I refer to being a heart attack waiting to happen.
Last night I knit, perhaps I shouldn't have because well the night before we blew the keg that was on tap, the Hop Rod Rye and well we put on Pliny the Elder... which happens to be another double IPA, which is about an 8.9% or so. Needless to say I screwed up and lord knows what I did to the poor little Riboli hat, but there's a few stitches off.
Cheers and here's to knitting under the influence!
The boys and I were discussing this last night as I made an honorary dinner in light of the early burning. There was discussion and debate guessing that the true anarchists (yes there are a few that may still attend) have finally begun to take the burn back and place it into the hands of the real revelers. Evidently there has been rumor that a few Green companies have been allowed into the fest this year. With the introduction of more and more companies, whether they be green or the 'evil' kind it's still against the gist of the festival. Lo how the man behind the curtain must be rolling in his silken sheets, fat off the cash that thousands dish out to have their time 'to be me' with so many others taking that time with them. I know these points are a little disjointed but they were actually snippets from our conversations.
So it seems that they are going to rebuild the structure of the Man, before Saturday gets here, since there was too much damage to have him just hanging around, but burning the Man twice? Does that take something out of the meaning or I wonder if that makes the goers more eager to enjoy the act of the burn... not really sure. I think if I were there in the desert I would be a little ticked, and well trying to do everything in my power to reek havoc on the companies that had been allowed to infiltrate. Even if that means chaos, and destruction. After all, "a passion for destruction is also a creative passion." (90's movie Slacker, the old anarchist to the young guy. Gahd I lurv Texas and their quirkiness)
In honor of old anarchists and young alike out there, I give you my recipe for my mandatory pre-Burn of the Man dinner:
Tuna Melts
bread-any kind will do. Bagels, or rolls or anything nice sized and substantial, just make sure that the side without any crust in is the outside of the sandwich. So if it's a bagel, it's a backyards sandwich then!
Tuna-of course
Mayo
cheese
butter
anything that goes from the kitchen.
Now since this is about the last dinner that you will be eating on the Playa, or off as it may be, it's time to use up as much of your leftovers and whatever you haven't delved into yet. And also a must to invite your neighbors over for some also. This is a communal dinner and generally comes out just huge and too much for one or two people alone.
Here goes.
Take a bowl, add the tuna take what ever's on hand for ingredients, personally I prefer things like Salsa, avocado, last night I used artichoke hearts, cherry tomatoes, sun dried tomatoes, onions, garlic powder, salt, pepper, and some mayo -for me the less the better-. Mix everything.
In a frying pan, add a couple of tbsp of butter, let melt then place bread in the pan, add just enough cheese so it'll melt and help stick everything together. Add a butt load of the tuna mixture. Top off with more cheese, and place the other piece of bread on the sandwich. Keep checking the bottom half of the bread to make sure it doesn't burn, and when it's just right take all the sandwiches out of the frying pan and add a couple more tbsp. of butter for the other side. Now add back in the tuna melts, but of course fry the other side.
And enjoy. A nice big beer helps get it all down, but with all that butter it really doesn't need much help going down. And lo this is really one of the meals that I refer to being a heart attack waiting to happen.
Last night I knit, perhaps I shouldn't have because well the night before we blew the keg that was on tap, the Hop Rod Rye and well we put on Pliny the Elder... which happens to be another double IPA, which is about an 8.9% or so. Needless to say I screwed up and lord knows what I did to the poor little Riboli hat, but there's a few stitches off.
Cheers and here's to knitting under the influence!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Hairy Fish Nuts you say!
So this is what I've been up to. I don't know how I came about Desiknitter's hat, but it's cute. The Rangoli tam is relatively easy to knit up. Perhaps it was on punk rock knitters...well anywho I followed the previous knitters advise and stuck to the chart, as it seems there may be some flaw in the written pattern. So far so good though. I'm using Inca Alpaca in a nice lavender, but I did the ribbing for the band in green, so it's kind of like a flower or something. Maybe I should have stuck with one color, but whateva! I chose the alpaca because for the life of me I couldn't get gauge with a worsted weight, and the alpaca is a DK in the least.
Guess what came in today, guess....ok it's the Last Minute Knitted Gifts. Yeah for used books on Amazon. There are some really cute baby goodies..not that they're needed yet but someday they may come in handy. After all my best friend did just buy her first home, and well you know what that means. Little ones to knit for! No pressure from here though.
But next onto the Chevron scarf thingie. Or a small clapotis for the mum.
On the mini top hat front I've been a total slacker, but may have a little free time come this weekend. I stole, um erh, well, borrowed a little frog from my mum. I am uncertain that it is the right size and dimension necessary for the mini topper frog and snail combo. But I conjectured to myself the other day that if the molded product doesn't look right, that I can take it and needle felt it to give the dimension and look that I think it may need.
Then while watching Monty Python's Flying Circus the other night, PBS can soo rock some times, they had a sketch with the Ministry of Silly Walks on, I believe I have a theory for the husbeasts work costume. And he can wear his new top hat (a real bought one) to boot! But the other idea I had for a costume for me was the phrase 'Swampwood Sweetheart.' Which is actually my mum's newest little dogs kennel name. She's an imported Russel Terrier from Australia. Much akin to a Jack Russel, but shorter and longer and much much less terrier like (you know overly hyper and active and jumpy and not to be trusted w/ kids kind of terrier). So back to the swampwood sweatheart. The hat of course with the little frog/snail combo on a lily pad surrounded by sugar skull beads, and swampy appendatures, like moss and mosquitoes and the like. Then the costume would of course follow suit. Perhaps I need an alligator's skull to complete the whole ambiance. I've seen knitted alligators. The whole thing would be like swamp creature meets Elvira, who has just clubbed a dying willow tree. I don't know, but also maybe I'm just talking out of my ass. I tend to do that sometimes. I liken it to the curse of the artists overly active mind. But gosh I could wear my bodice again. That always makes for a great costume.
Pear Pimples for Hairy Fish Nuts. Seems that the husbeast is Pear Pimples and I am Hairy Fish nuts. Perhaps that could be the premise to a great set of costumes. I wouldn't even know where to begin though.
Cheers til later.
Guess what came in today, guess....ok it's the Last Minute Knitted Gifts. Yeah for used books on Amazon. There are some really cute baby goodies..not that they're needed yet but someday they may come in handy. After all my best friend did just buy her first home, and well you know what that means. Little ones to knit for! No pressure from here though.
But next onto the Chevron scarf thingie. Or a small clapotis for the mum.
On the mini top hat front I've been a total slacker, but may have a little free time come this weekend. I stole, um erh, well, borrowed a little frog from my mum. I am uncertain that it is the right size and dimension necessary for the mini topper frog and snail combo. But I conjectured to myself the other day that if the molded product doesn't look right, that I can take it and needle felt it to give the dimension and look that I think it may need.
Then while watching Monty Python's Flying Circus the other night, PBS can soo rock some times, they had a sketch with the Ministry of Silly Walks on, I believe I have a theory for the husbeasts work costume. And he can wear his new top hat (a real bought one) to boot! But the other idea I had for a costume for me was the phrase 'Swampwood Sweetheart.' Which is actually my mum's newest little dogs kennel name. She's an imported Russel Terrier from Australia. Much akin to a Jack Russel, but shorter and longer and much much less terrier like (you know overly hyper and active and jumpy and not to be trusted w/ kids kind of terrier). So back to the swampwood sweatheart. The hat of course with the little frog/snail combo on a lily pad surrounded by sugar skull beads, and swampy appendatures, like moss and mosquitoes and the like. Then the costume would of course follow suit. Perhaps I need an alligator's skull to complete the whole ambiance. I've seen knitted alligators. The whole thing would be like swamp creature meets Elvira, who has just clubbed a dying willow tree. I don't know, but also maybe I'm just talking out of my ass. I tend to do that sometimes. I liken it to the curse of the artists overly active mind. But gosh I could wear my bodice again. That always makes for a great costume.
Pear Pimples for Hairy Fish Nuts. Seems that the husbeast is Pear Pimples and I am Hairy Fish nuts. Perhaps that could be the premise to a great set of costumes. I wouldn't even know where to begin though.
Cheers til later.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Well thank goodness for holidays
I can't wait 'til this weekend. We have no plans, except maybe straitening up a bit. And if the hippies (our friends) go camping somewhere new we may go but it seems more likely that not, due to still down computers. But this weekend ushers in the September which means that it's time for the 6 week Ren Faire. Which I've already mentioned, I am a sucker for dressing up in period (or quasi period) faire garb. And this year I am going to try and drag the husbeast along, and even better, his little brother. Only problem is I have no men's shirts for faire, so I must try and scrounge something together for the boys. One of my girlfriends is now able to take her son, and just how cute is that going to be. The little guy all in garb and all. Way too prosh.
Currently I am working on a hat, it's cute, and kind of a tam.
I have worked in the ends to the Sprout Cardi, and it looks much better, and now I have no worries over ever getting caught in a Manhattan cab with my little nummie holder on. ;^) It just needs a good blocking and a new button band. Yeh I never noticed that the two sides were off by 2 rows, but who knows maybe it's not that noticeable...yeah right.
This weekend we went to the last of the weddings for this year, as far as I know of that is. They were both lovely, but they should have eloped, in my best opinion.
Gosh I can't wait for Faire, perhaps we should camp there for the weekend of Sept. 15-16th and meet up with my friends then...how fun it is to camp and crawl back from faire.
ETA on the computers, well still dead, but the husbeast found all my photo files! Even my RAW images. Still without the fun stuff, but whateva.
Currently I am working on a hat, it's cute, and kind of a tam.
I have worked in the ends to the Sprout Cardi, and it looks much better, and now I have no worries over ever getting caught in a Manhattan cab with my little nummie holder on. ;^) It just needs a good blocking and a new button band. Yeh I never noticed that the two sides were off by 2 rows, but who knows maybe it's not that noticeable...yeah right.
This weekend we went to the last of the weddings for this year, as far as I know of that is. They were both lovely, but they should have eloped, in my best opinion.
Gosh I can't wait for Faire, perhaps we should camp there for the weekend of Sept. 15-16th and meet up with my friends then...how fun it is to camp and crawl back from faire.
ETA on the computers, well still dead, but the husbeast found all my photo files! Even my RAW images. Still without the fun stuff, but whateva.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I. Am. Calm. Cool. and Collected.
Just a little something that I kept repeating to myself yesterday. See the night before was rough. Waking up at 3:30 in the morning kinda rough looking for the husbeast rough. He wasn't out gallivanting, he was at the computer, trying as quickly as he may to stop all my files on my pretty little G5 Mac from being deleted. I am a bit sad, but not overly forlorn any longer. Well it's a hacker virus rewritten kernel thing that I don't think I should go into detail about. I mean who knows who's watching now. I just feel a bit violated still. Needless to say there are now 4 dead computers and a few of computer savvy peeps working overtime, (go friends and family go!).
The thing that is a little more pissy is that unless there is a large financial loss, there is no agency in the United States to help individuals who have been compromised by a crime of technology. I understand that it is a newer crime what with the onset of internet this and internets that, but the police won't even come out and take a report on the situation, nor the FBI open a file for us (yes I called the FBI). This may very well be a local job, just as much as it may be International. We're not exactly sure yet. So needless to say, there will be yet another moratorium on the picts scene. And I had so many previous FO's to start posting about! Agggh. Luckily the house is laden with old computers so we may not even need to run right out and get the latest in technology, but in the meantime I can assure you the husbeasts energy is not going to be focused upon setting up a new system as he will be focusing on the old one for a bit.
So last night when I was thinking to myself, the phrases cool, calm, and collected; it dawned on me that what a change in the state of being that my mind is now in. See back in my early 20's I had a lover that mentioned that women were 3 C's, and being the doting gal that I was I tending to believe him. Well also I did abide by them more so I should say. The three C's he likened to women are; Coy, Cunning, and Conniving. All of which I surely was, but it was a defensive mode that I had gotten into. One that helped to protect my heart. I realize how I've changed in that I am striving to be a strong and not weepy woman for the love of my husband. Now I envision the 3 C's to pertain to; Calm, Cool, and Collected. What an epiphany. I no longer have to protect my heart, I have a family, I have the love of my life there in thick and thin. I must be strong for him, and for myself.
So in light of all this terrible crap that has occurred in such a harsh way I am actually able to smile and have a light heart today, because I am not alone in this crap. And I don't have to be weak, and look out for #1. There is no #1 in a marriage, this is a partnership and together we will surf through it.
I know what a sap, but it's all true. I love my husbeast and the life that we are making together. And I hat hackers that destroy and rewrite computers that aren't even theirs. (Some people suck donkey balls!)
Cheers, and here's to knitting in the nude.
The thing that is a little more pissy is that unless there is a large financial loss, there is no agency in the United States to help individuals who have been compromised by a crime of technology. I understand that it is a newer crime what with the onset of internet this and internets that, but the police won't even come out and take a report on the situation, nor the FBI open a file for us (yes I called the FBI). This may very well be a local job, just as much as it may be International. We're not exactly sure yet. So needless to say, there will be yet another moratorium on the picts scene. And I had so many previous FO's to start posting about! Agggh. Luckily the house is laden with old computers so we may not even need to run right out and get the latest in technology, but in the meantime I can assure you the husbeasts energy is not going to be focused upon setting up a new system as he will be focusing on the old one for a bit.
So last night when I was thinking to myself, the phrases cool, calm, and collected; it dawned on me that what a change in the state of being that my mind is now in. See back in my early 20's I had a lover that mentioned that women were 3 C's, and being the doting gal that I was I tending to believe him. Well also I did abide by them more so I should say. The three C's he likened to women are; Coy, Cunning, and Conniving. All of which I surely was, but it was a defensive mode that I had gotten into. One that helped to protect my heart. I realize how I've changed in that I am striving to be a strong and not weepy woman for the love of my husband. Now I envision the 3 C's to pertain to; Calm, Cool, and Collected. What an epiphany. I no longer have to protect my heart, I have a family, I have the love of my life there in thick and thin. I must be strong for him, and for myself.
So in light of all this terrible crap that has occurred in such a harsh way I am actually able to smile and have a light heart today, because I am not alone in this crap. And I don't have to be weak, and look out for #1. There is no #1 in a marriage, this is a partnership and together we will surf through it.
I know what a sap, but it's all true. I love my husbeast and the life that we are making together. And I hat hackers that destroy and rewrite computers that aren't even theirs. (Some people suck donkey balls!)
Cheers, and here's to knitting in the nude.
Monday, August 20, 2007
I Confess everything
I confess I have one true hatred when it comes to my handknits. It's the act of finishing. I hate with a passion to finish and tuck my ends in. I have actually worn my Sprout cardigan twice now with all the strings hanging. If only I had kids, I would put them to the job, but alas, time is a bugger. That's my confession, so heart wrenching, isn't it. Well not really, but I am terrible when it comes to this matter.
On the knitting front, well it's been a bit slow. I did start and finish the next day, a simple ribbed red scard for the Red Scarf project, you know the one the donates to non-adopted orphans that are going off to college. It's rather fantastic and almost ready for the big ol' send off. My deadline was moved from Dec. to Sept. but if curious, I'm sure anyone could still find some later dates if you feel the desire to donate something small and red...that sounds bad, but I believe you get the jist. Go check out the sidebar for details. (Look under Nikko's Red Scarf Project.)
I have finally broken down and ordered the Last Minute Gifts, I must make a chevron scarf now. I have all this sock yarn, but I feel as though I just can't even be bothered to make socks. I'm more a hands and neck kinda gal, or the occassional sweater. But socks they're so tiny, and all the patterns I have are Cookie A.'s and they're heavily cabled. Well as it is I just can't seem to be bothered. Perhaps some monkey's are in order.
So there it is I've admitted to having nothing on the needles, and that I refuse to weave in ends, but thankfully that is all for the dirty laundry, well today.
This weekend, the 2nd and last freakin' wedding to attend. Why oh why don't these people just elope! I found it much easier, and maybe even less embarrassing.
And also I'm going to try and head over to the fabulous bead shop in Niles and grab some more brass goodies before they are all gone, as it is they were new items in the shop. On the same agenda, I'm going to bring little mini top hat, I'm in a showey mood. Which in past circumstances (while still in Art School) I would be prepping for the desert, well not now. But I do beg the question, what exactly do I miss. I mean it's not like I did all that much of anything while I was even there. Perhaps it's the slightest sense of belonging. And a smidge of seeing old friends. You really do run into the strangest people in the strangest of places.
On the knitting front, well it's been a bit slow. I did start and finish the next day, a simple ribbed red scard for the Red Scarf project, you know the one the donates to non-adopted orphans that are going off to college. It's rather fantastic and almost ready for the big ol' send off. My deadline was moved from Dec. to Sept. but if curious, I'm sure anyone could still find some later dates if you feel the desire to donate something small and red...that sounds bad, but I believe you get the jist. Go check out the sidebar for details. (Look under Nikko's Red Scarf Project.)
I have finally broken down and ordered the Last Minute Gifts, I must make a chevron scarf now. I have all this sock yarn, but I feel as though I just can't even be bothered to make socks. I'm more a hands and neck kinda gal, or the occassional sweater. But socks they're so tiny, and all the patterns I have are Cookie A.'s and they're heavily cabled. Well as it is I just can't seem to be bothered. Perhaps some monkey's are in order.
So there it is I've admitted to having nothing on the needles, and that I refuse to weave in ends, but thankfully that is all for the dirty laundry, well today.
This weekend, the 2nd and last freakin' wedding to attend. Why oh why don't these people just elope! I found it much easier, and maybe even less embarrassing.
And also I'm going to try and head over to the fabulous bead shop in Niles and grab some more brass goodies before they are all gone, as it is they were new items in the shop. On the same agenda, I'm going to bring little mini top hat, I'm in a showey mood. Which in past circumstances (while still in Art School) I would be prepping for the desert, well not now. But I do beg the question, what exactly do I miss. I mean it's not like I did all that much of anything while I was even there. Perhaps it's the slightest sense of belonging. And a smidge of seeing old friends. You really do run into the strangest people in the strangest of places.
Friday, August 17, 2007
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