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Yesterday I started to teach Andrew how to spin yarn. He's terribly interested in Bill's spinning wheel, but has been told that he has to go through hand spinning and using a drop spindle before he is allowed to use the wheel. He's Bill's kin all right, started to pick it up quick as you please, but then instead of moderating himself and making sure he had it, he got overambitious and tried to spin a piece that I think was 7 ft long, by hand, before making any more short two-plies. He's terribly hard on himself when he doesn't grasp something immediately, it makes him afraid to try to learn new things, and I find it a very frustrating personality trait to deal with. He's nine, though, and I can deal with that with more patience than I can generally muster for adults who haven't learned past that kind of stumbling block.
He's got a really quick mind, for spatial and mathematical things. It didn't take him long to figure out that plying is really multiplying, and today he came to me and showed me a very short 16-ply piece and explained to me how he got it. (It was a piece he'd done with help yesterday, plied more.) Partly to get him out of the middle of the kitchen, and partly to encourage him to not leave the spinning idea by the wayside just because it's hard, I suggested that he go practice making short two-ply yarns while I made supper. He made one, very even, and about 2 feet long. Still ambitious, but now he's getting the muscle memory.
His vocabulary is really interesting. He doesn't have a sturdy grasp on most nouns, though all other parts of speech he both uses and picks up on in conversation, more or less independently from the nouns to which they refer. He learned the word "nocturnal" earlier today from Bill, and used it in a conversation about snakes at the dinner table. I really hope he remembers "potential kinetic energy" from the bike ride home from the co-op.

Having the kid around is really good for me, exercise-wise. Normally I'll come home from work and put the bike away. Today I decided I'd come home, hook up the Trail-A-Bike and pedal up to the Olympia Food Co-op. That's approximately 3.75 miles, mostly uphill. He did pretty well, and I kept thinking, "well damn, if I did this 2, 3 times a week, I'd be in much better shape again!"

I was extremely pleased tonight, also, because Andrew decided that he wanted to try the mild version of the salsa that I usually eat. He dolloped a fair amount onto his burrito, and proclaimed it, mouth full, to be "rmmrry guudh!" It'll be another thing that wigs out his little brother: a bonus.

Shower for me, it's been hot.
ariadne3: (knit ammonite)
FSM knitty

Oh. My. Golly. Leda is so right. I need to make one. It will of course be hers.
ariadne3: (blues brothers)
Well, Cathy and I went up to SeaTac (a horrible collision of names,) and retrieved the nephew, whom we will have on loan for about a month before having to return him to his rightful parent. He glommed onto me as soon as he got off of the walkway, and I carried him for a ways through the airport. His mom is right, he hasn't really grown that much since last year. Hopefully the combination of him no longer having to be on the EVIL mood and appetite suppressing meds and us having the kind of food he likes to eat will result in a growth spurt and some weight gain before we send him on home. Poor guy is picky; there are a few foods he really doesn't like at all, like tomatoes (I don't get that one, apparently it's a texture thing,) and the rest of it, he doesn't like poor quality food. At home, he won't eat the eggs; they're the insipid, flat kind that come from the store. Here, he practically won't eat anything without eggs, in fact I fed him tamago rolls for supper and he was ecstatic. I quote, "at Missouri they don't know how to do these right, they put bread on the outside!!!" Bread on tamago? That's weird. I've seen it as described in the link above, and the way I make it, which is to roll it around a sheet of nori so that it makes a spiral when cut.He felt so strongly about it that he was practically in tears about the wrongness of it all. I think that was also due to relief that I was doing it right, and that he was at that point working on minimal sleep and jetlag.

You see, he was super excited to be coming, apparently he woke his mom at 6:00 am (Central time) by bouncing on her bed and crowing "I get to go to Uncle Bill's todayyyyyyy!!!" His plane arrived at 9:00 pm Pacific time and he was still super amped. He crashed out pretty hard in the car on the way home (gladly, we did not crash, despite the best efforts of drivers who suddenly braked to a halt in front of us, and the one who almost side-swiped the car in front of us, as well...)but when I woke him up to come inside he regained the level of energy that only an exhausted, excited kid can attain. Once fed the aforementioned tamago and a couple of slices of melon, he chilled out with the cat for a while and finally consented to be tucked in. I expect that he'll sleep in, but not as much as I want him to!

I'm pretty excited that he's here, too. I love children, and a chance to have one, especially one like Andrew, around the house for extended periods of time makes me really happy.

Damnity damn. Just spilled the last sip of marionberry ale on my shirt. That usually only happens with water or tea, I must be pretty tired, too.

Anyhow, this looked like fun, so I did the book list.

(Lifted from [personal profile] young_raven )

Bold those you have read.
Italicize those you intend to read.
Underline the books you LOVE.
Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.

Booklies! )
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Your result for The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test...

The Harlequin

You scored 42% Cardinal, 46% Monk, 35% Lady, and 32% Knight!

You are a mystery, a jack-of-all-trades. You have the king's ear, but also listen to murmurings of the common folk. You believe in the value of force and also literature. Truly you are the puzzlement of the age.

Take The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test at HelloQuizzy



Plus, I get to wear the REALLY fashionable colors.
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Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done. Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.

1: Concussed myself on an anvil. Yes, an actual anvil.

2: Cataloged, described, and analyzed ALL of the activities in the painting Kinderspiele (Children's Games) by Pieter Brueghel the Elder.

3: Gotten stuck hip-deep in silty mud wearing nothing but shoes, duct tape, a swim cap and some goggles.
ariadne3: (knit ammonite)
Yesterday was so promising. It began with a lovely bike ride that included finding eight perfectly ripe salmonberries, which I ate quite happily. Work was work, with the new bookstore manager continuing to make things the way he likes them. Ever seen the movie "Secretary"? Remember the boss character? (How could you forget...) Well, he's that guy. I actually think that he will be an excellent manager for the bookstore once he and all of the permanent staff are used to each other. A couple of things he does that I approve of: talks to the students to see what they would do to improve the store and make it more inviting, is changing the snack selection at the store to at least 75% organic, and I think he'll be insisting on more fairly traded clothing items. (C. has been working on that, but there's been some resistance because certain staff don't think that students would be willing to pay more for sweatshop-free. I think they would, especially at this school.) He's got some fitting in to do, though. When a student employee provides the correct pronunciation of his name, and is given an eye roll and incorrect pronunciation in return, that's not exactly good management practice. There was something else about loudly proclaiming his heterosexuality...? Not sure, sounded like a doth protest too much, to me.

So yeah, work was work, and work was fine, and the bike ride home was fine, and I was in a pretty good mood and all ready to finish my final evaluation for school, up until the point that some MORONIC ASSHOLE nearly pulled his car out into the traffic that was ME. I could have sworn that eye contact was made, but when I was in the middle of the intersection, dude decided to continue his rolling stop right on forward. I certainly hope that I scared the shit out of him when I leaned into his windshield and yelled HEEEEYYYY!!!!! as loudly as I could, while pedaling as fast as I could to get the hell out of the way. He jumped and slammed on the brakes, and I didn't get flattened, but it still ruined my mood all the way through today. I was pretty angry about the near-miss, much angrier than I really ought to be over such a thing, and a general irritable malaise has followed me all the way through my day today. I started to feel physically sick roundabout 3:00, so I left work early and begged off of my co-op shift. Some control was regained by watering the beans, feeding the chickens, cleaning the catbox and the bathroom, but I'm still pretty grumpy and a little feverish. Gnaaarrrrgh. Popcorn may be in order.

After the bathroom cleaning, it was imperative that I have a shower, not for the least reason that I cleaned the shower nekkid. Much easier than getting my clothes covered in shower grime, I think. It was getting pretty bad: I could see the grossness even without my contact lenses in. Since my focal range is just slightly more than 6 inches away from my face, you can be sure that the state of the shower was getting to a critical point. Soy-based-citrus-oil solvent is a wonderful thing, with multifarious uses. (It is also excellent for removing winter-grade road yuck from a bike chain.)

I need to work on my summative self evaluation for Evergreen. I'm a little worried that not having it done is causing a hold on my transcript, which in turn is causing a hold on my financial aid for next year. Eep. Self evaluations have always been, by far, my least favorite thing to write while in school. That is both the advantage and the downfall of a school that doesn't believe in letter grades. I have been looking at my old self and faculty evals, and they really do a great job of describing student progress. I still am, however, sick to the teeth of writing about how I feel about school.

So, of course, I find something else to do, even if it too is writing. How contradictory can I be?

I have odd thoughts from time to time while I am in the shower. Here is today's:

φ, π, 4, 8.7596239887...

(that is, phi, pi, fo', sum. Yes, it *is* a nerdy joke.)

Previous thoughts have included the epiphany that, my zip code here, and my zip code in Eugene, are numerologically interesting in that, if you remove the number 9 from the beginning of my Eugene zip code, add 1 to each digit, and replace the 9, it is then my zip code here in Olympia. (I also know practically all of the fruit and vegetable plus at the Co-op, which I think is somehow related to this notion.)

Another shower thought from much longer ago: What do you get when you combine a Phoenician with an Saxon?




A saxophone.


Tomorrow Cathy and I go up to SeaTac (most unfortunate town name, ever...) to pick up the nephew. He'll be staying with us for a month. I'm pretty excited about it, but that's because he's one of my most favorite children. I believe the plan is to go retrieve the kid, retrieve his luggage, bring him home, feed him, make him brush his teeth, and then stuff him into bed. This reminds me that I still need to remake the library into a kid-friendly bedroom again. I'll do it after I've done some more writing on the dreaded eval.

But first...about that popcorn...

Glimpses

Jun. 22nd, 2008 01:43 pm
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This morning involved an inadvertent glimpse at parenthood. The "ex-niece" (will relate story later,) was up at 7:30, and Cathy and Bill were leaving. I got to wake up to **Poke** **poke poke** "Hey, wake up. The kid says she's starving and I have to leave now, I love you, bye!"
I laid in bed for a little while trying to remember how to open my eyelids, and listened to the radio, which was relating a story about the sexual habits of female primates. Eventually I began to hear mystery thumps, so I peeled myself out of bed. I was met by a chipper 10 year old, who informed me that she wasn't really all that hungry but what time was breakfast?

Good thing she liked the noodle glop I managed to invent while still half asleep.
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Your result for The What Greek God Are You Test...

The What Greek God Are You Test

You are most like the God Dionysis!
Dionysis is the god of wine, intoxication and creative ecstacy. In short, a party god! He was often having drunken orgies with both men and women, as well as with helpless maidens his centaurs would carry off for him.
he had a large following of women who had fallen into a frenzy or "mania". These women were taken by a madness that compelled them to run around in a craze and often times become violent. Many of these frenzied outbursts had a strong sexual content.
Just don't forget while having all this fun that there is more to life than getting off!

Take The What Greek God Are You Test at HelloQuizzy

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I've somewhat resisted the idea of posting on a weblog for a while now, but my current infatuation with ravelry.com seems to be swaying me toward more time at the electric hearth, as well as the renewed vigor with which I have begun tackling a new and challenging knitting project. Cathy has an old, yucky, polyester and polar fleece jacket that I have decided must be replaced by a nice, new, wool, knitted-by-me sweater. Cables! Hoody! Sleeves and a body! (My previous most complicated endeavor was the knitted ammonite, prior to that, glovey mittens, and a metric shitload of socks.)

I've just attended my first graduation ceremony and have come away with a sunburn and a BA. Also, Bill made me a cool copper mortarboard that turned my forehead green on top of the sunburn. Super sexy. I'm doing the Master in Teaching program next year, and am currently playing the paperwork game. (Yes, I *have* graduated. Yes, I *do* in fact want you to give me financial aid. No, I *don't* know when my teachers will finish my final evaluations...)

I participated in the annual Mud Run insofar that I plunged into the mud, but I did not in fact make it all the way across. Beautifully decked out as I was in my duct tape, shoes, goggles and green latex swim cap, I still managed to find a hidden hole in the mud and was sucked in up to my tender girly parts. My wonderful housemate, who was also graduating, stopped on the return leg of the race with a couple of other folks and hauled me out with a schlorpf and a plop, and then he went on to win the race anyhow. I still owe him a beer for that one. I'm a bit amused by the fact that I have hickeys from the mud all up and down my legs. There was nothing in the mud to bruise me, (that's why it was so hollow, after all,) it's all from suction. I've never been so glad to get a shower from a cold hose.

Aaaaand, I have given myself a lovely new tattoo as a present for making it through all of that school: I now have a crow in flight on my left wrist. I'm going to need to get it touched up a bit, as I managed to catch it on something at a crucial stage while healing, and it currently has a very faint, hooded crow sort of marking.

Also, thanks to young_raven for reminding me that I do in fact have a livejournal page.
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I'm good with this flavor. I'd eat me all the time.


What Flavour Are You? Tomato is what I taste like.Tomato is what I taste like.


I taste like nothing, except a tomato. I'm sometimes sweet and sometimes tart; sometimes juicy, sometimes crisp. The roles of a tomato are many and varied. I am an exception to all the rules. What Flavour Are You?

test run

Aug. 1st, 2006 10:02 am
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You Are Rain

You can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming.
Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you.

You are best known for: your touch

Your dominant state: changing


Saw this on a friend's site. These are sometimes fun. I like this answer; I like the rain.

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