« January 2004 | Main | March 2004 »
More rain today. I can hear it pouring off the roof and smacking the courtyard outside. The air smells of water and ozone and wet concrete. Even though I am worried about its effects on my already nutty commute (what is it about people in this part of the county?) and I'm annoyed I left my umbrella in the car, I am happy it is here.
RAIN!
I haven't been up to much this week, either at home or at work. Television and computer, two screens, brief punctuations to make cocoa (the only free drink mix at work I like), or knit, or eat. Booo-ring.
My samples for the sweater-to-be are turning out well. Next, getting more yarn. And restraining myself from just bounding into the project without thinking it through first.
A general knitting-related question: does anyone know of any simple non-hat, non-scarf patterns that a man might enjoy making? D. is tired of scarves and doesn't just want to knit endless samplers. He's not intimidated by complicated stitches (he's in a slip-stitch phase now) but is a fairly conservative dresser and doesn't want a complicated pattern (one thing at a time, he says). Thoughts?
I'm feeling political these days, though I'm not sure why. Probably too much time on the poli-blogs.
What are you folks up to these days? The blogosphere seems fairly quiet in my neck of the woods of late.
My two results:
|
and
|
Remember my recent hard drive frustration? Well, imagine my feelings after buying a new hard drive, by another company, and not being able to get it to work either.
Lots of tooth-gnashing, cursing of the hardware gods, and one cross email.
Then I upgraded from OS9 to 9.1, in a vague (yes, vague) hope that it would help. Well, it did, but not in the way I expected.
Note to myself: When installing anything new, be it hardware or software, TURN OFF THE EXTENSIONS FIRST.
(I can't believe I forgot this.)
Worked like a charm.
Sometimes you run across a poem that resonates with both mind and gut, on a level too deep for words. In the wake of reading, there is a sense of profound, pervasive satisfaction. Chris has written one.
(I am sooo envious!)
The title is a rough transcription of my standard "dopey-dopey-doh" type noise, used to indicate the state of having a brain in non-working mode.
What is it about afternoons that makes me feel stupid, and Friday afternoons even more so?
Not much to post about today. Survivor was very gratifying last night; it was nice to see people briefly step out of the game mentality and act like real people with real lives elsewhere for once. Rupert's cabin/pit was just laughably bad, the man-bites-shark story was hilarious, and I loved the rock garden.
I hate to say it, but seeing all the bug bites made me nostalgic. I've been on trips like that! (And, more fool me, I'm dreaming about going on another one.)
I turned in a book review last week; the editor said it was a "fine piece of work, like always."
My current craftiness is obsessing over some lovely soft sage/celery green wool that I think would be perfect for a simple sweater with a Nordic or Fair Isle border in tan. I'm very eager to begin, but I've been balked by the lack of time to visit the yarn store. Happily, D. and I will be going there this weekend.
I want this book.
The neighbor's cat continues to make an adorable pest of herself every morning and evening. Meow, meow, yowl, scratch, rattle the screen, lemme-in-lemme-in-lemme-in! It's a damn good thing she's cute.
Back to work...
The only thing more annoying than being given a list of people to cold-call is being given a list of people to cold-call when more than half of them should not be called in the first place.
It's one thing to call people when we're missing information that only they can provide; it's another thing entirely to call them because someone on our end failed to enter the proper data or file an already completed form and forgot to tell the people handling the call lists this.
Grrr....
Even more annoying than all of the above is learning that some people shouldn't have been called by calling them and having them say, in effect, "What are you talking about?" and realizing that it's not them who screwed up.
Lovely. I get to seem like an idiot, and it ain't even my own fault. Bleh.
Edit: They did treat the staff to fifteen-minute massages today, so I guess it balances out. Create the aggravation, ease the aggravation...
I managed to go jogging again today. To appreciate why this is such an amazing thing, realize that I had to (a) get out of a warm bed earlier than usual, (b) go outside in the cold,* (c) exercise, (d) make two breakfasts.**
*Yes, I know that 50 degrees is not cold by many people's standards. (Heck, a year ago I would have considered that warm!) However, when temperatures are such that I have goosebumps and my hands begin to hurt and grow clumsy, I think I am justified in calling them "cold."
**I have learned that if I exercise without eating something first, I get lightheaded and sick. However, eating enough to last me to lunch means a stomach full of food bouncing around. So: an energy shake, jogging, then my usual tea and cereal.
There is Rantage at Caveat Lector, and it is righteous rantage. Worth a look.
On a side note -- can someone remind me of how trackbacks work, again? I can never figure out whether I should be linking to the permalink or using the trackback.
Recent Comments