Monthly Archives: November 2006


Don’t you hate it when your file server has to be restarted, and everything you need to work on is conveniently located on said file server? Hmmmm….what to do during the restart time.

Today has been a good day, weather aside (which is a tad nasty). For lunch, I had $2 chicken matzah ball soup cooked up by the Jewish student group. This afternoon, I enjoyed a free cup of coffee (half-caf) by wearing a white ribbon (for adoption month) to our building’s coffee shop.

I’m considering making this scarf for someone as a present. Unfortunately, the thought of knitting a scarf 48 stitches across on size 5 needles makes me want to cry. So….I’m thinking about using a bigger yarn, size 10 needles, and decreasing the pattern to 24 stitches across. Will this lead to disaster? I hope not. But if you think that’s a stupid idea, do drop me a line.

Have a good night!

File server is back up (grumble!).


Smooth Operator

My train conductor this morning had such a nice voice, and he knew it. When most conductors approach the Forest Park stop, they say something like, “Transfer to Lambert Airport at Forest Park.” Not this guy….he said something like, “Any passengers wishing to continue their travels to Laaaammmmbert Aiiirport should disembark the train at Forrrrest Paaark. Simply step onto the platform and catch the next westbound train to the Laaaammmmbert Aiiirport termmmmminal. Again, any passengers….”

And, he started this spiel before the Central West End station, so he had lots of time to repeat it.

It made me smile. Also, it reminded me of how Porkchop would probably announce things if she was a train conductor.

Last Night
We scheduled Knitting Night for Suzi’s house. In our haste to squeeze in some grocery shopping beforehand, I forgot my knitting bag. Murrr!!! However, that meant I was able to enjoy watching Prairie Home Companion unencumbered.

People are grating on my nerves with their panicking over the predicted snow and ice. Everyone in the office is wringing their hands and talking about how bad it’s going to be tomorrow. Unless it starts blizzarding or we get like 4 inches of frozen rain, I don’t believe it.

STOP FREAKING OUT, PEOPLE! And NO, the university WILL NOT be closed tomorrow.

We will survive.

Last night, Porchop and I reminisced about how awesome the snowplow teams were in Madison. Our landlord even owned his own snowplow, so our parking lot and driveway were always nice and clean before 7:30 a.m. when it snowed. Which it did, a lot. So don’t talk to me about the measly 5-8 inches predicted tonight. Because I will SCOFF in your face and tell you stories about snow in Wisconsin and Iowa.

At least we don’t live in Memphis. Or maybe that would be preferable, as the university actually would shut down. Right, V?

This Weekend
I think a trip to the yarn store is in order. This makes me feel tingly.

Making Cranes


I just read this post on Yarnboy. How fun!

Who wants to knit cranes with me?

P.S. I went to bed at 8:30 last night, and I feel fabulous today!

P.P.S. For ken and ebuz: I don’t think there are any Sonics in New England. Too bad for you! Cherry limeades (when made properly) are the best!


The past week has been really draining. For lots of folks.

I’m currently sitting still…for the first time in a while.

I took a half day off of work and went to Suzi’s house to help clean. We accomplished A LOT, and it felt really nice. I was glad that we could assist in making the house feel like a home again.

Suzi and her mom invited us to take part in their Thanksgiving dinner. Since Suzi’s brother works at an Italian restaurant and is marrying into an Italian family, he cooked us an Italian-style dinner. Everything was yummy….especially the bruschetta and the triple-chocolate cheesecake. Also, we finally met Suzi’s uncles (on her mom’s side), both of whom are very nice and gay (yay!).

After crashing at home in a carb- and sugar-induced nap, Porkchop and I tried to make some wintry decorations for the apartment. Everything came out horribly, and we decided we should stop. It was Craft Gone Bad. So bad.

The service for Suzi’s dad was really touching; his pastor made it very personal and Suzi read a most moving eulogy that she wrote the week before. After the graveside peace, we helped transport plants, flowers, and food back to Suzi’s and visited for a bit.

Unfortunately, we had to leave Suzi’s early so that we could start our trip to my parents’ house. Instead of taking 67 down through Poplar Bluff, we drove down I-55 for a change. Since I hadn’t driven through Kennett in perhaps 5 years, I decided to take that route in order to pass by my old house.

Kennett was so freaking depressing. I can’t believe I grew up there. Now, I can almost view it through a first-time vistor’s eyes. It’s an ugly sight. Blech.

The big news when we reached my parents’ was that my sister and her boyfriend are now engaged. Even though I’m not a big proponent of marriage, good for them.

My sister told me about a plan that she and a lawyer friend have hatched. My sister said that she and her friend (female) want to get married in Massachusetts. Then, they’ll return to Georgia and each marry a man. Next, they’ll publicize said marriages and entice the state of Georgia to charge them with bigamy. If that happened, Georgia would then be recognizing the validity of same-sex marriage.

Sounds like a plan.

Also, we met my sister’s boyfriend’s mom, who was also staying at my parents’ for Thanksgiving. She was super-nice, and I really enjoyed talking to her.

The day started with a group yoga session at a studio in Jonesboro. Yes, Jonesboro has a yoga studio, and it’s really nice! One of my dad’s friends is a yoga instructor, and she offered to give us a private session since the studio was closed. So, my dad, sister, sister’s fiance, fiance’s mom, and I had a nice little session.

That afternoon, I started knitting more hand mitts from Weekend Knitting. I can’t stop! They’re such great stashbusters and make nice gifts.

To celebrate the engagement, we and some of my parents’ friends went out to Jonesboro’s nicest restaurant. Dinner exceeded my expectations…I actually enjoyed the food and the company. Of course, the wine and champagne helped some.

We had to leave my parents’ earlier than I wanted so that we could make it back to the St. Louis area for dinner at Porkchop’s older brother’s. Since Porkchop and I were driving through Corning, we dropped off some things at my parents’ Sonic and picked up a free lunch (oh! The life of Sonic owners! Fried food! Slushies!).

Dinner was much better than lunch, however. Super delicious turkey, stuffing, green beans, mashed potatoes, and pie. Yum.

We made it back home around 10:30, and Keetah wouldn’t stop meowing until nearly 1:00.

So busy with the work! Busy! Tired!

Not enough knitting time!

Also, Porkchop’s parents are spending the night here tonight because her dad has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Porkchop’s 1-month follow up is also tomorrow.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Work, of course. Knitting, hopefully. And sleep….sleep would be nice.

Have a nice week!

A Note
In my last post, I grumbled about the switch to Blogger’s Beta version. It’s really not that bad. A copy of your old template is retained, but moving over certain items is tedious. If you’ve customized things like your side bar with extra bits of code and whatnot (knit-along buttons, for example) they’re not automatically incorporated into the new template. You have to fool around with Blogger’s new widgets and stuff.

It’s not so bad, I just don’t like fiddling around with things sometimes….especially when I already have things set like I want.


Grumble, grumble. I switched to Blogger’s beta version yesterday and was displeased to find that things like my stat counter code were not copied over automatically.

I guess I will gradually reassemble my sidebar. Or, just redo everything.

Book Bit
I quite enjoyed this brief review of various transgender memoir book covers. I often forget about the existence of Bookslut, so when I rediscover it, I’m always amused.

Sidenote…wow, do I ever hate Blogger’s WYSIWYG composer. Back to HTML for me!

Knitting Bit
I am so bored with the scarf and bag that I’m knitting. Knit, knit, knit…snoozers!

After this mess, I’m totally going to try my needles at entrelac using this tutorial and this one.

Oh yeah, and at some point, I still have to do a stinkin’ Shibori scarf. Porkchop found a nice substitution for glass marbles…river rocks! No two are alike!

All for now. Have a nice Tuesday afternoon!

My heart and thoughts go out to Suzi and her family.

I can’t express how much I admire Suzi for her strength and perseverance. But even more than that, I can’t express how much I wish there was no reason for me to write these words.

Some Might Call Me Creepy

So, I recently finished my first recreational reading book, Sarah Vowell’s Assassination Vacation, and left to my own devices as I received no recommendations from any readers, I decided to continue picking out my own books.

During lunch, I went to the very bottom level of the main library and had to move numerous bookshelves in order to get to my next selections: Mary Roach’s Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers and Harold McGee’s On Food and Cooking: The Science and Lore of the Kitchen.

This way, I can read about the stages of human decay (it’s been awhile since my forensic pathology class, so I can use a refresher (ha! refresher!)) and then consider the changes that meat goes through as it’s cooking.

Next up on my list: Elizabeth Royte’s Garbage Land: On the Secret Trail of Trash.

P.S. My trip to the library was made worthwhile when the checkout girl laughed at the Roach book and said it looked fun.

Bus to Crazy Town

So, I thought this post might go a little something like this….

Hello, readers.

This evening, I putzed around enough in the office to miss the 5:08 train, meaning I had to wait for the 5:18 train. This should have put me at the Grand bus stop a little bit before the 5:30 bus arrived. However, the bus driver on the 5:30 bus apparently decided to not wait for us poor suckers.

I might have caught the bus if my run up the stairs hadn’t been impeded by two guys drinking 40s. I lost valuable seconds pushing my way past them.

In any case, I wanted to be like the people who, stepping off the elevator to see the bus just gone, swore up a blue streak. Instead, I did it in my head.

So, I waited and waited for the next bus. Here is where my post takes an unexpected turn (as I had already composed a post about hating bus drivers who don’t wait for train riders).

Boarding the bus took FOREVER. Luckily, there were a few seats left at the front of the bus. I hesitated to sit down because the two guys who I would be sandwiched between looked a bit sketchy. But when the bus driver yelled, PLEASE MOVE TO THE BACK OF THE BUS. I HAVE OTHER RIDERS BOARDING, PEOPLE, I decided to avoid the uncharted back of the bus territory because you can never really tell if there’s an available seat.

So I sat down.

And, of course, one guy (who, in his defense, wasn’t as sketchy looking as the other, this guy was almost grandfatherly) says, “My, you have really pretty eyes. Are you a student.” No. “Oh….where do you work.” I have a hard time being mean, so I say, in administration at Wash U. “Oh, you don’t look old enough to be an administrator.” I’m not a top-level administrator. “Oh.”

Then the super-awkward part starts.

“That girl over there is selling candy for $1.00. You should buy something.”

I hate buying candy from strangers, even if it’s probably for a good cause. So I say, Oh, maybe, if I have a $1.00. The guy could sense my reluctance, so he said, “If you have 50 cents, I’ll match it.”

So I get out my wallet – I only had $5s. But luckily, the guy “owns a restaurant, so I have a lot of $1s.”

The guy changes my money for me, and when the bus pauses, I get up to give the girl a $1 for some peanut M&Ms.

While completing the transaction, the bus lurched. Now, this might seem impossible to some, but I can actually mantain my balance on a lurching bus in my 3-inch heeled boots. At least, it seemed impossible to the 2 sketch-os because they both REACHED OUT AND GRABBED MY JACKET AND POSSIBLY MY ASS.



But what are you going to do. Both sketchies were like, wow, that was really close. The dirtier one saying, “See, I had you near your center of gravity. I’m not fresh or anything.”

Grandfather guy deboarded shortly thereafter, but not before he asked my name (I gave my middle name as my last name because I’m not that stupid).

Meanwhile, dirty started talking to himself. Or maybe to me. Hard to tell. Something about going to pick up his clean clothes and identification.

Anyway, dirty somehow started talking to a woman across the aisle. He told her his plan….something about HUNTING PIRATE TREASURE.

The woman made fun of him for the rest of the time.

But here’s the great conclusion….as I was leaving the bus, dirty said, THAT’S A GREAT SWEATER WITH YOUR THUMBS STICKING OUT.

He was talking about my Fetching mitts.

So, there you go folks, Fetching mitts have universal appeal. Fellow knitters, co-workers, crazies on the bus.

Bus Buddies

I now have two bus/train commuter pals: one is a counselor at the campus counseling center and the other is a staff member in an academic program across campus.

With the first one, I talk about the Women’s Center at Mizzou, house-hunting, and other such topics.

With the second, I talk about technical writing, our campus’s growing relationship with Chinese universities, the church on our street, the St. Louis sewer system, and, of course, reliquaries.

This morning, my second buddy and I sat across from each other on the bus. I was talking about traveling to Jonesboro for Thanksgiving when another bus rider piped up and started on a rant about the water quality of Jonesboro and surrounding towns. According to this bus rider, the water in Marion once gave him the runs (his words). After departing the bus at the metrolink stop, my buddy and I started talking about the history of the St. Louis sewer system. This, naturally, took a turn towards discussing European reliquaries. Of course, the conversation then drifted over towards This American Life.

I like the random nature of such conversations, but I don’t know if I could sustain it much longer than the duration of our commute. In fact, I plan on catching the later train this evening so that I don’t have to come up with a brilliant chaser to this morning’s conversation.

If I am to keep up on such discussions, I’m going to have start doing more random reading.

Knitting Night has been called off so that Soozi can spend more time with her Da. To say the least, these are tough times. Please keep our little knitting pal Soozi and her family in your thoughts.

Next Week
Porkchop and I are going to Jonesboro to visit and cook for my family (mom, dad, brother, sister, sister’s boyfriend, and sister’s boyfriend’s mom). Dinner should be delicious: roasted turkey with sage dressing, honey baked ham, buttermilk mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, maple glazed squash, my mom’s favorite fruit salad, some sort of cranberry dish, and my mom’s pumpkin and chocolate-meringue pies. The day after Thanksgiving, I think we’re all going to the Bill Clinton Library in Little Rock.

Porkchop and I are a bit concerned about being around my sister’s boyfriend. What are appropriate questions and conversations after someone has gone a little bit crazy but is now making their way back to normalcy (however one defines “normal”)?

Anyway….have a wonderful Wednesday.

Are You a Feminist?

Hey, no need to hurt your pretty little head thinking about complex subjects, because now there’s a quiz for you!

Are you a feminist?

Your Result: You are a full blooded feminist!

You believe in women’s rights all the way and continue to be unhappy with the way things are right now and wish for more change. You are willing to take part in marches, boycotts and meetings that involve the amelioration of women’s issues. You realize that society views feminists negatively but still are proud to call yourself one. You are appalled to see women who don’t have a clue that “gender” is simply a term which the definition is 100% man made. If you feel a comment is sexist or makes you uncomfortable you speak up on it! You are always aiming to help others become aware of how much further women need to go and how society restricts them and predetermines their roles. You hate that feminists are so devided in themselves and believe that only if they are unified can they make a difference. We need more of you!

There is a strong feminist inside you! Let it out!
You are being held back by society’s constrictions
Are you a misogynist!?
Are you a feminist?

I am disturbed by a few things here:

  • The heteronormativity implicit in the quiz, complete with the occasional lesbian-baiting.
  • The misspellings and typos. Are we to believe feminists don’t know how to use spell check?
  • My test result spit this out: “You hate that feminists are so devided [sic] in themselves [sic] and believe that only if they are unified can they make a difference.” Because unification is so easy! Gosh, y’all…colonization, imperialism, globalization…why can’t we just be unified!
  • My test result also says: “There is a strong feminist inside you! Let it out!” Screw you, quiz writer. My feminist is out!

Grumble, grumble!