Archive for May, 2008

Argh!

Monday, May 26th, 2008

I was just looking . I swear. I went into the yarn store just to look. For the first time in two months!! And what happens? The moment I turn my back, two sneaky skeins of silk garden lite snagged the corner of my credit card, hopped stealthily up to the counter, and swiped it through. They actually bought themselves. The nerve!!

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They’re trying to dislodge my Stash socks.

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Yarn from Stash in Berkely. Pattern similar to the vine handwarmers I made a while back. Made on US 0 needles.

I hitched a ride to Ann Arbor last night, which has been nice but is also not a lot of incentive to get work done. I’m justifying this snag by the reasoning that if I were in Kalamazoo, I wouldn’t be getting any more work done. Therefore, it is better to be elsewhere where I can blame the fact that I’m not in Kalamazoo for my lack of work rather than blaming myself for not working with no excuse.

Right.

Incredible.

Friday, May 23rd, 2008

If I were still in Senegal, I would go to see these.  It’s horribly sad that they washed ashore, but can you imagine if you were actually there on that beach?  Also, look at the eyes…

Of course, then I came up with this.  And this, which I found interesting for the crazy story at the top of the page.  And then this.  And finally, this.

Why don’t more people make whale jokes?

Incidentally…

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

I saw one of these today. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen one before, meaning I spent its entire stretch of visibility wondering how on earth you get up there. How do you stop at stoplights? How do you descend?

One of my life’s great mysteries, which I’m sure a good percentage of the population can explain…

Light Something!!

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

That was my Stagecraft assignment, due yesterday. Specific, right?

Lighting things can be both easier and harder than it sounds. It’s easy to shine a light on something and call it good, but then you get into focus, color, washes, highlights, specials, warms, cools, top lighting , underlighting, etc. After much deliberation of options and scuffling through stacks of clothing, this is what I finally came up with:

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That’s right…they’re yarn fish. (And yes, my prof has a sense of humor.)

2008 and still no ERA.

Friday, May 16th, 2008

But surely there is nothing wrong with this picture.  Oops!!  It looks like someone had an accident.  Washington U, to be specific.

They have just given an honorary degree to a woman who–by default–fought against a woman’s (person’s) right to education and work, among other basic societal rights and choices.  She also does not believe that married women can be raped.  Okay…so “no” miraculously ceasing to hold meaning once you’re married? Riiiight.

Why.  Why are we giving a degree to someone who does not want other women to have them?  What did she do to deserve this?  And what was she doing all those years while she told women that they should stay home with their families?  That’s right.  She spent that time *away from her family and children* protesting the ERA and practicing law.

Practice what you preach.

Angels in America

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Is an incredible show.  Tony Kushner.  Look it up.

Now onto the real point of this post.  I came up with the most amazing idea for my senior project…but they’re not going to let me do it.  That’s all I really want to say.  Don’t bother believing them when they tell you they’re “here to help”, and that they “really want you to be able to do what you want”.

Tech Week

Monday, May 12th, 2008

Again.  All I have to say about today is that I spent 16.5 hours (over the past week) making something detailed, meticulous, and impressive, only to have it used (despite my careful research and questioning) in fashion that is completely (and dare I say obviously) contrary to the construction and all conceivable logic.  Such is life, but it still hurts.

I was having silent convulsions in my vomitorium, whispering jumbled words to myself such as “upside down” and “no…No…NOOO you can’t DO that” and “Not the BACK, you CAN’T SHOW THE BACK”.  Fortunately, we were finished soon after I reached the stage of bashing my head against the wall in a failed attempt to be absorbed into it.

I doubt anyone else cares, but that doesn’t really sooth the pain.

I live in FAB.

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

Also known as the Fine Arts Building.  Between two theatre classes which respectively include shop time and lab, my work-study in the costume shop, Angels in America rehearsals and Vagina Monologues rehearsals, I am there for a minimum of 9 hours a day.  This craziness started last week and continues through next.

About those photos…I’m home and awake for maybe two hours a day.  Okay, now break that into the time required to get up and get ready for the day, cook/pack/eat a few meals, do my homework, and if I get really really lucky to have a shower.

I think you all see where this is going…need to go to Meijer. Leegi leegi.

“It’s a good thing I like rice.”

Thursday, May 1st, 2008

I can’t tell you how many times I had occasion to say that while I was in Senegal.  Maybe even every day?  I think there were one or two days where I did NOT eat rice, but most of those were during the time that I traveled…and I *missed* it.

Since coming home I have not been eating that much rice, partly because I’m still discovering exciting lessons about how to effectively cook for one person.   The other part of that is that I’ve suddenly forgotten how to serve rice.  What, you say I don’t have time to make yassa?  But…without the yassa…how do I eat the rice?  Oh FINE, I’ll just have pasta.  No need to rub it in my face!

The other thing I discovered is that I did not actually know how to cook rice.  I mean, throw it in a pot and let it simmer for a while.  It can’t be that hard, right?

NOT TRUE.  Watch your clock, watch your pot (don’t open it until its basically done!), and just keep breathing.  It wasn’t until the third try that I both prevented an overboil and simmered out enough water.

So.  Now that I can properly cook rice, I am–with a proper degree of shame–rediscovering how to eat it.

Next step: develop more kitchen strengths to add to the ones I already possess:

1) Sheer, dumb luck

2) Rotting vegetables in my refrigerator  (Buying for one person is *tough*!)