On p. 70, near the end of a chapter on nineteenth-century knitting in Yorkshire schools, prisons, and homes, Hemingway implies that being taught to knit in school according to a curriculum is what led to holding the needles "British" style (I've always heard "English" and have no idea how Welsh, Scottish, Cornish, or indeed Manx knitters may have tended to position their hands). At home, she says, they'd probably continued the older manner of "holding needles under fists" and throwing the yarn "continental" style. Interesting, though because there aren't enough trappings of scholarly approach, I have no idea whether Hemingway was able/interested in scholarly due diligence....
She suggests that the cables aren't mirrored in ganseys because of an old fear of mirrored reflection; she describes green as the forbidden color on account of "creation/god" (p. 92), though I know it as fairy-color from medieval texts. (Or any number of other things, including Buchan's Witch Wood.) In any case, vanishingly few bird motifs on ganseys, either.
ObContemporaryRetake: Seascale and Ardmore fall into one basket; Rocquaine and Guernsey make another.
(Who knows whether she'll even wear her cardigan---she hasn't worn the poncho that she requested and I knitted two years ago---but this pattern is loose enough to fit me, too, though the sleeves would be short. We currently wear the same storebought shirt size but with different proportions at each point. Anyway, Reason wants like burning to inherit this cardigan despite being too small for it now, and I've been bidden not to rip it back.)
I've realized that for the paired indigo-cochineal shawls, the two colorways are too similar to make the bicolor mosaic motif "pop" properly. There's a US source that sells both Hespa---though not in the colorways my mother has bought---and conventionally dyed Ístex. I've made my best guess at one skein for just the mosaic rows; the stripes that frame them can use the gifted yarn and be a bit patchy. My stash included a bit of Ístex einband already, so it was clear upon meeting the Hespa skeins that they use the same yarn base.
* A week after Irma had passed him, my father declared that all was well except for how much the media had lied to everyone to let supermarkets drive prices up for water and supplies. I informed him that he was lucky and changed the subject. His electrical power is still out, but somehow that has nothing to do with whether the radio's weather announcer lied.
#notalloctogenarians but they sure sound like five-year-olds sometimes. No doubt the contrast would be less inviting if I weren't able to compare numerous six- and seven-year-olds of my acquaintance favorably to my father, eh? I'm aware that sometimes people just never "grow up." He did; I remember. It's a blessing that he doesn't remember what he's lost and losing---that would be harder all around.
Meanwhile, the same phone chat made it clear that he's become able to sympathize with his incomplete picture of my health issues/concerns because partner has talked with him about them. Doesn't matter what I say. But I understand a bit better now how he failed to comprehend my mother's illness with Bell's palsy for two years, longer than most people suffer it, since she had no rest or help. Then they divorced, which should've happened sooner, and her life improved. That part is years and years ago, during my early twenties.
* It is difficult to use the internet to research specific remedies and palliative measures (for me) without swimming forever amidst groundless hearsay. Bring back 1997. (Not really.)
I'm teaching a Heraldry 101 class tomorrow at Kingdom A&S and I have exactly one thing typed for a hand out - my list of sources. Everything else is going to be a quick run down, showing off SENA and the Admin Handbook, and then questions! I like answering questions. I will make sure my phone is ready to go and maybe even my notebook computer since it's sometimes easier to see something on that screen that a phone screen.
I am a terrible lecturer. AND Adalyde put me up against Morin's Poison Garden class. HOW COULD SHE. I've offered a prize to whoever shows up to my class with Morin's handout.
I loaned out Seasons 2 and 3 of Game of Thrones to Jenna. She devoured Season 1, so I need to eventually pick up the physical copies of Seasons 4-7.
Dystopia Rising has been awesome lately, I've decided to create a Rover Sawbones (basically a combat medic) and I'm pretty sure I will not use a weapon the first couple of games. Mostly because I need the build for other stuff. Like Rescue and Scrounge and other stuff like that.
I forgot that there was a youngish James Woods in John Carpenter's Vampires. I like this movie a lot, no joke. Then again, I like James Woods. But the effects are really neat. Daniel Baldwin makes me groan a lot, though. I'm not a huge fan of him.
I have an awful lot of stuff to get ready for the month of October. It is full of stuff to do - first weekend in October is actually empty, then there's Coronation, Four Horsemen, Diamond Wars and GAHSS, DR:AR (debuting my Rover on my birthday weekend) and then my cousin Caitlin's wedding. Wow. Busy.
Will made the Scholar's Bowl team at school, and practices start next Tuesday. I don't expect to hear anything about Math Team until October, but those practices have been on Wednesdays, so he shouldn't have a problem doing both.
Connor's after school Spanish class isn't meeting this year because not enough students enrolled. I've found an alternate activity for him on Wednesdays, some sort of board game club, but it only meets twice every six weeks. He has a field trip next week to some sort of environmental preserve, so I signed up as a chaperone in order to tag along and investigate.
Symphony chorus rehearsals start back Monday. Sadly we are no longer scheduled to participate in the Harry Potter soundtrack performance, but we do have the tribute piece and the Bach Magnificat to look forward to learning.
I've just acquired some of the latest LEGO Dimensions expansions, although I had to go to my local Best Buy to find them - surprisingly, Amazon hasn't stocked them. I'm hearing rumors that LEGO is going to quietly stop releasing new expansions, which is too bad, but I can understand why if the game wasn't successful enough to justify the continued expense of developing new content. And the update process is still very frustrating - my console has been trying to download and install the latest updates for over an hour now, and I had to free up system storage again before it would even get started.
I need to sign off now - I have a meeting in 45 minutes with one of Will's teachers and I haven't eaten anything yet.
One movie had a somewhat satisfying ending (bad guy gets trapped in a room rull of angry ghosts of people that were killed as a result of his douchenaggery!) in a way that was completely antithetical to the setup (spooky ghosts that were scaring the protagonist and family, are ... suddenly friendly to her wtf).
But the one I just finished watching makes me want to *kick things*. And I don't know what's worse, the fact that it was written this way or the fact that I saw it coming.
CW: anti-autism wtfery. Also spoilers for unnamed movie.
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That beauty and the beast project I'm playing with? I keep being tempted to make the Beast autistic, and the enchantress or fairy or whoever cursed him into beast form just totally misread him (or he said something true but impolite and pissed her off) and is an asshole for what she did, or something.
I worry about doing it wrong, because -- as much as I suspect I have some aspergers-y traits, I am totally not autistic, and risk falling into cliches -- but at least I wouldn't be *points upward* THAT fucking wrong
On another hand, I agree with this stranger, who seems to have a stronger basis than I for similar views: the whole undertaking in which Lilian uncovers her father's past by talking with random Chinese people to whom she is introduced hopscotch-wise is a crock. ( Read more... )
Unlike the linked reviewer, I like father Gary's unsympathetic nature, one of the few things that gels for me here. War and spying are hard. Books need antiheroes sometimes.
We did end up losing power on Monday afternoon, and as of now (Wednesday afternoon) it still hasn't been restored. Here's hoping that it's up by the time I get back from campus today -- Emory cancelled Monday and Tuesday, but is open today. At least...at least I have a good explanation for why I don't have my readings for class done? Since they're all on my laptop. This is why we don't have power. GDOT took the tree down yesterday afternoon/evening; Housemate R went up to check the situation out this morning (it's just up the street from us, about a five minute walk) and said that Georgia Power is working on it, and since there's an elementary school, a senior center, and a major intersection right there we're hopeful that it will be resolved today. (The City of Decatur said that getting power back to the elementary schools is one of their priorities for the day, so here's hoping -- apparently all the schools in the city except the high school had no power as of last night.)
This is the third time a tropical depression, tropical storm, or hurricane has blown through within the first couple weeks of school for me -- Gustav when I was a freshman, a tropical depression when I was a senior (I think that was only a depression, not a storm), and now Irma in grad school. Apparently Atlanta's first ever tropical storm, just my luck. Leave New Orleans, get a hurricane anyway...
We still have water and gas, which means we even have hot water and I was able to take a shower by candlelight last night. So things could be worse, but I would really like power back.
It's going to take some adjusting to get used to the evening rehearsals; luckily it's once a week, but it's 7-9:30, which means I'm up well past my bedtime, as opposed to the 4-6 rehearsals I'm used to), but I like the feel of the group way better. It was fun to sing again, even if we *did* take the kyrie at like quarter speed and did some of the movements on "da" instead of words. (I am very aware of the fact that I have done the Requiem multiple times, so have plenty of familiarity, and even if it were the first time I'm a damn good sightreader, but that not everyone is me, and not everyone has seen it before, and so I can be patient ... at least for a bit, lol)
I feel vaguely guilty not doing my usual chorus -- I suspect it's going to be low numbers, and it's quite possibly the conductor's last year, though he's been "close to retirement" for at least three or four years. But I don't have energy to do both, and the choir I'm not doing this year hasn't really been feeling fun lately, just more of an obligation. And I wasn't getting paid enough for that. The Chorale director is better about realizing that we're there to have fun -- by singing, yes, but the other director would sometimes get upset at the choir for not being professional level, and that kind of isn't fun to endure. (Not that the upset wasn't justified -- there were times that we'd be going over really basic stuff in the week before performance -- but it was a bit demoralizing.)
Anyway. Yay for being back singing -- and fucking yay for it being fun again.
Trying an app does not commit you to continuing with that app.
Really. Even if the app gives bonuses for daily activity.
The world will not end if you stop doing the crossword apps (you know, the ones that you find at best mildly annoying and at worst frustrating). Nor do you have less moral value for "giving up". And while crosswords are supposedly good for your brain, so are other things; it's less that crosswords are magic bullets, and more that using your brain is good. So is sleeping, and reading, and other things you could be doing with the extra time.
If you don't find a game actually *fun*, it's okay to stop doing it. I promise.
(Note to future self: if crossword apps turn out to be super duper important after all, I apologize for stopping. -you know who)
(Is "Frau" used by age at present, or is it reserved for married women? It's moved at least once within my lifetime.)
Status: looks like ___Sand's half-knitted collar will amount to a skein and a half (50g skeins), and then there'll be icord without end, amen. Pi shawl has resumed forward motion after the heat has let up a bit, though it's still 30 C = 86 F in my house right now, after sunset.
My mother has returned from her travels with some lovely einband yarn dyed with cochineal and indigo. Now I seem to be on the hook for not one Herbarium shawl but three, and Reason and my mother can be purple-pink twinsies next year 8-| while I retain my plan of off-white x pale sage. (The first of the pair has become the new office project, since two Tidblads at once is boring.) Cochineal á íslensku is kaktuslús koshinelle, according to the yarn label, jartulitað: cactus-louse cochineal, earth-dyed? Not sure about jartu-.
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ION, my 3yo desktop machine, which has already had its power supply replaced under warranty (which led to time-consuming shenanigans re: software license keys), makes a little grinding noise every time I turn it on. Hmmmm. The warranty expired 5 Sept 2017. :P Since I no longer have a professional need to run InDesign or oXygen with large data files and am increasingly unlikely to play more than one big PC game every two years, I'm pondering whether its eventual successor will be a laptop, which'd use less electricity. Does anyone have recs or cautions for recent, non-Apple laptops of small-business caliber? The one thing I always splurge on is RAM, to make a machine become obsolete more slowly; "home" machines are ruled out when you start with 16 GB. (I do still run oXygen sometimes, and now I use IntelliJ.) I've liked Dell and Lenovo laptops in the past, and Toshiba a long time ago.
Anyway. I haven't done more writing up the apps I like best, but one of my newer ones did a "we will give you 50 gems for leaving a review in the App Store", and I figured the information may as well go here too. I've added a bit of detail so it more matches the previous rec post, but it's only one app this time. (Not necessarily my favorite though... but high on the list. I may eventually get to reviewing the more meh apps/games, but I'm doing the ones I like first.)
Indiana Jones meets The Mummy meets "smash all the pots" video game rpg logic, with a charming retro feel and a sense of humor.
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1. I am in Georgia! I moved last month. So far Atlanta is mostly driving me crazy with its lack of a grid system, whose bright idea was that? Emory's campus is the same way, and both are really frustrating to me because while I have a very spatial memory, I didn't realize until now how dependent I am on being able to orient myself, which I just...can't do here. It's basically impossible for me to orient myself anywhere in Atlanta or on campus, or in Decatur, which is where I'm living now. So I get lost very easily. I'm pretty sure Emory is built on a fold in the space/time continuum or into a fairy hill or something, it would explain a few things.
2. School is fine; we're on week 3 (more or less; due to Labor Day I've only had my Monday class once) and unfortunately I have two 4:30-7:30 seminars and one 1:00-4:00 seminar, and those late afternoon classes are killing me. In some ways it's preferable to having morning classes; on the other hand, they wipe me out for the rest of the evening. Three seminars is also a lot; I've had seminars before but always mixed in with lectures, never just seminars. Well, Leicester was seminars, but they were two hours and there were only two of them a semester, not three.
3. The housemate situation is good, if occasionally disorienting because living with new people is always An Experience. But so far she's very sweet and I like her a lot.
4. I went to Dragon Con last Saturday, just for the day, which was an interesting experience -- my first non-Star Wars Celebration con. I was in the vendors' hall the whole time, since I thought about it and I thought about it and eventually decided against going to any of the Star Wars panels. (I thought about going up Friday too since that was when most of the SW stuff was, and decided not to.) But it was fun, and -- and it was such a relief being in a fannish space and knowing I wasn't going to turn a corner and see my ex, since she's in England. Just an enormous relief. Also I bought a lot of things, since, see again, spent the entire day in the vendors' hall. (Also I discovered the Peachtree street problem in downtown Atlanta is real; who put Peachtree Street and Peachtree Center Avenue NEXT TO EACH OTHER?)
5. I am in High Panic Mode because Atlanta's in Irma's path, though presumably by the time it gets here it will have downgraded to a tropical storm or depression. But I don't like not knowing how to react; Atlanta is a bit less blase about hurricanes than New Orleans, and not being in university housing for the first time in my student life means that I don't have the reassurance of knowing that the university is looking out for me, either. The discrepancy between the news going DEATH DOOM DESPAIR (and people buying up water in the grocery stores) and Emory going "yeah, whatever, we're keeping an eye on it but you still have class on Monday" is really throwing me. I HAVE TO DO HOMEWORK? I'VE SCHEDULED THIS TIME FOR PANIC! And then I feel guilty about it because it's not like I'm in Florida or Texas or any of the islands that got hit a few days ago, and if/when Irma reaches northern Georgia it'll just be rain and wind. (With a high likelihood of a power outage, as my significantly-calmer-than-me housemate informs me, so I had to confess to her that power outages make me flip out pretty badly. But the fact that she's pretty calm is helping with the fact that I am, uh, a nervous wreck.)
It felt like several mini-dreams, almost repeated, but that could have been an illusion and it was one dream where I simply saw the same thing again and again. I was watching Hamlet (yes, we know where THAT's from!), but only the Yorick scene (photo? what photo? *walks off whistling innocently*); but every time it was a different presentation of the skull - different lighting, different skull, and so on. The only one I remember clearly was where the skull was actually a hologram, just hovering in mid-air. But the colours of the lighting were all different (why, hello, Thor: Ragnarok posters...), though they didn't appear in 'rainbow' order. I think the skull-hologram was red.
And then I woke up & went to the loo, and went back to sleep (dreamlessly, as far as I can remember) for another three hours and so woke up late.