Friday Unrelated Information
1. OMGPONIES!!!!!111!!NO,WAIT, BOOTS!!!!!!11!!!! My boots arrived yesterday. I haven’t bought good shoes in over a year…oh, I loved this feeling. (Don’t worry; I didn’t charge them.) Here they are, with a modeled shot coming next week:
2. The blogs I read had some good quotes this week. The winners: “The finished work is called a manuscript, if you are the editor and publisher, and ‘My Precious’, if you are the author.” (YarnHarlot) and “He looks like a cross between the mayor of Whoville and an angry Viking.” (Agency Tart)
3. Have you been wondering what’s going on with the alpacas? There’s a lot of snow! They’re furry! Here is Ziggy Marley, saying hello!
Picutres Of, And Poems About, Rocks
Some Roethke to go with the pictures, from “O Thou Opening, Thou,” published in The Waking, 1953:
“The dark has its own light.
A son has many fathers.
Stand by a slow stream:
Hear the sigh of what is.
Be a pleased rock
On a plain day.
Waking’s
Kissing.
Yes.”
The “pleased rocks”–
The “slow stream”–
And, um, something else. But it also has bighorn sheep in the background! (I couldn’t find a poem that worked for this one.)
More Zion Tomorrow
I didn’t mention that the agency had a round of layoffs (!) and a re-organization last week. The good news is I still have a job with some new accounts. The bad news is those new accounts have a daily status meeting at 9:30, so so much for those long morning posts.
I was going to put up some more pictures from our trip, but Blogger is giving me trouble and it’s time to get dressed like I’m a creative at an ad agency (smocks!), so check back tomorrow.
Tuesday Project Roundup: Car Knitting Edition
Mr. Isbell and I got out of town and down to Zion (or “Ziens,” as they say here) for the weekend. We had just a few days so there wasn’t much planned–just a few hikes and probably finding some appropriate quotes from Ed Abbey to blog about. And I was very excited about the prospect of car knitting (while a passenger, of course) on the drive there and back. I did get some in on the drive down, but then our plans had to change:Oh noes!
So I got to take us on scenic drives around the park, through the tunnel, and back home:
Fortunately, Mr. Isbell will recover, AND the hotel had a great view form the balcony:
It was a good trip.
Thursday Unrelated Information
1. I’ll be taking a few days away from the computer and will report how that went on Tuesday. There will be craftiness. There will be adventure. There may even be pictures.
2. Last night I dreamed I was at a party at Martha Stewart’s house with my mother and my sewing friend from work. Martha was serving champagne and when I told her it was delicious, she said, “Thanks, that bottle was ten thousand dollars.” What can it mean?!
3. Today = The Day of Ordering The Couch. Hurray for a tangible benefit to two months of a second job! (Speaking of, I figured out that if I kept working two extra weeks in February, I could buy boots…must..get…shoes….)
I Don’t Know If This Makes It Better Or Worse
I don’t remember faces well. People who do remember faces don’t quite get this:
Face Rememberer: “Oh, I’m bad at remembering names, too. Terrible.”
Me: “No, I can’t remember faces. I don’t realize I’ve met the person talking to me.”
FR: “I know, it’s awful to not remember their name.”
Me: [Sigh.]
But if someone’s not in front of me, I can’t pull up a clear mental image of them–even loved ones. So random acquaintances or classmates from long ago are even more of a crap shoot, because there’s nothing to pull up to help me remember them. I always dread hearing “Karen! Hi!” from a stranger, because it’s really not a stranger, just someone I don’t recall seeing despite having been in three years of classes together.
So my post from a week ago about a long-lost classmate who’s now the poet laureate with published books and a doctorate? Yeah, my classmate isn’t that woman. She had the same name–I’m not crazy, just bad with faces–and similar dark hair and she looked poetic, so I just assumed it was she. It took Mr. Isbell pointing out that she got her B.A. in 1980 to make me realize last night that all that angst and lyrics and the “sad little blog post” were spent on the wrong person.
So, to the Utah Poet Laureate: I’m sorry I was making fun of your hair. And to the rest of the world: Why can’t everyone just wear name tags?
Tuesday Project Roundup: Use Your Imagination Edition
No pictures today, but this week I did knit baby booties (for my cousin, thank you; if I were to announce my own need of baby booties to the internet you can be sure the post would be titled “Oh Shit”) and start a tunic for me from an early 60’s pattern. The tunic fabric is this:
I’m also going to order this fabric to make a smock-like dress:
I think I’m liking head scarves. And juvenile prints.
And Then I Was Like, “Whoa”
Friday Unrelated Information
1. I ended up taking a sick day yesterday, so if you were wondering where another “sad little blog post” (to quote Mr. Isbell!) like Wednesday’s was, that’s what happened.
2. The Tribune this morning wrote about Ralph “O RLY?” Becker’s plan to create a domestic partner registry and included the best quote from Sen. Chris Buttars, R-West Jordan: “I just have to be certain we’re not coming in the back door of the Amendment 3 [ban on gay marriage and civil unions]”. The back door, Buttars? O RLY?
3. ..and that’s all I have, I guess. Enjoy the weekend not having stomach flu!