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arguchikREADING: I finished reading Farthing, the book by Jo Walton I posted about in a previous RWPK. About a third of the way through the book, I was completely hooked and had to know what happened. After I finished it, I immediately wanted to buy the sequel, Ha'Penny. Last weekend I was in Portland, and found it at Powell's, along with a third book that I didn't even realize existed (though in retrospect, I think I must have seen it at Third Place Books up in Lake Forest Park, which is where I got Farthing on my friend Sarah's recommendation). That one is called Half a Crown. So of course, since last weekend I have now completed both Ha'Penny and Half a Crown. I am also still working on the Stegner (Spectator Bird) and a book my brother encouraged me to take from our parents' house: Elizabeth Marshall Thomas' The Hidden Life of Dogs. It's a fascinating account of Thomas' observations of dogs, in her quest to answer the question of what dogs "want." She's shamelessly anthropomorphic in her observations and in her analysis, but I find it interesting all the same. It sheds new light on dog behavior.
WEARING: At the moment I'm decked out in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I'm working at home today and just wanted to be comfy when I got up this morning. The sweatshirt was given to me by my sister, Jan. I think I may have posted about it before. It bears words in Latin: "Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes," which apparently means (with confirmation from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glaucon) "If you can read this, you have too much education."
PLANNING: This weekend will be nowhere near as exciting as last weekend was. How do you top a trip to Portland, a fun housewarming party, and a Fleet Foxes show at the Moore? Tonight I'm going to the College Inn for beer and nachos with friends. I don't know what will happen after that. Tomorrow I'm going to be home doing some work, though I might decide to take an epic walk. Tomorrow evening I want to stop in at my friend Edward's birthday party, which is happening at the Rendezvous. Sunday I have no plans as yet.
KNITTING: I'm almost afraid to blog about my knitting anymore, after this story about that Carnation woman who was starving her stepdaughter to death. Apparently she was "preoccupied with knitting" and kept an "obscure blog about her obsession with knitting." Creepy. And I feel compelled to say that yes, I am a somewhat obsessive knitter. I knit almost every day, usually to pass time on the bus or to keep my hands occupied while hanging out with my roommates. I also blog about my knitting, and post pictures of my knitting on that--one might say "obscure"--blog and on my Ravelry project pages. I participate in knitting discussion forums on Ravelry, and I read a bunch of other knitting blogs (you can see a list of the blogs I keep track of on my blogspot blog). I daydream about future projects, and I have a large yarn stash (though not so large that I couldn't list everything in it, without peeking, if I had to). But I'm a nice person who wouldn't hurt a fly, and I believe the same to be true about the other knitters and knit bloggers I know.
Yeah, I know, it's silly to feel like I have to defend myself and this craft that I love just because some other knitter did this horrific thing. The knitting community, like any other community, has its share of bad apples, and in fact I expect that the percentage of bad apples in the knitting community is substantially similar to the percentage in the population at large. It's a weird impulse, and I can't fully explain where it comes from except to say that there's something about belonging to a smaller community that makes one feel protective of it. Sort of like how, when I was a teenager, I was "allowed" to complain about my mom to my friends, or to talk about how weird my family was; but if anyone else dared to breathe a critical syllable, I turned into an overprotective pitbull. In this case, of course, it is not Rebecca Long that I want to protect, it is knitting, knitters, and the knitting community, especially that group of knitters who knew her IRL or on Ravelry, or read her blog, yet never guessed that she was capable of anything like this.
WEARING: At the moment I'm decked out in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I'm working at home today and just wanted to be comfy when I got up this morning. The sweatshirt was given to me by my sister, Jan. I think I may have posted about it before. It bears words in Latin: "Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes," which apparently means (with confirmation from
glaucon) "If you can read this, you have too much education."PLANNING: This weekend will be nowhere near as exciting as last weekend was. How do you top a trip to Portland, a fun housewarming party, and a Fleet Foxes show at the Moore? Tonight I'm going to the College Inn for beer and nachos with friends. I don't know what will happen after that. Tomorrow I'm going to be home doing some work, though I might decide to take an epic walk. Tomorrow evening I want to stop in at my friend Edward's birthday party, which is happening at the Rendezvous. Sunday I have no plans as yet.
KNITTING: I'm almost afraid to blog about my knitting anymore, after this story about that Carnation woman who was starving her stepdaughter to death. Apparently she was "preoccupied with knitting" and kept an "obscure blog about her obsession with knitting." Creepy. And I feel compelled to say that yes, I am a somewhat obsessive knitter. I knit almost every day, usually to pass time on the bus or to keep my hands occupied while hanging out with my roommates. I also blog about my knitting, and post pictures of my knitting on that--one might say "obscure"--blog and on my Ravelry project pages. I participate in knitting discussion forums on Ravelry, and I read a bunch of other knitting blogs (you can see a list of the blogs I keep track of on my blogspot blog). I daydream about future projects, and I have a large yarn stash (though not so large that I couldn't list everything in it, without peeking, if I had to). But I'm a nice person who wouldn't hurt a fly, and I believe the same to be true about the other knitters and knit bloggers I know.
Yeah, I know, it's silly to feel like I have to defend myself and this craft that I love just because some other knitter did this horrific thing. The knitting community, like any other community, has its share of bad apples, and in fact I expect that the percentage of bad apples in the knitting community is substantially similar to the percentage in the population at large. It's a weird impulse, and I can't fully explain where it comes from except to say that there's something about belonging to a smaller community that makes one feel protective of it. Sort of like how, when I was a teenager, I was "allowed" to complain about my mom to my friends, or to talk about how weird my family was; but if anyone else dared to breathe a critical syllable, I turned into an overprotective pitbull. In this case, of course, it is not Rebecca Long that I want to protect, it is knitting, knitters, and the knitting community, especially that group of knitters who knew her IRL or on Ravelry, or read her blog, yet never guessed that she was capable of anything like this.
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