Silent Poetry Reading

3 February, 2007 at 8:43 am (Uncategorized)

I haven’t been around much lately, but I’m swinging by to join in the Second Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading.  Hopefully next week or so I’ll be back again with some knitting updates.

In 8th grade I recited a collection of T.S.  Eliot poems, and this is still one of my favourites.

Rhapsody on a Windy Night

Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
“Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin.”

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
“Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.”
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along
the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child’s eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.

The lamp hummed:
“Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smooths the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.”

The lamp said,
“Four o’clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.”

The last twist of the knife.

T.S. Eliot

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A thought…

19 January, 2007 at 4:01 pm (Uncategorized)

Even plain old american singles can make an awesome cheese sandwich if you have the right bread.   (Like a nice, nutty 7-grain wheat.)

megan

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I’m back.

7 January, 2007 at 4:21 pm (Uncategorized)

Uh…I guess I’ll update later.  Photobucket seems to be totally unaccessible, so…uh…  I’ll check back later.

I am really!  Here’s the run down of recent goings-on:

First, the holiday knitting:

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As for knitting…

2 January, 2007 at 10:16 pm (Uncategorized)

The next 72 hours are going to BLOW.  It’s going to take me at least that long to get back to blogging, so bear with me.  In the meantime, I will be updating my photoblog.  This weekend, there will be knitting news, and some pictures of my new baby*.

See you around, folks.

*No real babies are involved, sorry.  My baby is made of wood, and is the most gorgeous shade of purple.

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Still breathing…

31 December, 2006 at 2:27 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m still around, just very busy.  More to come later.

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Burnt out…

28 November, 2006 at 7:50 pm (Uncategorized)

Just seriously, honestly, totally, f’in burnt out.

Tired of research papers.

Tired of philosophy presentations and debates.

Tired of working for next to nothing.

Tired of monotony.

Tired of allergies.

Tired of being tired.

Tired of worrying about everything.

Tired of  – ah, fudge it, you get the point.

I’m having strong hide-under-the-bed urges, and it’s only going to get worse now that final exams, presentations, recitations and theses have arrived.

The semester ends next Thursday.  I should be relieved, but instead I’m just dreading next semester.

This blows.

No knitting today, sorry.  I am about halfway done with Sophie for Jo.  I decided to spice it up with some two colour work (something I’ve never done before), and it’s not half bad.  Hope to have it done and felted by mid next week, so I can move on with the holiday knits.  Peace out, yo.

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Happy Turkey Day!

23 November, 2006 at 9:36 am (Uncategorized)

The scarf…

…she blocks.

FO pictures to follow. Check back with me later today. 🙂

ETA:  Here is it!  Please ignore my unsightly double chin.

I LOVE this scarf!

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Lacevember Questions

7 November, 2006 at 11:48 am (Uncategorized)

Shhh….I’m so in class right now and shouldn’t be blogging…here you go:

The knitting questions, or the usual suspects

How long have you been knitting?
Since April 2005

How did you learn to knit?

I bought a booklet called “I Taught Myself Knitting” at Wal-Mart

Favorite thing about knitting?

Watching how stitches interlock, watching pieces grow, how flexible it makes my poor damaged fingers feel.

How long have you been knitting lace?

I had my first lace experience over the summer.  It was a nasty-coloured reddish shawl with my own “pattern”: knit a row, next row YO, k2tog, for many, MANY inches

Favorite thing about knitting lace.

It’s so delicate, and looks so impressive.

The yarn questions, or flash your stash

Favorite lace yarn?

I have minimal lace experience; the only laceweight yarn I’ve used is KP Shadow, for a couple shawls.  I did make some lace socks for KP Palette, but the Shadow as much nicer.

variegated or solids for shawls?

Depends on the pattern, I guess.

Favorite lace color?
Deep jewel tones and earthy colours
Technique, or show us your skillz

Circs or straights?

Circs, all the way

Favorite lace knitting trick?
Stitch markers

Lifelines? If so with what?

Lifelines?  I don’t need no stinkin’ lifelines… (I knit dangerously!)
Fancy blocking wires, or just sewing pins stuck in your carpet?

I’d love a set of the wires, but for now, it’s embrodery thread through the ends and lots of pins into the matress.

Pattern, or can you follow directions

shawls or lacey items?

I love shawls, but I get more use from scarves and socks
triangle, rectangle, or circular shawls?
I’ve only made rectangular shawls, but circular and triangular both intrigue me…

Charts or printed instructions?

Charts scare me, but some day I’ll get over that

Favorite lace you’ve knit?

I made a single bright red lacey ribbed sock.  It is lost, and I miss it.

Favorite lace you want to knit?

Too many to name…so many patterns…

Just Fun, yup that’s right, just for fun

Favorite jelly belly flavor?

Pear.  The pear ones and sooo yummy.  There are other good ones too, I just HATE the buttered popcorn ones.

Tell me everything you know about Eric the Red…..

Eh?

Coke, classic or with lime?

Eww…Pepsi with Cherry

Holiday carols, sing along, or wish they would be banned from all public airwaves?

I have to admit, even though I’m not christian, I love a good Christmas Carol

What is the definition of irony?

The use of words expressing something other than their literal intention. (Or so Futurama tells me…)

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?

Eww….BLOW POPS!

Why is my cat always puking in front of my son’s bedroom door?

Spite?

What is your superhero power?

I can boil water with the power of my mind.

If the laundry is 9 foot by 11 foot (just dreaming, that’s a big laundry room), and the walls are 8 feet tall, and you are going to tile the entire room in tiles that are 3 inches by 5 inches, what color should those tiles be?

Grey, because it goes with clothes.

What’s for dinner tonight?

Probably a hot dog from Quick Trip…but lunch will be fried rice.

What is clogging my children’s bathtub drain?

Hair?  Fur?  YARN???

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Yikes!

21 October, 2006 at 5:30 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m so behind.

This is my knitting schedule as it stands right now.  I know, it doesn’t look like much.

As of today, however, I have completed ONE (yes, just ONE) sock, for the entire month of Socktober.

(please excuse the dog’s head…he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t outside…)

I’m terrible with knitting schedules.  They never work out.  Why do I bother?

This means my goal is to have the second cashmere sock (currently just past the gusset) and an additional pair (from a “mystery” pattern, to fulfill Mystery KAL as well as my Socktoberfest goal) by the 31st.  I should also be doing something with Tubey…and my IHS… Of course, I also have a researched paper and a philo presentation due by the 31st.  It’s going to be a fun next ten days.

[blogstalking photos]  (um…they were here…I don’t know what happened…they’ll be back up as soon as I can find them :S)

So, I’m going to get back to knitting.  I’ve been updating regularly, though!  See???

P.S. HEY!  I’ve got a question I figure maybe someone who stumbles here can answer – I got my Palm (a Tungsten T5) up and running, and I’ve been transfering all my documents with Documents to Go.  It worked great up until this morning when I moved my Stash workbook.  The first two columns of the first sheet are missing on the Palm.  Any advice?

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