Blank

The past couple weeks have been kind of dreary, both weather-wise and life-wise, excluding the brief interlude of the sheep and wool orgy two weeks ago. The weather has been blah and I have been feeling rather blah as there are no real exciting personal prospects on the horizon. There has been family tension and I have been feeling like it is my lot in life to just be alone. Perhaps I have been watching too much lovey-dovey stuff on TV. Perhaps I am still upset over he who never called. I don't really know.

I keep plodding away on the sweater; I only have half a front and a sleeve left before the finishing and this time it should fit. Besides that the sheep and wool seems to have inspired me to jump into new projects as I have a sock, 2 scarves, and a felted bag on the needles. I am also thinking of starting a pouch that I can felt with the bag over thanksgiving and give to my mom for christmas. And there is the lovely alpaca that will perhaps become a wrap sweater from knitty, if I can get the yarnovers right and figure how to fix the gauge.

Bookity book

I just finished three more books. The first 2 were so boring and predictable that I don't know why I even bothered finishing them, so I won't even go into naming what they were. The third was Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, which I liked, though I found the style of the book a little too modern and experimental for me. It reminded me a lot of The History of Love : A Novel by Nicole Krauss. Both novels had a tendency to jump around a bit, though Everything is Illuminated had a much broader timeline, stretching from the 18th Century to the present day. Also both novels had the same tone of telling a history, but not a straightforwad one. Both told their stories in a somewhat circular fashion and never made anything crystal clear. I suppose this is the modern way to tell a story, but I wonder if we will look back and see novels like these as masterpieces or simply books.

Happiness and Sunshine

Though last week was filled with rain and roommate drama, the sun managed to come out early Saturday afternoon and the slattern and I were able to enjoy and purchase some fiber filled fun in Rhinebeck. Even though, I am now going back and thinking, "Oh, they got that kind of sock yarn, why didn't I get some of that?", I think I am quite satisfied with what I managed to bring home. I suppose there is always next year, but as of this moment I regret nothing even the great deal of alpaca (so soft) that I bought. I just hope it will become a sweater. Now I just need more time to knit.

Scandinavian

I love this post on bookslut

Hee hee penninsula hogs.

Cable

There was a girl on the subway this morning with a really fabulous fisherman's sweater. It was creamy white with great cables, cause I love cables. It was probably from the gap or something, but I am resolved that I need to knit a sweater like that one, a beautiful white fisherman's sweater.

The other cable in my life, the one that goes to the TV refuses to broadcast the Canadian teenagers that I love. I was too hard on myself this week and I needed that. Doesn't the cable company know that?

The Honeymoon's Over

The celebrity break-up we have all been waiting for, Nick and Jessica are no more. And the world weeps.

Smog moon

I got some Vanilla black tea from Twinings this weekend. I love vanilla. I love black tea. I love Twinings. But put these three things together I and I feel no love. It is like black tea with vanilla extract in it. I guess I'll have to buy some vanilla with pieces tea from the place across the street cause that stuff is yummy.

Along a similar note I made up a song about tea when I was walking somewhere last week. It was probably Friday afternoon because I was probably quite giddy. I will spare you the actual song as it's kind of crazy.

There's Nothing Like a Good Bitchfest in the Morning

The train was crowded as usual this morning, so there was the inevitable fight for seats. I had miraculously managed to get a seat and was sitting and reading my book when a bunch of people got off the train to transfer and the scramble for a seat began. Two women went for the same seat, skinny woman and short hair woman. The short hair woman got the seat, but skinny remarked to a friend of her's that her butt was half on the seat. The short hair woman asked skinny if she wanted the seat, skiny said "No, that's ok," with disdain in her voice. Short hair woman huffed, "Well, obviously it isn't," and got up.

Ah, nothing bitchier than a New York morning. Usually I avoid such encounters and just give the damn seat to the person who seems to want it. Well except if I am sick or hungover or something.