Monday, July 28, 2008

I am extremely not impressed by my Toronto roommate situation. One roommate in particular keeps ingesting everything anyone leaves in the fridge. I have been avoiding this by keeping my stuff in my own little fridge in my room, but I have this big pitcher that doesn't fit in my little fridge. The other day, I was feeling crappy, and desirous of pink lemonade. I desperately miss Nova Scotia, and pink lemonade is becoming a lifeline. Don't ask me why. It's happy and pink.

I made it extra-strong, just the way I like it (and just perfect for mixing with a little tequila when the Greek homework is weighing me down). I got home from Greek class today, and I felt like crap, and it's hot and gross here, and I wanted some lemonade. It is gone. My freaking roommate drank nearly an entire pitcher of extra-strong pink lemonade.

I think I'm going to kill him.

And then I'm going to come home.
33 days, 7 hours, 46 min, 44 seconds.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Somebody pinch me 'cause--

I just wrote 2,603 words of research paper on...

The Knitting Cottage Industry in the Shetland Islands Between 1833 and 2005.

Oh yes I did.
For my "Shaping of Modern Britain" course, for a professor whose specialty is naval mutinies in WWII.

I hope he doesn't die of "bwuh?" when he reads it. I've really enjoyed his class, and I don't want to disappoint!

Also--I kinda want to write a book about Shetland knitting or something. This was by far the most fun I've ever had writing a research paper.
So why did I put it off until I had 16 hours to go?
I'm a bright one.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Help with Yarn Identification

Hey KOL girls:
At the yarn swap this summer I picked up a partial ball of something. I used it to make a tea cozy around Christmastime, and have since written up the pattern for the cozy (linked in last post), but as much as I'd love to recommend this yarn to people (and use it again, myself!) I don't actually know what it is!

It was a thick-and-thin single, dk/light worsted, navy/blue/green with hints of bronze and flecks of white. It's at least mostly wool, probably all wool, and it's fairly soft. There was probably 40g, and it was wound in a center-pull ball. Due to my terrific planning-ahead skillz, I don't have a picture of it before I knit it up, but here are a few pictures of the finished project. The color, on my monitor, is right in between that of these pictures. The colors are saturated, like in the first picture, but the navy is a little more prominent, like in the second. Anybody recognise it?

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Tea Mitten Pattern finished!

About three months ago I made a tea cozy for my Brown Betty, and I was so delighted with it that I immediately posted it on Ravelry, promising to write up the pattern as soon as possible.

Well, it seems that tonight was the soonest possible, but this pattern is finally available in .pdf format from my sidebar on the right. It has not yet been test knit by someone-not-me, however, so if anybody reading this does decide to make it, and finds there to be oddities and confusions, I ask them to let me know right away so that I can fix it.

Tea Mitten on Ravelry
Download the PDF

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A Query...

I know a few people who read this ride their bikes somewhat regularely in town, and I've got a question about an altercation I witnessed today:

I was waiting on Robie St. across from the old QEH for bus 42. When the bus in question began up the slight incline to the bus stop, there was a man on his bicycle even with the back curbside wheels of the bus. Since I was standing there, wanting a ride, the bus needed to pull towards the curb, meaning the fellow on his bike was in an awkward position, his road narrowing and then disappearing. I didn't see exactly what he did, but as soon as the bus stopped, he pulled around and stuck his head in the door saying things like "Come on, man, you totally cut me off back there." The bus driver just denied having done anything of the sort, and after a couple exchanges of these phrases, the 42 pulled away down Robie.

(Completely unrelatedly, the bicycle beat us to the other end of Robie, primarily due to not having to wait all stacked up at traffic lights.)

So...what would have been correct procedure for both vehicles in that situation? Clearly the cyclist was in the awkward position of the disappearing lane, which would definitely be unpleasant, but the bus couldn't really have just not picked me up, because the entire point of the bus is to pick up and deposit passengers. It didn't appear that the bus was at all racing the guy--it was just an unfortunate bit of timing.

Who was in the wrong? What would have been the best procedure in that instance? Oh cyclists of the world, I ask you what you think!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The electronic family grows...

I interrupt this entrancing blogging silence to report:
My dear laptop, Olivia, has been limping along since Christmas. Finally, I have caved, wrestled with Futureshop and the Visa people for a week (I have the safest credit card in the world. Not even I can use it!), and I am pleased to report that Madeleine has begun her journey from Mississauga today.


Sunday, February 3, 2008

Batter my heart...

Though I am a day late for the Feast of St. Brigid, here is my contribution to the Silent Poetry Reading.

John Donne was always dear to my mother's heart, and she had us memorise many of his poems when I was growing up. Here is a sonnet that battered my heart last semester, and I hope that these "best words in the best order" speak to you, too.

Holy Sonnet XIV
John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy:
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Metal-on-pavement is the new Mozart!

Dear Dalhousie,

I appreciate that you must have the parking lot outside my window cleared for tomorrow morning--really, I do. What I object to is the necessity to plow it after 1am outside of a residence that houses 100 of your students. This is an extremely unfortunate situation for all those already sleep-deprived and health-ailing students that give you so much money.

No love,
Sleep-deprived and ailing student #0442680

Thursday, December 20, 2007


Yes, disgraceful. This blogging thing has gotten out of hand--or should I say that school has gotten out of hand! I was able to make it to KOL only once this semester, after choir let out for the year. See, I have choir practice from 6:30-8:30 on Tuesday nights, and by the time I would get out of practice and down to the Wired Monk it's closing time. It won't change next semester, either, so until the Monk's hours go longer for the summer, I'm going to be KOL-less! Nevertheless, I'm reading everyone's blogs, and I'm even teaching myself to be a well-behaved reader and comment!

I'm in Iowa now visiting family for Christmas, and yes, I had something of an eventful trip down. Fortunately I got out on Sunday morning before the nasty weather. I had connections through Washington DC and Chicago, so I was steeling myself for an overnight in O'Hare. Ironically, the only delay I experience had nothing to do with weather at all!

I got out of Halifax just fine, and we made it to Washington in a more or less timely manner. We boarded the plane on time, and settled into our seats. I even struck up a conversation with my seat partner, a charming man with distinguishedly graying temples and two children my age. We sat at the gate for ten minutes or so, but weren't showing any signs of moving. Then the intercom crackles, and the stewardess informs us that we are missing the First Flight Officer, which seems to be something of a co-pilot. They're sure he must be around here somewhere, and they're doing everything they can to locate him.

Fifteen minutes pass.

The stewardess addresses us again, sounding considerably more agitated. The First Flight Officer--she here gives his full name--has not shown up for work this morning. They are very sorry for this delay, and they will be snatching an officer off an incoming flight as soon as possible. Apparently the soonest possible was coming in in an hour, and were were welcome to deboard and get some lunch while we waited.

This delay, naturally, resulted in missed connections for at least a third of the plane. Still, the stewardesses were remarking as we deboarded just how good everyone was being about it. For some reason, this guy not coming to work made a whole lot more sense than ice storms. When, an hour later, the new First Flight Officer stepped on board, he was greeted with applause.

(must run, will update shortly)

Friday, November 2, 2007

FO! The Snowdrop Shawl

FO: Snowdrop Shawl

Pattern: Snowdrop Shawl, by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee
Yarn: Knit Picks Shadow, in "Sunset Heather." (100% merino)
Needles: 4.5mm Addi Turbo Lace Needles
Mods: None (wow!)
The Making Of:
Pattern -- This was my first laceweight project, and my first shawl. I'm hopelessly addicted now, and I'm already drowning in laceweight! The pattern is great for beginners, because it's an easily-memorized repeat, and purling back across the back. I love the i-cord bindoff along the top, and the clean but sturdy edge it makes! I think the skeleton of this shawl will easily become my shawl recipe.
[NOTE: The edging was a pain!, but adds so much. I'm glad I did it!]
Yarn -- I've already ordered more! The heathered yarn looks amazing in almost any light. Under natural sunlight the blue and gold and purple fibres in the predominately burgundy yarn really pop. This is a truly gorgeous Autumn shade! The yarn knit up well and remains very soft, not at all scratchy. It blocked quite comfortably, too, and remains sharp even after heavy use the last couple months.