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July 27, 2006

It's Thursday...

...and what a week it's been! My eyes are killing me--I think I need to get to bed soon. First, however, I've got to drink about a gallon of water to rehydrate.

Now that I'm done (more or less) with those essays that had to be read, I've slowed considerably on my blanket. Still working away on it, though, but the siren song of fall is calling and I'm itching to work on some new sweaters. Hold me back!

And Project Runway? Angela's crazy-as-s*&% bubble skirt and slutty top a la BRITISH HEADMISTRESS THROWING A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR HER DOG PATTY CAKE IN PARIS? What was up with that outfit? While I understand why Katy got the axe (and, really, she wasn't long for PR, given that she's really and truly a sportswear girl), Angela has got to go. Far away. From those combat boots.

Can't help but wonder who will be kicked out and for what--I'm on pins and needles!

July 24, 2006

Checking In

I'm still around. Gosh, I really miss blogging! I've been busy reading lots of essays for a research project. While reading, I've been knitting away on a Moderne Log Cabin:

I'm using some Lamb's Pride Superwash from my stash, which makes me feel good. Loving the all-garter-all-the-time action--I don't have to really look at what I'm doing, which was perfect for this essay reading. I read over 400 of them. My eyes hurt.

Back to the writing grindstone tomorrow. Everyone have a good night!

P.S.--Anyone watching Project Runway? I was quite sad about Malan...

July 11, 2006

No Interesting Title

Writing a dissertation is hard.

It's a big project. You always second guess yourself. You always think you haven't read enough--and sometimes you're right. You live in fear of criticism, not because you think you can't be wrong, but because you are certain that you are wrong. And you never feel like you're smart enough to be admitted into the club.

Just thought I'd share.

I'm knitting lots of baby bibs. So if I know you in RL and you've had a baby recently, you may see some bibs coming your way. They are great projects. Bibs and socks, socks and bibs. That's what I'm reduced to, since this project that I'm working on pretty much saps my ability to string a coherent thought together. I've found that I prefer the solid Sugar/Peaches 'n Creme colors to the variegated. I don't mind pooling in my socks, but baby bibs should be, imho, solid punches of color punctuated by well chosen embellishments. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.*

But there is something popping up on the horizon. I want to knit my wedding veil. No, we haven't set a date yet, but I know that I'll have at least 6 months to do it, since we have to do the Catholic six month waiting period once we set the date. So that little project is running around in the back of my head, eating up whatever thinking cells remain.

And if you're itching to read something, I've got another blog at http://www.speaklightning.com. Sparsely updated, but will eventually become a teaching/professional sounding board.

Enjoy your Tuesday!

*It's amazing, isn't it, how irritated you can get over the most trivial things when you are under stress?

July 06, 2006

Twiddling

All pieces of the Pearl Buck are done. Seaming to start sometime soon.

I'm sitting here wondering what to do next. It's purple month. So something purple. I'm going to think on that.

I miss my blog. I'll be back soon.

July 02, 2006

What Has the World Come To?

I just heard McGruff, the crime dog, suggest that people talk to their neighbors (Just Say Hello) to reduce crime in their neighborhoods.

Are things that bad in the typical neighborhood? In the subdivision behind my duplex, someone turned in a guy who had three rooms in his rented house tricked out for a serious marijuana cultivating business. I don't know the names of my neighbors, but we wave and say hello--well, everyone around me EXCEPT for the 50-something dad and his teenaged son who have the other unit in my duplex. He NEVER says hello or smiles or waves when I see him.

Maybe McGruff is onto something...