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Sunday, March 05, 2006
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
100 Things About Me for Post 100. Be Sure to Read #100!
1. I’m named after my aunt.
2. My middle name is the same as my mom’s.
3. My confirmation name is Monica.
4. My mom almost named me that.
5. I like Beverly better.
6. I own far too many bags.
7. I used to own too many shoes.
8. Ok, I probably still do.
9. I learned how to knit English a month ago in order to finally make gauge.
10. I’ve been knitting for almost 10 years. I should have tried to make gauge a little sooner.
11. I’m an ovo-lacto vegetarian.
12. One of my favorite things to do is to watch a Shakespeare play, especially outside.
13. I’m perfectly good at math. I just pretend I’m not.
14. I learned to read in church by following my mother’s finger as the lector read the Gospel.
15. I became an Episcopalian in 2003.
16. I stopped going to church when I moved.
17. I still like to read my Book of Common Prayer. I think it’s well written and comforting.
18. I like that William Shakespeare also read the Book of Common Prayer.
19. I don’t believe you have to go to church to connect with God.
20. I hate working out in a gym.
21. I love getting my work out by doing something: kayaking, boxing, hiking.
22. I spent a summer at St. John’s College, Oxford.
23. I’ve rarely felt as comfortable and at home as I did then.
24. I haven’t had tv since February 1992.
25. I watch a lot of tv when I’m at Neal’s house. I won’t even admit to how much.
26. The avid tv watching usually only lasts a couple of days. Then I get disgusted with myself.
27. I watched golf with my dad throughout my childhood.
28. Now my favorite sport to watch is UCONN Huskies basketball.
29. I lived in the same town Hilton Armstrong is from.
30. I don’t know him.
31. I saw Richard Gere, Joan Rivers, Harrison Ford, and Kevin Bacon in Manhattan, but not at the same time.
32. I wish I had Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe. And hair.
33. I have subscriptions to Real Simple, The New Yorker, The Paris Review, Creative Non-Fiction, and River Teeth.
34. I was born in a blizzard. I used to say I was a “lizard baby.”
35. Jonathan Safran Foer, Italo Calvino, James Salter, and A.S. Byatt are some of my favorite writers.
36. I didn’t get my BA degree until I was 28.
37. I taught college-level English in a maximum-security women’s prison for two semesters.
38. I count a dog as one of my best friends. The other dog is more like a child to me.
39. I have 13 nieces and nephews, but five of them are from my ex’s side of the family. But I still consider them my nieces and nephews.
40. I’m friends with my ex-husband. I still think he’s an amazing person.
41. The beach is one of my favorite places to be.
42. When I’m angry I cry.
43. That makes me even angrier.
44. I learned how to spin in the fall and bought a wheel of my own.
45. I want to raise alpacas some day.
46. I write about the same things over and over, but in different stories.
47. I learned to ride horses as a means to meet Prince Philip.
48. The plan didn’t really make sense as I lived in CT and he in London.
49. I like to be prepared.
50. I act really tough the first few weeks of the semester to try and get some students to drop.
51. After that I’m a soft touch.
52. I went to Australia when I was 19.
53. When I was in 4th grade my best friend, Denise, moved to MA. It seemed really far away.
54. I still miss her sometimes.
55. I’m tired of living alone.
56. Sometimes I really like living alone.
57. I was 14 before I had my own room.
58. I was a synchronized swimmer for three years as a pre-teen.
59. My first boyfriend gave me Of Human Bondage as a gift. It became one of my favorite books.
60. Even though D.H. Lawrence’s novels sometimes seem over the top, they are among my favorites.
61. I’m a better baker than I am a cook.
62. Bread is my favorite thing to bake.
63. I used to talk to a squirrel I would see as I walked between the train and work. He was missing his tail, so I knew it was the same one.
64. My cat Norman died when I was 12. It was my first experience with death.
65. New York City makes me happy.
66. I understood line after seeing a Sol LeWitt exhibit.
67. I like to mess around with watercolors.
68. My friend Linda Jean Fisher believes that we were once the same person. I believe her.
69. She taught me how to mix paint.
70. She also taught me to believe in myself as a writer.
71. I used to have a recurring dream in which these people, not merfolks, though, who lived underwater would urge me to join them. It was beautiful.
72. It makes me believe I will die by drowning.
73. That doesn’t stop me from swimming.
74. When in CT I walk the dogs by a beaver pond. It’s one my favorite places to be.
75. I have three tattoos.
76. One of them covers a Chinese symbol that was supposed to mean student.
77. I learned it meant Saturday.
78. I thought that was funny, but I covered it anyway.
79. Chewing ice makes me happy.
80. Sometimes I feel obsessive about it.
81. I don’t think I’ll ever have children.
82. I’m afraid everything bad that runs in my family would emerge in my children.
83. But then I think that everything good that runs in my family could exist in my non-existent kids.
84. That’s the most I’ve thought about children in months.
85. I made a lot of quilts between 1992 and 2000. Then I moved to a small apartment and didn’t have room to keep my sewing machine up.
86. The last quilt I made was for Julia, the daughter of a dear friend.
87. I’m learning to embroider.
88. Sometimes I like working with fiber and fabrics better than with words.
89. Mostly words make me happier than anything else, though.
90. Except my boyfriend, family, and friends.
91. My SnB group has kept me sane during the last two semesters.
92. I love to teach.
93. I cheated on my yarn fast.
94. But not as much as I thought I would.
95. I would like to have a little writing house, a room of my own as it were, some day soon.
96. I want to get married again.
97. If I could go anywhere in the world right now, I’d pick Iceland.
98. My parents always told me to do what would make me happy, and I love them for that.
99. The Artist’s Way changed my life.
100. I have a new blog: www.wbnm.typepad.com/pomogo. I’ll be posting there from now on, so change your blogrolls, my dear readers.
2. My middle name is the same as my mom’s.
3. My confirmation name is Monica.
4. My mom almost named me that.
5. I like Beverly better.
6. I own far too many bags.
7. I used to own too many shoes.
8. Ok, I probably still do.
9. I learned how to knit English a month ago in order to finally make gauge.
10. I’ve been knitting for almost 10 years. I should have tried to make gauge a little sooner.
11. I’m an ovo-lacto vegetarian.
12. One of my favorite things to do is to watch a Shakespeare play, especially outside.
13. I’m perfectly good at math. I just pretend I’m not.
14. I learned to read in church by following my mother’s finger as the lector read the Gospel.
15. I became an Episcopalian in 2003.
16. I stopped going to church when I moved.
17. I still like to read my Book of Common Prayer. I think it’s well written and comforting.
18. I like that William Shakespeare also read the Book of Common Prayer.
19. I don’t believe you have to go to church to connect with God.
20. I hate working out in a gym.
21. I love getting my work out by doing something: kayaking, boxing, hiking.
22. I spent a summer at St. John’s College, Oxford.
23. I’ve rarely felt as comfortable and at home as I did then.
24. I haven’t had tv since February 1992.
25. I watch a lot of tv when I’m at Neal’s house. I won’t even admit to how much.
26. The avid tv watching usually only lasts a couple of days. Then I get disgusted with myself.
27. I watched golf with my dad throughout my childhood.
28. Now my favorite sport to watch is UCONN Huskies basketball.
29. I lived in the same town Hilton Armstrong is from.
30. I don’t know him.
31. I saw Richard Gere, Joan Rivers, Harrison Ford, and Kevin Bacon in Manhattan, but not at the same time.
32. I wish I had Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe. And hair.
33. I have subscriptions to Real Simple, The New Yorker, The Paris Review, Creative Non-Fiction, and River Teeth.
34. I was born in a blizzard. I used to say I was a “lizard baby.”
35. Jonathan Safran Foer, Italo Calvino, James Salter, and A.S. Byatt are some of my favorite writers.
36. I didn’t get my BA degree until I was 28.
37. I taught college-level English in a maximum-security women’s prison for two semesters.
38. I count a dog as one of my best friends. The other dog is more like a child to me.
39. I have 13 nieces and nephews, but five of them are from my ex’s side of the family. But I still consider them my nieces and nephews.
40. I’m friends with my ex-husband. I still think he’s an amazing person.
41. The beach is one of my favorite places to be.
42. When I’m angry I cry.
43. That makes me even angrier.
44. I learned how to spin in the fall and bought a wheel of my own.
45. I want to raise alpacas some day.
46. I write about the same things over and over, but in different stories.
47. I learned to ride horses as a means to meet Prince Philip.
48. The plan didn’t really make sense as I lived in CT and he in London.
49. I like to be prepared.
50. I act really tough the first few weeks of the semester to try and get some students to drop.
51. After that I’m a soft touch.
52. I went to Australia when I was 19.
53. When I was in 4th grade my best friend, Denise, moved to MA. It seemed really far away.
54. I still miss her sometimes.
55. I’m tired of living alone.
56. Sometimes I really like living alone.
57. I was 14 before I had my own room.
58. I was a synchronized swimmer for three years as a pre-teen.
59. My first boyfriend gave me Of Human Bondage as a gift. It became one of my favorite books.
60. Even though D.H. Lawrence’s novels sometimes seem over the top, they are among my favorites.
61. I’m a better baker than I am a cook.
62. Bread is my favorite thing to bake.
63. I used to talk to a squirrel I would see as I walked between the train and work. He was missing his tail, so I knew it was the same one.
64. My cat Norman died when I was 12. It was my first experience with death.
65. New York City makes me happy.
66. I understood line after seeing a Sol LeWitt exhibit.
67. I like to mess around with watercolors.
68. My friend Linda Jean Fisher believes that we were once the same person. I believe her.
69. She taught me how to mix paint.
70. She also taught me to believe in myself as a writer.
71. I used to have a recurring dream in which these people, not merfolks, though, who lived underwater would urge me to join them. It was beautiful.
72. It makes me believe I will die by drowning.
73. That doesn’t stop me from swimming.
74. When in CT I walk the dogs by a beaver pond. It’s one my favorite places to be.
75. I have three tattoos.
76. One of them covers a Chinese symbol that was supposed to mean student.
77. I learned it meant Saturday.
78. I thought that was funny, but I covered it anyway.
79. Chewing ice makes me happy.
80. Sometimes I feel obsessive about it.
81. I don’t think I’ll ever have children.
82. I’m afraid everything bad that runs in my family would emerge in my children.
83. But then I think that everything good that runs in my family could exist in my non-existent kids.
84. That’s the most I’ve thought about children in months.
85. I made a lot of quilts between 1992 and 2000. Then I moved to a small apartment and didn’t have room to keep my sewing machine up.
86. The last quilt I made was for Julia, the daughter of a dear friend.
87. I’m learning to embroider.
88. Sometimes I like working with fiber and fabrics better than with words.
89. Mostly words make me happier than anything else, though.
90. Except my boyfriend, family, and friends.
91. My SnB group has kept me sane during the last two semesters.
92. I love to teach.
93. I cheated on my yarn fast.
94. But not as much as I thought I would.
95. I would like to have a little writing house, a room of my own as it were, some day soon.
96. I want to get married again.
97. If I could go anywhere in the world right now, I’d pick Iceland.
98. My parents always told me to do what would make me happy, and I love them for that.
99. The Artist’s Way changed my life.
100. I have a new blog: www.wbnm.typepad.com/pomogo. I’ll be posting there from now on, so change your blogrolls, my dear readers.
Monday, February 27, 2006
I Finished my Story, and I Opened the Boxes: A Contest
Sadly, though, my camera batteries died. I considered, for a brief moment, that I should let the batteries charge overnight and open the boxes in the morning when I would be able to photograph the big event moment by moment. But haven't I been patient enough, waiting for hours after I arrived home to tear into the boxes? Of course I have.
So now Miss Lendrum is put together. I practiced treadling, and I'm about to find some roving to start spinning. That shouldn't be a problem, as you know if you've looked inside my office closet.
My car's name is Clarke Sable. My sewing machine's name is Sally. My computer is Phineas (I know, no alliteration there, but I can't ever give that name to a child or pet...the computer won't complain, at least). What should I name Miss L.? Make your suggestions, and I'll send a skein of a festive, fun yarn purchased at Flying Fingers in Irvington, New York, to the winner.
By the way, this is my 99th post. Next post WBNM turns 100. And that post will have a big announcement.
Don't forget, bring out your Lenten projects tomorrow. I'll be bringing my St. F's Vest of Many Colors to share with my SnB. If you hear some crazy cackling around 7 p.m. Central time tomorrow, you'll know what it is. 'Cause there's a good reason this vest is unfinished. Really.
I'm going to go charge those camera batteries now.
So now Miss Lendrum is put together. I practiced treadling, and I'm about to find some roving to start spinning. That shouldn't be a problem, as you know if you've looked inside my office closet.
My car's name is Clarke Sable. My sewing machine's name is Sally. My computer is Phineas (I know, no alliteration there, but I can't ever give that name to a child or pet...the computer won't complain, at least). What should I name Miss L.? Make your suggestions, and I'll send a skein of a festive, fun yarn purchased at Flying Fingers in Irvington, New York, to the winner.
By the way, this is my 99th post. Next post WBNM turns 100. And that post will have a big announcement.
Don't forget, bring out your Lenten projects tomorrow. I'll be bringing my St. F's Vest of Many Colors to share with my SnB. If you hear some crazy cackling around 7 p.m. Central time tomorrow, you'll know what it is. 'Cause there's a good reason this vest is unfinished. Really.
I'm going to go charge those camera batteries now.
She's here!
Yup. I came home from running errands after boxing (a trip to the post office to mail a SP package, then to my LYS to exchange needles, then to the grocery store for garlic and milk) to see some packages at my door. Right now they're leaned against the banco (sp?) next to my big ol' fireplace. I will not--I repeat, I WILL NOT open them until I get some writing done. I have to turn a story in to workshop tomorrow. So, no pictures.
There's something else I want to tell you, but not just yet. Patience!
There's something else I want to tell you, but not just yet. Patience!
Saturday, February 25, 2006
The Saga of a Girl Without a Wheel
Noelle has been joining me, her breath baited along with mine as we track the UPS progress of my Lendrum. It's in Albuquerque. Now. As I write this. But no apartment number was added to the address, so it is not in my possession. Nor will it be until Monday. I'm a patient woman, though, so I'm keeping calm about it. Really.Crafty Friday was lots of fun. Liz worked on her Big, Bad Baby Blanket, Trevor started the Umbilical Cord hat (his first knitting in the round project). Cari worked on designing her fair isle hat (pink reindeer would ROCK!), and Noelle spun her gorgeous Neopolitan. Allen learned to knit, and maybe because he's a guitar player, or maybe because his gram taught him to crochet as a kid...but man, this guy had three beautiful rows of a washcloth done before he left. Great tension, even stitches. Dana worked on her cross stitch blanket.
Noelle's doll of a hubby stopped by at the end of the night with my favorite guest (sorry everyone else), Winter. Noelle gifted me with One Skein, which I thought didn't come out until April. It is beautiful, and there are a load of patterns that I'm excited to start.
Cari gave me a wheel warming gift, too, but I'll wait to post a picture of that goodness until it is on the wheel. Apparently the gang was all at our LYS yesterday shopping and visiting Scout.
I enjoy my Tuesday night SnB so much, and Crafty Fridays, while only a monthly event so far, are also a lifesaver. I love to write. I love to read. I love to read about writing. I love to write about reading. You know what I mean. But sometimes I feel like I'm too much in my head, and knitting and other creating gets me out of my head, makes me feel more connected to the world at large. I feel fortunate to have a great group women (and guys) with whom to share this connection.
Sew? I Knit
This came earlier in the week from Cia's Palette. I joined the Sew? I Knit sew-along, and I'll be making the Betsy Ross a-line skirt. I'm not confident about putting in a zipper or making an even hem, but I am so in love with this fabric that I'll figure it out. If I have a good sized scrap I'm going to make myself a needle case. That's how much I love this fabric.I'm also using this for my March Project Spectrum project. And can I just mention that I think Lolly is a total doll? She comes up with the coolest ideas, including the Project Spectrum Postcard Swap. I'm going to get out my watercolors for this one!
Sockapaloooza Yarn has Arrived
Isn't it pretty? All shades of green. I ordered it from Celia in Australia, and it got here in less than a week. Now to pick the pattern. I've thought about Dublin Bay, but I also like Cascading Leaves from the Jeannie Townsend Knitalong group. I'm waiting for Nancy Bush's Knitting Vintage Socks before I commit to a pattern, though. Any thoughts?Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Get Your Mind Out of the Gutter
Ok, I seem to get myself in trouble with this. Here's the deal. My name, Beverly, means the meadow where the beaver dwells, or according to Behind the Name, beaver stream. Go ahead, have your giggles. I was adult before I knew there were sexual connotations to what had become my totem animal, and it's too late now for me to change my feelings. Beavers are industrious, they're creative. Last year while kayaking with Neal and Brian, we startled a beaver who was snacking on some ferns. He looked pretty ticked off at us, which made me like beavers even more. Nothing like seeing emotion in an animal (don't give me that worn out attitude that animals don't have emotions. I can't be convinced).Now, I'm a vegetarian. Yes, I still wear some leather, and yes, I know everything you might want to say about that. My reasons for my eating habits are a subject for another post. I don't like the idea of animals being harmed or killed. But, man, am I ever tempted by this. Go look. It's beaver yarn. Kind of horrible and kind of fascinating.
I am more tempted, however, by this. You saw right. Socks that Rock has a club now. I may join for just one month. I want to join for a year, but my graduate student budget is getting in the way. For that matter, I'd like to join the Dizzy Society, too. I need me a yarn sugar daddy, kids!
2/22 ETA: Apparently beavers are decended from these neato prehistoric creatures. Love me some prehistoric freaky animals!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Where in the World?
I got curious about who might be reading my blog, and where those readers might be. So, although I don't have as wide ranging readership as my favorite TN LYS, it is cool to see some of the places:
Denver, Colorado
Palo Alto, California
Fresno, California
Tijeras, New Mexico
Auburn, Washington
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Point Harbor, North Carolina
Minneapolis, Minnesota
New York
Valley View, Texas (I once had a pen pal from there--is it you?!)
Boston, Massachusetts
Dallas, Texas
Vancouver, British Columbia
Andrews Afb, Maryland
Dodge City, Kansas
Oakland, California
East Windsor, Connecticut
Columbia, Maryland
Meriden, Connecticut
Huntington, West Virginia
Fairfield, Pennsylvania
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Ozark, Missouri
Tempe, Arizona
Tallahassee, Florida
San Francisco, California
Terre Haute, Indiana
Coventry, Rhode Island
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
Dallas, Texas
Oak Creek, Wisconsin
Colorado Springs, Colorado
Plano, Texas
There's lots more, but I don't want to go on and on. I'm no Crazy Aunt Purl, I know, but it's cool to know that there are people out there reading. I'd love to have some of these towns posted on my Frappr map or get some friendly delurking comments.
In other news, I asked my local girlys about doing this, and now I'll send it out into the wider knitting world. As a way to think about the Lenten season, I'm going to pull out my oldest UFO, a complicated intarsia vest that I knit for my ex. We picked out a variety of colors, and I knit for months and months. When I bound off the shoulders, and he tried it on, it was WAY too small. I mean, small enough to fit a child instead of a grown man. I kept at it and wove in the roughly ten million ends, but got stuck doing the finishing work on the edges of the armholes and button bands. So I'm going to bring the UFO to my SnB next Tuesday to show it off, and the other knitters with UFOs will bring theirs. And I'll make a commitment to finish this baby and put it to rest. I'll post a picture on Mardi Gras for my readers from all over the country (and "hi", Canada!) to look at, too.
Denver, Colorado
Palo Alto, California
Fresno, California
Tijeras, New Mexico
Auburn, Washington
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Point Harbor, North Carolina
Minneapolis, Minnesota
New York
Valley View, Texas (I once had a pen pal from there--is it you?!)
Boston, Massachusetts
Dallas, Texas
Vancouver, British Columbia
Andrews Afb, Maryland
Dodge City, Kansas
Oakland, California
East Windsor, Connecticut
Columbia, Maryland
Meriden, Connecticut
Huntington, West Virginia
Fairfield, Pennsylvania
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Ozark, Missouri
Tempe, Arizona
Tallahassee, Florida
San Francisco, California
Terre Haute, Indiana
Coventry, Rhode Island
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
Dallas, Texas
Oak Creek, Wisconsin
Colorado Springs, Colorado
Plano, Texas
There's lots more, but I don't want to go on and on. I'm no Crazy Aunt Purl, I know, but it's cool to know that there are people out there reading. I'd love to have some of these towns posted on my Frappr map or get some friendly delurking comments.
In other news, I asked my local girlys about doing this, and now I'll send it out into the wider knitting world. As a way to think about the Lenten season, I'm going to pull out my oldest UFO, a complicated intarsia vest that I knit for my ex. We picked out a variety of colors, and I knit for months and months. When I bound off the shoulders, and he tried it on, it was WAY too small. I mean, small enough to fit a child instead of a grown man. I kept at it and wove in the roughly ten million ends, but got stuck doing the finishing work on the edges of the armholes and button bands. So I'm going to bring the UFO to my SnB next Tuesday to show it off, and the other knitters with UFOs will bring theirs. And I'll make a commitment to finish this baby and put it to rest. I'll post a picture on Mardi Gras for my readers from all over the country (and "hi", Canada!) to look at, too.
Monday, February 20, 2006
B Cubed in the House
Monday usually finds me a little worn out from my exertions with the Rev. Boxing exertions. We now have four fighting chicas in our class, and it might stun you to know just how violent we are under our sweet exteriors. Or it might nauseate you how girly we can be..."that was a really good left hook just now, D." "R, your kicks are great." "W., that's a good jab." All compliments and making sure everyone knows they're loved.This Monday night, though, I am Bouncing Baby Beverly. 'Cause I got some news that has me dancing. My Lendrum is wending its way to me, even as I type. ETA is Friday...just in time for Crafty Friday.
Even more exciting news...my ex-SIL is having a baby girl tomorrow. She was supposed to deliver on Friday, had a cold, and had to reschedule her C-section. Keep her and baby Shane in your thoughts, please. My gramps believed that if you prayed 12 Hail Mary's, 12 Our Father's, and 12 Glory Be's on a Tuesday morning that nice things would happen. A new baby sure is a nice thing, prayers or not, don't you think?
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Movies according to Courtney
Noelle's Movie Meme is out of my league. I haven't seen a whole lot of the movies on it, but Courtney at Yarn Tootin' made up her own list. I've seen more of these, so I'll bold the ones I've seen, italicize the ones I want to see, then I'm going to grade student stories.
Now in Theaters
Brokeback Mountain
Walk the Line Loved this. Even if it was a Hollywood version of Johnny's life, I loved it.
1960's
The Sound of Music Watched this at my bachelorette party with Brian.
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Breakfast at Tiffany's My new blog name PoMo Golightly (to be unveiled someday) is named after this one.
1970's
Kramer vs. Kramer
The Goodbye Girl
Grease
The Champ
The Way We Were
Rocky
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
1980's
On Golden Pond
Big
E.T.
Amadeus
Tootise
Say Anything the quintessential love story of my teen years. Lloyd rocks.
Fletch
Hoosiers
Legal Eagles
Top Gun
Ferris Beuller's Day Off saw this NINE times in the movie theater. NINE.
The Breakfast Club
Sixteen Candles
The Mosquito Coast
Men Don't Leave
Dirty Dancing saw this one in the late 90's. I was in Australia the summer it was big and missed. Own it. No one puts Beverly in a corner. Got that?
St. Elmo's Fire
Dead Poet's Society
Field of Dreams
Steel Magnolias
Dances With Wolves was this the 90's?
Running On Empty
When Harry Met Sally back before Meg started scaring me.
1990's
The Cutting Edge
Dazed and Confused
Father of the Bride (1991) the original is funnier...
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Jerry McGuire
Quiz Show
Sliding Doors
Scent of a Woman
As Good as it Gets
Reality Bites
Good Will Hunting
Kindergarten Cop
The Man in the Moon
Muriel's Wedding
A Few Good Men
Sleepless in Seattle
Strictly Ballroom
Before Sunrise
American Beauty
Jennifer Aniston
Office Space
Bruce Almighty
Along Came Polly
Julia Roberts
Pretty Woman Babs's favorite movie. She owns it.
Erin Brockovich
Mona Lisa Smile I didn't!
Bill Murray
Meatballs
Groundhog Day
What About Bob?
Lost in Translation
Documentary
Spellbound
Supersize Me
Fahrenheit 9/11
2000's
American Beauty
Lost in Translation
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
In Good Company
Pay It Forward
Meet the Parents possibly the funniest movie I'd seen in a long time.
Meet the Fockers
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
Sideways
Saving Grace
Love Actually
A Mighty Wind
Garden State
Thirteen
Traffic
Miracle
Cinderella Man
40-year-old Virgin Surprisingly sweet.
Before Sunset
About a Boy
High Fidelity
Sweet Home Alabama
The Station Agent
So that's my take on Courtney's list. What's yours? I'll try to get up my courage to tackle Noelle's soon, too!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Jaycrawlin' to Bed
It's too late for me to drag out the camera and give you a picture, but while watching Must Love Dogs (yes, I'm a sucker for John Cusack in any and all situations--will any man achieve what Lloyd Dobler did?), I finished the heel flap, then turned the heel on my Jaywalker. I'm the gang's slow knitter, I'll be the first to admit it. C'mon, there's even a button for me. But I may very well have a sock done for the picture on Tuesday. Here's hoping.
Night.
Night.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Book Meme
I saw this on one of my UNM friend's blog:
Top 50 books from whatshouldireadnext.com - copy it, bold what you've read, italicize what you plan to read. And if I haven't marked something that you think is a great read, let me know! I'll add it to my post- MFA list.
The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling
Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story - George Orwell
Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
1984 - George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut
Angels and Demons - Dan Brown
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
Neuromancer - William Gibson
Cryptonomicon - Neal Stephenson
The Secret History - Donna Tartt
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
Ender's Game - Orson Scott Card
Snow Crash - Neal Stephenson
A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens - Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman
Atonement - Ian McEwan
The Shadow Of The Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Top 50 books from whatshouldireadnext.com - copy it, bold what you've read, italicize what you plan to read. And if I haven't marked something that you think is a great read, let me know! I'll add it to my post- MFA list.
The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling
Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story - George Orwell
Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
1984 - George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut
Angels and Demons - Dan Brown
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
Neuromancer - William Gibson
Cryptonomicon - Neal Stephenson
The Secret History - Donna Tartt
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
Ender's Game - Orson Scott Card
Snow Crash - Neal Stephenson
A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens - Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman
Atonement - Ian McEwan
The Shadow Of The Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Thursday, February 16, 2006
If I Could Turn Back Time
It would be Monday again, and I'd be at my boxing lesson. And I would box better than I did. I would not flop my elbows out, I would not give my opponent a chance to zing me one. I would throw my jabs more quickly.
I saw Cher in concert, you know. She was like a Barbie doll with lots of outfits to show off.
Monday will be here soon enough. I have boxing gloves now, just little practice ones, but they look super cool. I don't hurt my hand as much with them on. Maybe all this shadowboxing will pay off. Maybe I'll keep my elbows where they belong.
I tried to watch Broken Flowers last night, but was too tired. Now my chance at it is over...only get 24 hours with Movielink. If I could turn back time. I would have waited to start that movie.
Jaycrawler progress: almost done with that heel flap. May even finish tonight if I get off the darn computer. By finish I mean the heel flap. NOT the sock!
I saw Cher in concert, you know. She was like a Barbie doll with lots of outfits to show off.
Monday will be here soon enough. I have boxing gloves now, just little practice ones, but they look super cool. I don't hurt my hand as much with them on. Maybe all this shadowboxing will pay off. Maybe I'll keep my elbows where they belong.
I tried to watch Broken Flowers last night, but was too tired. Now my chance at it is over...only get 24 hours with Movielink. If I could turn back time. I would have waited to start that movie.
Jaycrawler progress: almost done with that heel flap. May even finish tonight if I get off the darn computer. By finish I mean the heel flap. NOT the sock!
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
What's the Deal with Blogging?
Noelle posted about someone talking trash about bloggers, knit bloggers in particular. While I tend to walk away from this sort of ugliness (the trash talking, to be clear), I do think that it's sort of a super ratty thing to grouse about. I agree with Noelle. Click your mouse somewhere else if you are not interested in what is going on in someone's blog.
I've learned so much from reading blogs, about knitting, about books, about cool sites to visit. Blog reading is a nice part of my day. I don't have a television. I haven't had one in 14 years, with the exception of the time I spend at Neal's house. Knitblogs are my entertainment, and to be frank, much more productive and interactive than television usually is. We all know I'm hopelessly hooked on Netflix-ing Sex in the City. But I get more out of keeping up with the projects my local girlys are working on and reading blogs like Whip Up.
Blogs give me a sense of community outside of my UNM graduate student world. Does this community replace real life for me? No, but it is a part of my real life. Here's some interesting reading about blogs. Those of us writing blogs do so for a variety of reasons. We know we're opening up our lives, the part of our lives that we as narrators choose to reveal, to anyone who stumbles by. Those who lurk, or who like to read blogs and comment but don't have their own do so for their own reasons (btw, stop lurking. Join the WBNM Posse on my frappr map. Just for fun.). Those who are just plain ol' snarky, but keep reading anyway...I, a woman of great imagination, cannot imagine why. What do you think?
I've learned so much from reading blogs, about knitting, about books, about cool sites to visit. Blog reading is a nice part of my day. I don't have a television. I haven't had one in 14 years, with the exception of the time I spend at Neal's house. Knitblogs are my entertainment, and to be frank, much more productive and interactive than television usually is. We all know I'm hopelessly hooked on Netflix-ing Sex in the City. But I get more out of keeping up with the projects my local girlys are working on and reading blogs like Whip Up.
Blogs give me a sense of community outside of my UNM graduate student world. Does this community replace real life for me? No, but it is a part of my real life. Here's some interesting reading about blogs. Those of us writing blogs do so for a variety of reasons. We know we're opening up our lives, the part of our lives that we as narrators choose to reveal, to anyone who stumbles by. Those who lurk, or who like to read blogs and comment but don't have their own do so for their own reasons (btw, stop lurking. Join the WBNM Posse on my frappr map. Just for fun.). Those who are just plain ol' snarky, but keep reading anyway...I, a woman of great imagination, cannot imagine why. What do you think?
Monday, February 13, 2006
How Do You Know When You're In Love?
I remember asking my mom that question when I was a teenager (lo, those many years). Her response has always stuck with me. See, Babs washes the Donald's hair in the sink each night. After cleaning up the kitchen from dinner, she pulls a couple of towels out of the linen closet and puts them on the table. She puts the nicer one (you know how there's always a more raggedy towel) on top, to be used by the Donald. That, she told me, is love. When you want the best for the other person. You know what else she told me? The Donald always switches them, so the nicer one is waiting for her. There may be other ways to define love, but that's the one I cherish. And, heck, they're going to celebrate 50 years of marriage before too long. I guess they oughta know.
Happy Valentine's Day, my loveys.
Happy Valentine's Day, my loveys.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Short Story Sunday #5: Read and Discuss
I don't get a big thick New York Times delivered to my door. I read it online. I miss the Sunday Times, though, and although I could easily have the physical paper in my hands, I'm going to stick to the online version while I'm in NM. Because, you see, I take most of the day to read the physical version. Sometimes most of the week.
Since I spent much of this evening on homework and fretting by the phone, I thought Short Story Sunday could have an "I'm Five" diversion. Want to join? Read this article, then post a comment about a book club in your life...past or present. The good. The bad. The...you get the picture. Lurkers, this is a good time to participate. Don't make me call on you.
Here's my book club story. For 18 months in 2000-2002, I met with a group of friends--some of whom became friends through our meetings--each week to read James Joyce's Ulysses aloud. I had never read it and was determined to do so. We had the usual reference books to help us through, as well as the experience of a professor, lots of artistic folks, and a woman who grew up sharing a bedroom with her Irish gram. We rotated homes, always had good snacks, tried to meet in pubs (too dark and noisy), comforted each other after 9/11 (we met in Westchester. We knew a lot of people who suffered), celebrated New Years, birthdays, births, and anniversaries. We stopped meeting shortly after the book was finished. No one wanted to re-read it right away, and Portrait doesn't have the same "read me aloud" music to it. That group, Pam, Joel, Fred, Robert, Susan, Andy, Margie and me, plus the many drop in folks, has a bond that I feel for few other groups. Good reading. Good discussions. What more can you ask for?
Since I spent much of this evening on homework and fretting by the phone, I thought Short Story Sunday could have an "I'm Five" diversion. Want to join? Read this article, then post a comment about a book club in your life...past or present. The good. The bad. The...you get the picture. Lurkers, this is a good time to participate. Don't make me call on you.
Here's my book club story. For 18 months in 2000-2002, I met with a group of friends--some of whom became friends through our meetings--each week to read James Joyce's Ulysses aloud. I had never read it and was determined to do so. We had the usual reference books to help us through, as well as the experience of a professor, lots of artistic folks, and a woman who grew up sharing a bedroom with her Irish gram. We rotated homes, always had good snacks, tried to meet in pubs (too dark and noisy), comforted each other after 9/11 (we met in Westchester. We knew a lot of people who suffered), celebrated New Years, birthdays, births, and anniversaries. We stopped meeting shortly after the book was finished. No one wanted to re-read it right away, and Portrait doesn't have the same "read me aloud" music to it. That group, Pam, Joel, Fred, Robert, Susan, Andy, Margie and me, plus the many drop in folks, has a bond that I feel for few other groups. Good reading. Good discussions. What more can you ask for?
New Anticraft is Up
Gee, a few days off the computer, and it's all exciting! The new Anticraft is up. Shall we explore? First off, kudos to the crew for dedicating the issue to those affected by cancer. Let's all think about those we know for a moment, ok?
Part of the fun of this issue is that it isn't all knitting. Gasp if you must, but let's be real. If you're a knitter, most likely you enjoy other crafts, too. But we'll start with the knitting. These socks would be a loving treat for any man. Like to cook? Try this recipe. I might try it without the chicken. I know Carole is going to make this. And while I'm not going to make this, I like the idea of a collage or diorama, or whatever you call it.
Other online fun...I came across this KAL. You know you've seen this bag, wanted, lusted, longed for this bag. Me too. While there are a few projects in line ahead of it, I joined the KAL so I'd be able to keep it in the front of my mind. I especially love the Mary Poppins button. She's one of my favorite characters. Possibly because my gramp and my oldest brother were chimney sweeps.
MP takes alot of yarn, though, and as you all know, I'm on a bit of a diet. Look: Weekend Getaway Satchel (Marta McCall)Reynolds Lite-Lopi (l00% wool; 109 yd [100 m]/50 g): #0005 black heather (MC), 15 skeins; #0434 crimson, 5 skeins; #0439 cherry red, #0414 burnt red, #0444 dark grass, #0240 golden green, #0435 goldenrod, #0443 bright blue, #0438 light fuchsia, #0436 pumpkin, #0442 royal blue, #0264 mustard, #0441 leaf (light green), and #0440 bright purple, 1 skein each. All colors are used double throughout. Yarn distributed by JCA Inc.
That's a lot of yarn, huh? So, I think this is going to be a summer '06 project.
ETA: My favorite knitting designer has a new pattern in the Spring Interweaves. Check it out. I want it.
Part of the fun of this issue is that it isn't all knitting. Gasp if you must, but let's be real. If you're a knitter, most likely you enjoy other crafts, too. But we'll start with the knitting. These socks would be a loving treat for any man. Like to cook? Try this recipe. I might try it without the chicken. I know Carole is going to make this. And while I'm not going to make this, I like the idea of a collage or diorama, or whatever you call it.
Other online fun...I came across this KAL. You know you've seen this bag, wanted, lusted, longed for this bag. Me too. While there are a few projects in line ahead of it, I joined the KAL so I'd be able to keep it in the front of my mind. I especially love the Mary Poppins button. She's one of my favorite characters. Possibly because my gramp and my oldest brother were chimney sweeps.
MP takes alot of yarn, though, and as you all know, I'm on a bit of a diet. Look: Weekend Getaway Satchel (Marta McCall)Reynolds Lite-Lopi (l00% wool; 109 yd [100 m]/50 g): #0005 black heather (MC), 15 skeins; #0434 crimson, 5 skeins; #0439 cherry red, #0414 burnt red, #0444 dark grass, #0240 golden green, #0435 goldenrod, #0443 bright blue, #0438 light fuchsia, #0436 pumpkin, #0442 royal blue, #0264 mustard, #0441 leaf (light green), and #0440 bright purple, 1 skein each. All colors are used double throughout. Yarn distributed by JCA Inc.
That's a lot of yarn, huh? So, I think this is going to be a summer '06 project.
ETA: My favorite knitting designer has a new pattern in the Spring Interweaves. Check it out. I want it.
FO and Waiting by the Phone
Is it wrong to embroider a onesie while watching Sex in the City? If it is, well I don't wanna be right! My ex-SIL is scheduled for a C-section delivery of her second daughter on the 17th, and I thought I'd play with this cutie poodle for a little gift. I like the fairly instant gratification of little embroidery projects. I'm such a slow knitter that I sometimes need the boost of a FO to keep me crafting.
There's snow in the NE, have you heard? I spoke with my cousin this morning and had a spark of glee when I heard that. Surely, I thought, Neal can't fly home in this. He'll have to find a flight tomorrow morning. But he's smart, my guy. He called me on my "yippee, it's snowing, I don't have to do my homework" attitude. If you grew up in a snowy region, you know what I mean. Well, if you grew up in the South or NM, it probably only took two flakes before school was cancelled. If you grew up in TN, a little rain seems to do the trick (so MB tells me).
So, after a few tears I admitted that he was right. Most likely, he would not be staying here that extra day. Now I'm waiting by the phone to hear he's safe and sound. Another hour or so. Fly safe, Delta plane, fly safe.
While I'm waiting, I may as well bask in the memories of our too short weekend. Dinner on my birthday (thanks, btw, for all the lovely wishes/cards/gifts) was yummy: rigatoni with artichoke hearts and lemon caper sauce. On Friday we bought paint for touching up a few marks on the walls and to FINALLY paint my closet doors (installed a year ago. Yup, I didn't once think I should tackle that myself). Friday night we met D&M for dinner at il vicino. At the risk of sounding all NY on you, it's the closest thing to pizza I've found in NM. After dinner we headed out to the UNM Works in Progress. My pals Carson and Allen both did strong readings, and then my teacher Dan made me laugh as I envied his skill. More important, he got Neal to want to read a short story. Neal's been begging off reading b/c of tired eyes, and this frustrates me. He went home with Dan's collection, How Animals Mate. My best birthday gift of all.
When we came home, Neal read the essay I'm working on for my CNF class. It was so great to be able to talk about my writing with him, to hear what he thought, to talk about all sorts of things. Sometimes phone dates just don't cut it. Face-to-face conversation with him reminds me how lucky I am to have him in my life. I'm gushing now. Sorry.
Saturday we returned to my puppy's home: Madrid, NM. I like going there, but it's starting to feel like Santa Fe South. I'm not such a fan of Santa Fe, can you tell? I bought myself an egg separator at Conley Studio Pottery. If you go to Madrid, stop in there to see some neat things. After a nap on Saturday (Neal painted closet doors, I napped), we found a little Albuquerque miracle: a beautiful meal. My girly Ramona's place Graze is worth a visit. Worth planning my next visit. Soon. Neal and I shared a Graze plate...such flavor! such perfection in portion size! Neal opted for a sea bass special, while I luxuriated in the wild mushroom orzo. With truffle oil...possibly my favorite taste of all time, and this, my dear reader, is my new comfort food.
Now...I'm waiting for the phone call that lets me know my lovey is home safe. How long until the end of May?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Drained, But Still Kickin'
I just got home from having my first creative non-fiction essay workshopped. I wrote about some things that have weighed on me for decades, some things that have been critical in how I see life. It was hard at times to listen to what people had to say. I have a renewed sense of direction, though, which is good.
I came home to find a letter from one of my neighbors urging me to take more of a leadership role in our Homeowner's Association Board. I'm on the Board, which I'm glad to do--I like to be involved--but I joined it with the explicit understanding that I COULD NOT take a leadership role. My instinct is to just do it, to make happen what needs to happen. But the fact of the matter is that I will be gone in May. What good does three months (two, really, as I'll be at conferences most of March) of leadership do? A bit of sticking my thumb in a dam, I'd say. I'm bitter right now. I sometimes feel like I give and give and then get asked to give more. Of course I can say "sorry, no." But in this situation, I'm feeling manipulated. The fact that I'm moving was used as a chip of sorts in this letter. As in, don't I want to make sure everything remains in order as I go to sell my place? Permit another moment of whining. I am about one responsibility away from collapsing into full-on freaked out mode. Ok. That's enough, Missy.
Countdown: 30 minutes until my big day. 16 hours until I pick Neal up at the airport.
I came home to find a letter from one of my neighbors urging me to take more of a leadership role in our Homeowner's Association Board. I'm on the Board, which I'm glad to do--I like to be involved--but I joined it with the explicit understanding that I COULD NOT take a leadership role. My instinct is to just do it, to make happen what needs to happen. But the fact of the matter is that I will be gone in May. What good does three months (two, really, as I'll be at conferences most of March) of leadership do? A bit of sticking my thumb in a dam, I'd say. I'm bitter right now. I sometimes feel like I give and give and then get asked to give more. Of course I can say "sorry, no." But in this situation, I'm feeling manipulated. The fact that I'm moving was used as a chip of sorts in this letter. As in, don't I want to make sure everything remains in order as I go to sell my place? Permit another moment of whining. I am about one responsibility away from collapsing into full-on freaked out mode. Ok. That's enough, Missy.
Countdown: 30 minutes until my big day. 16 hours until I pick Neal up at the airport.
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