Manisk

I can't control myself! I don't want to work. I don't want to take care of my house or family. I just want to knit, crochet, read about knitting, read about crocheting, look at yarn, and think about all of the above.

Clearly I'm attempting to avoid reality, and reality is pretty overwhelming right now: We're selling our house and moving overseas. My father is very sick. My husband is stressed out. My mother is sad that we're leaving. My son is in constant need of attention. I have students expecting me to guide and advise them competently. I have friends with whom I want to maintain friendships. I'm going to be starting a new job in a foreign country. Argh. There's just so much to deal with!

So, instead we have:


This is made out of left over linen that my mother gave me, improvising a pattern out of Erika Knight's Simple Crochet. It makes me very happy, even though it doesn't really have much of a function.

Then there's this:

Or, rather more accurately, these:

Which are the grannie squares for the "Häkelbeutel" purse that I failed miserably at last month. I won't have enough yarn to finish it, and I am too cheap to buy more, so why even bother? Manic behavior. But ah, the triumph of mastering the evil "grannie square." What I didn't understand before is that, unlike in knitting, in crocheting you don't make the stitch into the stitch below, but rather below the stitch below (if that makes any sense). It changes everything.

And then the German sock yarn (Trekking XXL, purchased used from a Raveler) for making the Drops "rillejakke" arrived in the mail the day before yesterday, and it is so gorgeous that I absolutely had to drop the Lattice lace pullover (which I'm finding rather demoralizing since I'm convinced it will be too small) and start knitting. It's kind of a midnight blue with various blue, teal, and purple highlights. I'm really enjoying the easy garter stitch. Very therapeutic for my addled mind...


And if that's not enough I spent a lovely afternoon with my mother yesterday deciding on her birthday present. I'm going to -- what else? -- knit her a hat. After visits to three different yarn stores we settled on three skeins of this (O-wool Balance, 50% merino 50% cotton, all organic in a color called "Ruby"):


I did manage to work my way through my mail-in election ballot, and turned it in today. I also finally managed to call a plumber to set up an estimate for the plumbing work that needs to be done before the sale of the house goes through. And after a reminder, I faxed a form over to the title company. Little by little I do a few things, but mostly I just sit in a fog, frantically manipulating needles.

Å herregud

I try to be a nice person, but fundamentally I'm just pretty cranky. Case in point on Friday. I walked across campus for a meeting and my path was blocked by two young women distributing copies of the Book of John. I politely said no thank you and went to the meeting. When it was over I passed them again, and again they went out of their way to get in my way. I swerved around and when one of them asked me if I wanted a copy of the Book of John I said (shaking my head, and with a fairly aggressive tone of voice) : "Pack of lies. Pack of lies!" and kept walking. She shouted back (indignantly): "Ummm, I beg to differ! It's a pack of truth!"

Sigh. What a terrible attempt at communication on both parts. I know I had PMS. Maybe she did too? Either way, it doesn't bode well for peace, love, and understanding in the world. I've just reached a saturation point with proselytizing, and can't even bear to be confronted with it any more.

When I was at a conference last week I shared two 3-hour drives with a colleague who is a professor of religious studies and a life-long, and very dedicated Christian. We had the most wonderful and open conversations about belief and non-belief. I think we both are left with an uplifting feeling of having learned and shared on a pretty deep level. I was so happy to hear him say that he thinks doubt is the only defensible position as a Christian. I don't think I'm anti-belief per se, since it's one of my favorite things to discuss with people I respect and know, but I just can't abide complete strangers shoving it in my face.

While waiting in the airport on the way to that same conference a woman with a "We Need Alan Keyes" button sat down next to me and another guy. They guy looked at the "Boycott MacDonald's" form she was filling out and asked her about it. It turns out her "reason" (in the loosest sense of the word) was that MacDonald's is pro-gay and holds meetings to encourage its employees to become gay. Seriously. He asked her if she was voting for McCain and she said "No way! He's not pro-life" (last time I checked McCain is running on a firm pro-life platform, but who am I to correct this lady?).

She and the guy started exchanging comments about how horrible homosexuality is, and then out of the blue she turns to me (who is diligently knitting and trying to avoid eye contact with the nut jobs) and tells me I need to go see some movie that will "improve your marriage." When I say I don't think I'll do that she goes on the attack "Why not? Don't you want to improve your marriage? I went and it improved my marriage." Not a word about whatever religious message is in the film, because then it would be obvious that she's pushing her religion on strangers, but you have to know the film is religious. To satisfy your morbid curiosity I'm linking to a Christian website that has a description and trailer of the film, which is called Fireproof.

From there the woman went on a rant about how liberals are supposed to be so tolerant, but they're really more closed minded than everyone else. Well, yeah. She's right. I wasn't going to listen to her, so I moved to another seat. I am intolerant. I'm sick of the crap these people spew at complete strangers.

What I don't get is how these people, who know absolutely nothing about who I am, what I believe in, or what my life is like continue to think it's okay to just launch into me. And then if I choose not to drop everything and bow down to whatever cockamamie attitude or deity they're buying into, they get all huffy. What a totally weird way for people to spend their time...

Grimase

Actually, I sympathize a lot with John McCain in this snapshot, as he apparently caught himself heading the wrong way off the stage last night. I do things like that all the time, and usually have much the same expression. Of course that doesn't mean I'm going to vote for the guy.

By the way, I finished the purse in time for my trip to Decorah, Iowa for a conference. I'm not wild about the color, but the shape of the purse is perfect for my purposes. I made it much shorter than the pattern. Here it is, in all its wonky, neophyte-crocheter glory:

Skolevalg

I watched the third presidential debate tonight. Actually, I watched it twice--once live and once on PBS. There are dozens of issues I could raise, such as McCain calling people who support choice "pro-abortion," or Obama's failed and repeated attempts to equate McCain and Bush, which I find really irritating. But the thing that struck me the most was actually the discussion of education.

I was finally able to put my finger on what bothers me about McCain's position of "school choice." His entire education policy is based on giving parents a choice in where to send their children. What he doesn't say is that his competition-based model for education is based on the assumption that somehow everyone will be able to put their kids in the "good" schools through vouchers. But what happens to the bad schools? And how can the good schools meet the demand, even just in terms of logistics, especially given that class size is a crucial element in improving student performance? It's a Lake Wobegon approach to education, in which all the schools are somehow going to be above average, and in my view it's totally unrealistic.

Oh, and here's the really important part. This is what I was knitting during the debate:
It's the free scarf pattern "Japanske bølger" that a Danish raveler published. I decided to use the wildly popular Japanese yarn, Noro Kureyon sock yarn, which I got for $11 (using a 40% off coupon to bring down the price). People rave on and on about it, but I actually pretty much hate the yarn. It's single ply, so it gets all twisted, and it is exceptionally scratchy. The thickness varies from sewing thread to worsted weight yarn, which to me just seems sloppy, even though I know it's on purpose. The variegation in colors also includes a bright electric blue, but I've been taking it out as I go along as I wanted a more subdued scarf. So now you know!

Nedtellingen har begynt!

The first week of the quarter is over (10 to go, including finals week). We also have a partially renovated bathroom, which is to say a lovely new floor and a new tub surround. It looks exponentially better, and the buyers (who picked out the flooring) are happy. It would have been nice to replace the hideous walls too, but we were really just replacing areas that were water damaged. Here's what it looks like:



Yesterday was the whole house inspection, so that was kind of stressful. I think we're looking at somewhere around $2000 more that we'll have to put into the house. Sigh. But it looks like everything is still good to go. If all goes well, we'll close on or around Halloween, then rent back from the buyers until our departure date of 16 December.

I continue to knit like there's no tomorrow. This time it's the "Lattice Lace Pullover" from Knit So Fine: Designs with Skinny Yarns. I started knitting in too small a size, so I had to rip out about 9 inches and start over in the right size. I'm now back up to about where I was when I started ripping:



Today I also did my first real blocking of a piece of knitting (as opposed to simply steam pressing a piece of knitting). It is so cool. Can't wait to see the dried results tomorrow. It turns out one of the best things to use as a blocking board are the foam alphabet floor mats that most kids, including my own, have. So here's the Ribbon Lace Scarf in all its 73 x 10 inches of glory, with about 14,000 straight pins in it:


Confession: I've been watching a lot of tv lately...

I have now watched two episodes of a new show on Masterpiece Mystery, "The Ruby in the Smoke" and "The Shadow in the North." Now, don't get me wrong. I adore mysteries. I adore period pieces. I especially adore period mysteries. I even totally adore the actor JJ Feild, who stars as the love interest. But I think these are absolutely dreadful! They are so un-Victorian in every way. I appreciate the revisionism in terms of race (the cast is totally "integrated" in a cool way), but the female character is just utterly unbelievable on every level. Wrong, wrong, wrong, as any fan of nineteenth-century England would tell you.

But on the up side of things, KE and I have started a mini Twin Peaks marathon. It turns out CBS.com has all the episodes available on its website. And here's an embarrassing confession: I only saw two or three episodes when it originally came out, and completely missed how fabulously brilliant it is. I am absolutely entranced by it now. We watch about two episodes a night, most evenings. It is so totally absorbing and weirdly familiar. We just watched the episode in season two in which Laura Palmer's killer is revealed (I must be the only person born in 1967 who didn't know who it was). Fascinating. I've skimmed a couple of academic articles on the series, and it sounds like things are about to get really weird. Can't wait!

Don't heckle the hekler

I need a purse. I had a very expensive leather Coach purse that I carried for about 5 years. I kind of liked it, but not really since the straps always slid off my shoulder. It started getting worn looking, and I jettisoned it during part of my decluttering this summer for our move I had a great crocheted basic sac thing that I always used for travel since it was light weight and easy to pack, but that has disappeared. I have an ancient (I bought it when I was 16!) small leather purse that I can't quite fit enough in. So, I need a purse. I decided that I could possibly crochet enough to make one for myself. I started out trying to make one out of "grannie squares," and it was a disaster. It turns out one of the fundamental things I enjoy about knitting and the like is the continuous process of knitting (or crocheting) a long strand. Both grannie squares and the knitted mitred squares that some people use (I also tried that) entail all the things I don't really like about knitting, and very little of what I actually like. I was about to give up, but then I found this! It is the exact duplicate of the great travel purse I have misplaced, and what's more, it is super fun to make! It's just one continuous spiral of 50 rows of single crochet stitch in a big loop. I, who thought I couldn't crochet, am actually having fun and making an acceptable creation. It's so cool, and I'm so excited!

We have accepted the bid on the house and it's in escrow now! Yay! It was low I suppose (2% less than what we paid in 2005), but all things considered, I think we're very lucky to have an offer, especially even before we officially put the house on the market. We'll be doing the transaction without a realtor. We really like the couple who wants to buy the house. Here's hoping it all goes through...

P.S. Note to self: in honor of the upcoming season of Survivor, I'd really like to get myself one of these, the "pre-pixelated t-shirt produced by Ironic Sans.

Bikube ... eller vepsebol?

I know how I feel about the political policies of John McCain and Sarah Palin. I oppose their solutions on nearly all issues: the economy, social justice, reproductive rights, and foreign policy.

I don't, however, know what to think about Sarah Palin's hairdo, or its eerie similarity to Cindy McCain's. Why are both women sporting beehive updos? What is that supposed to signify?




Here's a link to one analysis published in the Boston Herald. But all it offers is a critique of the style itself, not a questioning of what signal the Republicans are trying to get across. US Magazine reports here that the look is intended to downplay her physical attractiveness and get people to take her seriously. My theory is that its a kind of homage to the early cold war period. And also, it's a way of dealing with fine, limp hair (something I have intimate and extensive knowledge of...). Kind of like: control your hair = control the world ???