Wednesday, February 28, 2007

february

Snap A Dozen Days


this year's costume for the Rakassah

February
February is about dance rehearsals. The Sabah Ensemble often performs at the Rakassah in March, making February a busy month for rehearsals. Sometimes instead of, or in addition to, working with the ensemble on the Rakassah, I have occasionally spent this time of year working on some other project. this is also the time of year that I have produced solo works, and one year, I even produced and entire benefit concert. Sometimes it's been a student performance with another class, or like last year, I worked with another dance company.
Whatever production is in process, it seems to me like February is always the month of intense rehearsals. Things have usually been quiet during the holiday season, and even though there may be rehearsals in the first month of the year, it's like a "slowly coming to speed" thing. It's like the the creative impulses that have been brewing over the long winter months get to do this "unfolding" and we all get to just witness what is there.
February, however, is usually the month that we begin to put the nose to the grindstone. Those early impulses will get shaped into something more structural, and later in February comes the time that sequences get rehearsed over and over and over again, not to get them perfectly fine tuned (that comes later), but so we have more opporunities to explore the piece in layers, and to delve deeper.

February is about my birthday. I love birthdays, everyones...but especially mine. This year I turned 40, and at the last minute ended up having a fantastic gathering of friends.


February is the warm wooden floors of dance studios, layers of exploration, layers of fabric and costuming, candy hearts, and birthday cake.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

house of crud



The above photo is an accurate representation of all I have seen since early Sunday morning.

A bed, really really bad daytime television, and lots of tissues.
I kid you not. I've hardly moved.
Lots of fever. Lots and lots of chesty coughing.

MyFavoriteKid has the crud too, and hasn't been able to go to school. Between the two of us, I really think the house should be quarantined. Every mug, cup, and teaspoon sits piled up as it has been used for warm teas, juices and doses of medicines. We could really use someone to come dig us out, but they should come wearing a hazmat suit. I did actually ask my parents go to the store and bring us fresh rations of fruit and more orange juice and whatnot so we don't also contract scurvy. We're so ill that my mom left the bags at the door and wouldn't step foot inside the house LOL.

If I owe you an email or if I'm not commenting on some big happenings on blogs...please forgive. I've read something like two posts in 3 days and I think my bloglines is about to blowup.


I'm going to go crawl back into the nesting pit now.

Friday, February 23, 2007

it is *just* an observation


blue is the color of disability





February + March = Blue/Gray/White @ Project Spectrum.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

in which i jump off a bridge, become gifted, and prepare for a doppelgagner moment

Jumping Off A Knitted Bridge

When I was in high school, it seemed that I, "jumped off bridges just because everyone else was doing it." It was not that I was heavily swayed by peer pressure. Actually, I was the nerdy odd girl that had a rebellious streak. I stuck out as different, and at some age became to like that. When I did jump off the bridges that other people were jumping off, I was usually the first one with a leg over...and if I wasn't, it was because my friends had (what seemed to be) some damn good ideas. Bungee jumping had not been invented yet.




Calorimetry.
Everyone's doing it.
And I am jumping off the knitted bridge because my friends have a damn good idea.

When I saw the original in Knitty, and I didn't give it a second glance. It wasn't until I saw everyone else's done up in different colors that I gave it notice (I keep thinking about the advice to photocopy patterns in black and white so that you can envision your own own color ideas on the sample...but knowing me, if I did that, I'd probably end up knitting everything grey).



I love this thing. I can tell I need to knit a few more. It really does keep my head warm, and I've needed that around here this winter. I feel a little ridiculous wearing a knitted hat indoors (I look especially silly wearing my kitty ears hat to bed), but I've been turning the heat way down, and having a warm head really helps. Calorimetry is just the ticket. Toasty!

I also love this because I got to put the handspun sent to me by TheBon to good and gorgeous use (who, btw, just phoned to say she has arrived in town! Woohoo! More on that below).

Calorimetry
Yarn: Handspun from TheBon, merino singles plied with beaded black perle cotton (approx 73 yds), photo of it as a skein found here
Needles: US #8, Denise
Pattern: Calorimetry
Finished: 2/8/07
Modifications:
* I reduced the cast on to 104 sts, then knit to my own center (which I decided for me was having 34 stitches on the outside ends of each marker)
* I was afraid I would not have enough yarn to complete the project, so I did the first 3 rows and the last 3 rows in a contrasting color., black (from stash, Cascade 220).
Notes:
My first thought was that having a button closure seemed pointless. I planned to seam it shut and use it like a regular head band. I am so glad I did not. I looooove that I can take the thing on and off without mussin' up all my dangly little tendrils. It rocks.

I ended up having enough of the handspun left over after all, so I knit myself a wristband. Now I can be all "matchy matchy."


Even after the wristband, I still had a bit of yarn left, so I tied so lengths of it onto an elastic hairtie to make this fun little ponytail holder. It makes me look like I have hair wraps or soemthing. I dig it. It's very fun. I dont have a pic of it, but if I can get one, I'll post it.

I'm have Calorimetry #2 on the needles with more leftover stash.
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Gifted



Karen the Dancing Lurker, knit me this absolutely gorgoues scarf for my birthday. I just love it, and have been wearing it often. It's very lofty and soft.



It is very hard to capture the color. It's sort of blue, sort of purple. I'm going to call it "purple-winkle." LOL



She used two really fine yarns held together throughout, but she couldn't remember what she uesed. I have a hunch one of them is Kid Silk Haze. She's made another scarf or two with the same stitch pattern, and I think she got the pattern at ArtFibers (but I'm not sure, so I'm not going to link to it). Maybe Karen will confirm that in the comments (hint-hint), or maybe not... because she usually only comments here when I talk about chocolate ;-)
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The Doppelganger Cometh

TheBon of CatharticInk has rolled into town to visit a friend of hers, and we have plans to hook up while she is here! We're going to Stitch N Bitch tonight, and over the next few days we'll be meeting up to do a little touring around for good photos to take (she likes to shoot buildings). I've heard talk of Ikea, too. We're also going to Stitches on Saturday. Oh, and if the timing works out, she'll stop by my place and give me a little spinning lesson on the new wheel.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

because it is that important

This is not the post I intended for today.
I was working on a knitting post this morning. I was uploading photos and took a break to sip tea and read some other people's blogs.
That's when I ran across something else that is going to have my head cracking wide open for quite some time. So I need to share it.

* Please watch the video clip that I will link to below.
* Please watch it ALL the way through, even if the first part seems challenging for you. In the second portion of the video, the author will offer an english translation for you, and it is a message worth waiting for.
* Please watch this if you interact with (or have wondered how to react to) people with autism or other cognitive disabilities.
*Please watch this if you engage in a psychological or spiritual practice that involves any sort of immersion method for connecting with all that is happening in the world around you.
* Please watch this if you create dance, music, art.

Thank you.
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The video: In My Language

What the creator of this work offers as a description: The first part is in my "native language," and then the second part provides a translation, or at least an explanation. This is not a look-at-the-autie gawking freakshow as much as it is a statement about what gets considered thought, intelligence, personhood, language, and communication, and what does not.

Found via: The Rolling Rains Report (click through for other thoughts and links)
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It must be the dancer/performer/artist in me, but I'd rather you guys just watch this, process it, and allow it to affect you in whatever way it does...as opposed to my offering my own conclusions.

I will say that it has moved me tremendously.
I will say that it definitely will have impact in my own dancing, and in the dancing I do with people with cognitive disabilities.
And I will say that I now want to figure out who in Radiohead is autistic ;-)

Saturday, February 17, 2007

the week in review

Monday Night: Puking marathon.

Tuesday: Napping on hospital guerney. Frequent pokes, prods, and x-rays.

Tuesday Night: Confusion about what day it is. Recon mission to Jamba Juice. Lord Of The Rings as lullaby.

Wednesday: All day spent discussing legal/lawsuit matters. Should have been resting, got 7 hours on the phone with attorneys instead. No food appealing, not even chocolate (read as = something definitely amiss).

Wednesday Night: Every muscle in body sore from the previous day's hurl-a-thon; Wonton soup with TheMostImprotantGuy. Wonder why settling the lawsuit doesn't feel like a huge relief. Finish the last dvd in the 5th and final season of Six Feet Under.

Thursday: Sour stomach. Would consider doing illegal things to obtain a massage, but too frumpy looking to attract customers. Watch more laundry pile up.

Thursay Night: Teach dance class. Rehearsal until midnight. No rest for the weary.

Friday: Body feels like crap. Mind unusually quiet. Breathing noticeably different. Thinking the last time I breathed this deep was 3 years ago.

Friday Night: Mom's chicken soup (the ElixerOfLife); Visiting with my 92 ("and a 1/2," says she) year-old grandmother visiting from out of state. Begin writing this blogpost from Dad's computer. Think that "the man who has everything" really needs me to get him DSL for his birthday.
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Rewind....and take a look at Wednesday night again.
I tried to slip in some big news when ya' weren't lookin'.
Now let's all join hands and sing Kumbaya (or pogo around and sing Blister In The Sun or something).

For those keeping track, I accepted a settlement offer in my lawsuit.





I'm afraid to talk about it too much because I'm afraid I'm going to jinx it. It sort of feels like knowing that you are pregnant, but only by a few weeks, and you're trying to figure out how to walk around with a dumb ass grin on your face, because you're trying to wait a little longer for things to "stick" before you go telling people.

As far as I'm concerned with this lawsuit, it aint over til the PhatLady sings, and she hasn't sung yet. So I'm announcing it, but I still haven't had a glass of champagne yet (which could partially be attributed to the fact that my tummy is still messed up and I'm afraid that the person I toast would be wearing it). This probably wont really hit me until the papers are signed (which is weeks away). Currently I am in some sort of phase of shock, denial, and/or suspicion about the whole thing.

TheMIGuy guesses it won't hit me until I see actual money. If that's the case, then just seeing the money probably wont be enough....I will probably need to go out to celebrate at a restaurant without worrying if some check is bouncing somewhere because I just used my ATM card LOL.

One big shift though. I did, at least, wake up yesterday morning not fretting about next week's court date (now moot). And it was a noticeable difference.
I felt a whole lot lighter.
I had a glimpse.
And all was quiet on the western front.
For the first time in a long time, I saw space inside my head.
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For those of you who have been hanging out being the best cheerleaders and mojo-providers ever:
THANK YOU.

Mission Accomplished.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

here. have a heart.



That's about as Valentinsey as I'm going to get.
(make your own damn candy hearts here)

I've never been into Valentine's Day (well, except as a little kid in school when we'd have those decorated cardboard shoebox/mailboxes on our desks and play mailman...but those days are long gone). It's not that I'm anti-Valentine's Day.
I have a terrible weakness for candy conversation hearts.
Today is a holiday that cranks out some of my most favorite handmade crafts.
And I'd never in a million years turn down a love note from my sweetie.
Or flowers.
Or dressing up for a fancy dinner out.
But those things mean so much more to me when they show up on some random day rather than some pre-designated commercialized day in February.

Oddly enough, even though I don't personally celebrate Valentine's Day, I actually have some bizarre thing going on where I enjoy watching other people celebrate it. I'm not quite sure what that says about me, but feel free to psychoanalyze.

Anyhow. I'm very lucky that my heart belongs to a Boy that feels the same way about holidays that I do, or today would be a bit odd!

So....To TheMostImportantGuy...since my heart belongs to You...here it is:



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I have some knitting to show, but it's going to need to wait for the next post.

Today I am still recovering from this:



A day in the emergency room.
And I am now going to ramble on about it.


Monday night MyFavoriteKid and I picked up some fast food. I won't say from where, but I will say it was supposed to be "Finger Lickin' Good." TheMostImportantGuy came by later that night so we could tuck in and watch the last few episodes of Six Feet Under, which we are very close to completing.

About 10pm, I started getting sharp abdominal pains, right below my ribcage. I was thinking it was some sort of gassy thing, so I popped some antacids and then had a few sips of some really fizzy soda water to make myself burp. By midnight, I was out on the sofa performing the hourly tossing-of-the-cookies. I couldn't keep a single thing down. Not even anti-vommitting medication, or even those tiny sips of water they always suggest.

Now, I've had food poisoning before, and I've had stomach flus, but what was really unusual about this was the quality, the location, and the intensity of the abdominal pain. I could not find one solitary position I could be in where it didn't hurt. Match that with the fact that I had no fever, and I didn't have the typical accomanying trots, if ya' know what I mean. I was up the entire night, except for a couple 10 minute catnaps between hurling sessions.

Around 6:30am Tuesday morning, I called the advice nurse to see if there was something I was forgetting to do, and to see if could make an appointment to come down and get an injection of this medication that stops the puking (I remembered this from the last food poisoning episode--which I got from frozen green beans, no less). Anyhow, after many questions and answers, the nurse put me on hold to review things with a doctor on duty, and they decided I needed to come to the emergency room, stat. Lovely. Why? Because it sounded like I needed an IV to replace lost fluids, and they don't do those in the clinic.

So TheMIG helped me pack MyFK off to school, and then drove me down to the ER. After a good long wait to get admitted and settled into a room, the doc comes in and wants to poke around my belly and that's when he asks about the scar. During my big 'ol traumatic event of a few years ago, they opened me up from sternum to pelvis to resuscitate me.
Heh. Don't ask me how I forget about that when I list my now very long list of previous surgeries. It's only like 18" long. I mean, it is definitely a feature LOL. It didn't even occur to me to mention it to the advice nurse over the phone earlier in the morning. But hey, since I'm in the ER throwing up, and nothing is exiting the normal channels if ya' know what I mean, they are now concerned about there being some sort of blockage caused by the previous injuries and surgeries. That didn't even occur to me, although it makes logical sense.

Well, 4 or 5 long naps, 3 IV's given, 2 x-rays taken, 1 injection for barfing (and a partidge in a pear treeeeeeee), and I'm fine. There was no obstruction. And there is no way to know what the actual cause of my illness was.
I hate that.

TheMIG stayed with me at the hospital all day, missing an entire day of work, just watching the drip of the IV and me napping, I suppose. He really didn't have to be there. I was asleep the whole time, but it was verrrry comforting to have a warm smiling face looking at me every time I cruised in and out of sleepyland (see!! Pfffft on Valentines Day...these are the days that warm my heart and show true love). At least TheMIG brought a good book. He was reading something that was making his laugh so hard that a few times he was practically crying, and he said that one time the nurse came in to check on things and he had to straighten himself up for fear he'd look like he was upset about my being in the hospital hahahaha.

After I was discharged, TheMIG brought me home and then left to catch up on his work day. MyFK's dad stepped in and came by to help the kiddo with homework. Somewhere in that timeframe, I crawled into bed and fell alseep again. When I woke up I thought it was sunrise of the next morning, but it was really just sunset of the same day. I always freak out when that happens. So there I was scrambling to get dressed, and yelling out to my child to wake up and get ready for school, and then I really freaked because my child wasn't even in the house! Once I got my wits about me, I realized that his dad had taken him out to dinner and to guitar lessons. I guess they tried to wake me up to say goodbye, I was down for the count.

Once MyFK returned home from dinner, I started getting hungry (a good sign) but didnt have anything in the house that sounded tasty. My body was craving protein, but everything I had in that category was difficult to digest. I wanted to go out and pick up a smoothie. MyFK didn't want to go out again, as he had just returned, so he offered to make me a "Steak Shake" out of found ingredients in the kitchen. Ummmmm...yah. I managed to talk him out of that, and we took a ride to the local Jamba Juice for a gi-normous protein shake. When we got home we watched a little Lord Of The Rings Trilogy and somewhere in there TreeBeard talked me to sleep.

So that brings me to today.

Conversation hearts sound utterly disgusting, as does the thought of gourmet chocolates in a shiny box with a red ribbon (which is a clear indication to me that I am still not back to normal--this girl never refuses chocolate), so it's a good thing nobody's getting either of those things for me anyhow.

My body is stiff from too many hours wretching and trying to curl up on an uncomfortable couch or a hospital bed, I have a bit of a headache, and a sour stomach. But I'm here typing a blogpost, so I must not be all that bad.

If my heart was all warm and fuzzy and lovely today for Valentine's Day, I'd never know it.

So it's a very good thing I can be warm and fuzzy and lovey every other day of the year.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

a little visual





I truly needed a pleasant distraction today, and I had fun tinkering with this.
It sort of reminded me of my ol' scrapbooking days!

Ganked from Snarkland (thank you!).

(ed to add: if you are reading this via bloglines, you must think I have a whole lot of fun with nothing. The image doesn't show up! You'll have to visit my blog directly, or better yet...just go make your own and tell me about it so I can check yours out!)

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

forest canopy shawl




Forest Canopy Shoulder Shawl
Yarn:
from Black Bunny Fibers in "Mexican Sunflower", handpainted laceweight merino wool(100g skein, approx. 880 yds)
Needles: Crystal Palace Bamboo 26" circulars, size US#6 (4.25mm)
Pattern: by Susan Pierce Lawrence, available here
Modifications: I did 15 pattern repeats (Susan recommended 14 for laceweight yarn to accomplish the suggested shoulder shawl size). It's good as it is, but I wished I had trusted my gut and done 17.
My Finished Measurements: 50" span, 23" down the spine
Started: November 23, 2006
Finished/Blocked: January 21, 2007 / February 1, 2007
Notes:
* This pattern was everything this designer promised. Perfect first shawl pattern. Excellent for gearing up to something more complex. Had the pattern memorized after the first repeat (very easy fabric to "read"). And it was a quick knit (I know it took me a long time as the calendar goes, but if I were to add up the actual hours spent knitting, I don't believe it was very many...and if you do it in the suggested yarn, it's gotta be a snap!).

* This shawl is a gift for an April birthday, and will be given with an accompanying shawl pin (I think this one, in the one in the upper left corner)...but if I were to knit another shawl for me, I'm not sure about the small size. I think I prefer traingular shawls a bit larger (I know I like stoles to be big). But I also think that a large traingular shape may = bad with crutches and/or wheelchair. So I'm going to try this shoulder size out with the pin before I gift it.

* The yarn is what made this such a joyful knit for me. These aren't colors that I normally wear. Oranges tend to wash me out a bit (although now that I see it on me, I'm kinda liking it!). Anyhow, this is my first time knitting with rusts, browns, and oranges...although I have always wanted to have them in my hands, if you know what I mean. It was a very warm and comforting colorway to have in front of me. The yarn felt comforting running through my fingers, and it blocked easily. The finished shawl is soft, lofty, and cozy.

* Using my handy dandy food scale, I see that I used a little less than half the yarn, so I could actually make a twin! But I think I might use it to make a wimple from Arctic Lace.

* The bamboo needles themseleves were great. They had a suitable point for the yarn, the bamboo was smooth but gave just enough grab on the yarn. I do not have words to tell you how much I hated the join, though. It was miserable. Supposedly this is their "new design" with the "improved" join! (my next shawl will be on Addis or KnitPicks, I think...I'm willing to brave the slick metal needles)

* My first time with the blocking wires. I reallllllly did not enjoy the process of getting damp knitting threaded onto the wires. Too fiddly and unpleasant. But once it was on the wires?? Ooooh, man. SO easy to manipulate. Using 1/10 the amount of pins on the straight edges and no scalloping made it worth suffering through the few minutes I didn't care for.

....and I'm already missing the lace and ready to to cast-on for more :-)

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

that's one big boat!


Boat.
Hahahaha--just kidding mom! I know it's a SHIP (she hates it when people call a ship a boat...oh, and mom, on the tv news some reporters were calling her a boat, and I found myself gritting my teeth, so you have officially rubbed off on me).

Actually, the Captain said the Queen Mary 2 isn't even a ship.
She's an OCEAN LINER.
And she's huge. In that pic above, see that little white square in the distance just to the left of the ship?? That's a cargo van.



The bridge.



The cabins, and the embarking zone for loaded-with-dough passengers (cheapest ticket was $21k...most expensive $186k).


What a fun outing we had yesterday!
After a hearty after school snack for MyFavoriteKid, we headed on over to SF. It seemed that everyone in town was heading down to the wharf to catch a glimpse of the QM2. This is the largest ship ever to enter the San Francsico Bay, and when she came in under the Golden Gate Bridge on Sunday, she only cleared it by 12 FEET!

Getting to the piers to see her was a little crazy making. There was a second cruise ship docked in SF yesterday. Traffic along the Embarcadero was horrendous, so we pulled off on a side street and walked (well, MyFK walked...I rolled). We scoped it out on a map this morning, and we think we covered about 4 miles round trip.

It was a pretty interesting thing. Not only were tourists everywhere, but all the locals were out in full force playing tourist, too.


(Just to give perspective, this shot was taken on full zoom from across a 4 lane street that has a trollycar station and two platforms in the median)

Come dinner time though, one thing us "local tourists" know that the real visitors don't, is how to avoid the tourist traps and head for the secret hiding spots.

See, us locals know where to find The Mecca O' Crab Season down at Fisherman's Wharf.



We walked right past the schmancy restaurants serving up crab dinners for $28 a head, and made way instead for the waterfront crabshacks.



For 19 bucks we scored enough crab to feed both of us, plus clam chowder, a pile of fries, some sodas, and salt water taffy. Score.


After dinner we took the long trek back to the car, stopping by to catch one last look at Her Majesty.



Just. Gorgeous.

More official word and video about her arrival can be found here.

(ps..MyFK took that night shot, and wants/deserves credit for it. Oops, my bad...he also took that earlier side shot of the ship, too).
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I did have a RudeGimpMoment yesterday. I bit off the head of a well-to-do-er. I thought I'd outgrown that, but I can be such a bitch it's probably silly for me to buy into that belief.

Look at this pic again.



Wayyyyy down in the bottom left-ish corner of the photo, you can see a black gate, and then the heads of many people pressed up against the black gate, trying to take photos between the bars.

People were stacked up behind the fence about 5 people deep. But it wasn't like being at a heavy metal concert where you plant yourself firmly in the front row with a throng of people behind you pushing forward (been there, done that...so I know). Everybody yesterday was playing nice. People would get their turn up at the fence, they'd take a picture, they'd ooh and ahh for a moment, they'd leave, and then the next person behind them would move forward and take their turn.

Well, we did that drill during the daylight hours, and when went back to the ship at night, MyFK and I decided to do it again. We waited in the fence queue to get another photo. There was this lady standing next to me who was determined to help get me in closer. I kindly told her, "I don't mind waiting my turn, but thank you." Then she snapped at two people who didn't see me down low, and unintentionally tried to cut in front of me. She intervened before I even had a chance to handle it on my own. I (still kindly, but more firmly) informed her, "I can take care of it. I'm in no rush. I'm fine waiting. But thank you."

Then she blew it.

When there was finally only one person ahead of me and I was about to be next, she tapped the shoulder of the person in front of me who was just getting their photo op, and says to them, "This lady in the wheelchair wants to ask if she can get in to take a picture." Then she grabs the handles of my wheelchair to push me in closer.

Wait.
*I* want to ask if I can get in closer??????
I still have steam coming out of my ears.
Can't. Keep. Typing.
*long pause*


Ok. So.
I took her wrist, removed her hand from my chair (you might not think you are touching me, but you are in fact, touching a part of me, for the record), and told her, "I am capable of handling myself in a crowd, thank you very much. And I do not need an advocate. If I need help, I will ask for it."

Which in print doesn't sound all that bad.
But of course I can't convey the tone in which it was said. And I wasn't being courteous. courtesy.

But whatever.

I want to ask, "Why don't people get it??" But we've been over this before here already. I just have to remind myself that some people don't. I doubt my pissy-ness is going to be all that educational, though.
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Not wanting to end this post on a bummer note...let me say that the annoying moment mentioned above was the only poopy thing that happened all weekend (and I'm including Monday as part of the weekend...it was such a fun adventure).

This past weekend was just awesome.

Originally, I was supposed to go out of town for my birthday weekend with TheMostImportantGuy. But the more I sat with that I realized that I really didn't want to go anywhere. What I really wanted was a party. So very late in the game, like midweek....I sent out an evite to a bunch of folks inviting them to meet me at a local brew pub that served food and was kid friendly. I figured it was such a late invitation that most everyone already had plans and that maybe 8 people would show. There ended up being close to 30 people. Several of whom brought gifts, many of which were chocolate (I was even gifted a chocolate/sugar body scrub...do people know me or what?!). And my folks are so cool...they showed up wtih a birthday cake and candles (yay!). It was just a really great night, and it was fantastic to have so many great people around me.

On Sunday I had a quiet, loungy, lazy morning with TheMIG watching some of the last season of Six Feet Under. Later I went over to a friend's for a SuperBowl party where I ate ribs and tri-tip, ignored the game but watched the commercials, and knit.

Could not have possibly asked for a more well rounded and fantastic weekend :-)

Thank you all for the birthday wishes! Some of you I have replied to, some of you I am catching up on, and some of you I can't reply to at all because I dont get your email addys with the comments...but thank you very much for all the well wishes!!!

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Speaking of knit.
I had pics of the shawl taken over the weekend...but this post is already too long and has too many photos, so I'll do that tomorrow!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

today i am this many











Friday, February 02, 2007

blogger (silent) poetry reading day

dedicated to TheMIG




Love Song

How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark,
in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
O sweetest of songs.


~Rainer Maria Rilke~
New Poems 1907-1908
translations: Cliff Crego & Stephen Mitchell

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ed. to add: To read more about this Poetry Day, go here. I was reminded about this via Cara's blog. Last year's poem, here.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

color block

I don't know about you, but I'm sitting here trying to figure out where the hell January went. Whooosh...and there you have it. An entire month just went whizzing by.

Getting into February, however, means I get to start paying attention to the colors blue, grey, and white.



I joined Project Spectrum this year, and I am really looking forward to it. I entirely missed the boat during last year's go-round.

I'm not intending on this being a driving force in my knitting choices neccessarily, although I did find it highly entertaining to start the process by whipping out all of the associated yarn. I really just pulled out the yarn as an easy way to get all of colors in one place. I plan to leave the basket in view for awhile to reflect on.

My personal plan with Project Spectrum, is to try to notice the colors within my surroundings, and see what, if anything, gets stirred up in me just by my observing. Rather than knitting in the suggested colors, I'm thinking lots of photos and maybe some writing, perhaps.

Of course I say I won't be knitting projects in the colors, but I am. Go figure. Little ol' Ms.F ickle, I am. Late last night in the witching hour, I cast-on for Teva Durham's Turtleneck Shrug (found in Scarf Style). The yarn is Rowan Kid Classic in a deep Midnight Blue, so dark it almost looks black (it's that one in the 2 o'clock spot in the basket photo above). I've been wanting to make this for awhile, and whaddya know...it's great timing with it also being one of the Project Spectrum colors.
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I did not however (*ahem* Kathy!) cast-on, or pass go, or collect my $200 without promising myself to do this first thing in the morning:



A few more photos here.

I'll do a final FO report once it dries and I can get some good daylight for a proper photoshoot. Can't do that right now because the sky is grey. So instead I'll go ponder the overcast for awhile.