Nov. 8th, 2009 05:49 pm
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Every year or so I find myself wanting to pick up a new skill: spinning, juggling, html. This time around it's typing. Not that I couldn't already type, but I've always been a few-finger typist---fast but not efficient, and definitely not great for my much-abused hands.

Dvorak is a different keyboard layout, named after its creator (vs Qwerty, named after the top row). It was designed for efficiency and comfort and was thrown out in the era of typewriters because it sped typists up and made their keys lock.* Now that's no longer a problem, it's becoming popular sort of the way Linux is: many people have heard of it but most have never seen, much less used, it.

Anyway, I had this annual urge, and I've been typing Dvorak ever since. I didn't switch my keys, so I really have to touch-type. It's been about a month (I think I started on October 3rd or so, but I'd have to check) and I now come in around 40-45 WPI. I'm hoping to get well above that over the next while, but in the meantime it's fast enough to let me take notes in class, write papers, and argue with people on the internet (and let me tell you, the first week or two, when I couldn't do the latter? That was torture). I can go back to Qwerty on other computers without impeding my speed or accuracy in Dvorak, too.

So--yay new skills. It's gotta be good for the brain, right?

*That may be an urban legend, but I sure like it.
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I am now going to attempt a SERIOUS internet reduction, for the next two weeks. If you see me here, please yell at me to read a book!

If you need to reach me, call my parents' house (most of you who'd need to have that number), but I'll probably be checking my e-mail once a day, so a comment here will reach me within 36 hours or so except during the very beginning of January, when I'll be mostly off the grid in California.

Here goes nothing! ::stockpiles books and knitting::
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"In subjective terms, this means you are predominantly homosexual; only incidentally heterosexual."

Um, what?

Oct. 14th, 2008 09:17 am
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"The last time Apple thought about opening up its software, it came up with Boot Camp - a method of running Windows on a Mac, a move that prompted wags to praise a combination that brought together the affordability of Mac hardware with the reliability of Windows software."

Yeah, no, you mean exactly the opposite, dudes. And therefore this sentence does not in any way fit the article.

You all know how Mac is praised for its affordability and Windows for its stability! ... NOT.


Sep. 17th, 2008 02:55 pm
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When you see this, post a quote from Stargate Atlantis in your journal.

O'Neill: "That sounds like a Plan F, as in we are totally..."
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So Tina (she's the one in the green vest in the middle of the photo) and I were at the mall, buying slutty clothing (what? I don't own any!).

We went, towards the end of the trip, to Aritzia, which is some weird Canadian Pacsun kind of store, where the only apparent requirement for employees is that they be a size 2 or smaller--no ability to do basic math or be nice to customers required.

And we are, of course, making fun of the clothes, because, really---well, see for yourself. Most notable was a whole range of short shorts, including ones that were fuzzy and came in candy colors. And they're really, really, really, really short. No, seriously. Like, 1/2" inseam.

Standing and waiting to check out (Tina bought a bunnyhug), we see an abandoned pile of them at the counter and giggle at the whole idea of fuzzy candy-colored short-short-shorts. Because REALLY.

The orange-"tanned" blonde cheerleader type in front of us steps up to a newly freed register. And the woman at the counter ... grabs the pile of clothes the horrible shorts are on. It seems the cheerleader is not only buying them, she's getting three pairs (pink, orange, and blue!) and a pair of nonfuzzy black ones for, I'm assuming, job interviews and court appearances. And some sheer tops (of course).

That's pretty much the hardest I've laughed since that time Laurel and I became actually hysterical at the end of Bruce Almighty.

Part 1 is here, no linear connection intended.
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So Iman (she's the only one who doesn't look hilariously short in the photo) and I are at McDonald's and she orders a cheeseburger without cheese (believe it or not, cheeseburger=99ยข, hamburger=$1.29 or something). I said, "I'm curious---is the cheeseburger haram or do you just not like the cheese?"

She says, "Well, it used to be haram, but they changed it. Now, it's just because I'm used to the taste."

And I'm thinking, wow, they changed it? Who has the authority to do that? Not any random Imam, I assume. So I ask.

"No, I mean McDonald's changed the cheese---it doesn't have pork proteins in it anymore."

Cue fit of giggles. She still cracks up when I mention McDonald's. And I had been seriously picturing, like, a caliph declaring cheeseburgers halal. I'm an idiot, but that was funny.


May. 8th, 2008 11:10 am
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Ah, re-organizing things that are already in good order. I should really consider that one of my hobbies.
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Backhanded comments from one of my housemates, a small collection:

1. Upon seeing me returning with Chinese food: "Oh, do you have a friend over?"
2. Upon seeing me cooking something *other* than pasta: "You eat a lot of pasta, huh."
3. Upon seeing me cook about three meals' worth of pasta (who cooks just one?): "Are you cooking for the whole week?"

I'm just telling myself she has food and self-esteem issues, and I should be glad that I don't. But, ARGH. Argh argh argh.

In other news, everything else is going really, really well. Hence the no posting, really.
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Viva la Bohus!

--Graduated from Bryn Mawr
--Started law school
--Moved to Toronto

--Skinny-dipped (and liked it)
--Wrote a 40-page thesis and became the world's leading expert on feminist themes in the modern English-language historical-setting Cassandra novel
--Printed approximately 3000 HSE e-mails (then stapled and hole-punched them) and was not immediately set upon by trees everywhere

--Knit 7 sweaters, including the one pictured above (and half each of two more; compare to last year's 1.5)
--Knit a mere 8 pairs of socks (compare to last year's 19)
--Knit a pair of slippers, a pair of mittens, two pairs of convertible mittens, two hats, a shawl, a scarf, ear warmers, a little bag, half a pair of long johns, and a lot of swatches
--Spun 2500 yards of three-ply CVM, plus some random other stuff

--Bonded with my cat, even though we don't live together anymore
--Commuted by bike for three months, then took off on account of snow
--Saw the King Tut show in Philadelphia, the Our Bodies exhibit in Rochester, and A Season of Canada in Toronto
--Spent two lovely weeks in a fabulous house on Lake Canandaigua
--Dated, futilely
--Read the last Harry Potter ever

--Made a couple dozen of new friends
--Grieved the loss of an existing one
--Hung on tight to the two best ones I've got
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OK, how do I explain this to lay-people?

There's the good old-fashioned simile: suppose you were a singer, and recorded a demo, and--let's say Regina Spektor, someone totally awesome and at the top of her game and wildly popular--Regina Spektor not only listed your demo as a favorite CD, but as HER ONLY favorite CD (so far).

Or how about pure emotion: Eeee! Eeeee! Eeeeee! Eeeeeee! EEEEEEEE!

Or a quick synopsis: I knit a sweater, and I posted it on Ravelry (knitting social-networking site). 15 people listed it as a favorite, which is cool, but normal-level cool. Then a 16th did. But this 16th is Eunny Jang, who's not only one of the most popular knit designers out there, she's the new editor of Interweave Knits, which makes her, like, Awesome McAwesomeness.
So I figure, OK, she's favorited a hundred items by now. I go and look.

The only FO she's yet favorited is MY SWEATER.

I know that doesn't mean much to most of you, so let's revert to attempt #2:
Eeeeee! Eeeeeee! Eeeeeeee! EEEEEEeeeeee! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Laurel is between Death Be Not Proud and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time.

Sommer is between The Kite Runner and "M. Butterfly."

Amanda is between The Silver Kiss (YA about vampires) and The Second Mrs. Giaconda (YA about Leonardo da Vinci).

The ESP kids' book is between Peace Like a River and a Euripides collection.
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It's clearly unethical to use your time machine to go back and invest in IBM or bet on Seabiscuit or something.

But is it unethical to go back a few days or hours at a time, all the time, in order to work several jobs at once or, with better scheduling, work the jobs in your "real" time and sleep in your "catching up to the future" time?

Of course, unless you don't age during your in-the-past time (unlikely), the only way this would make you richer than you would be working in normal time at one job is if you played them against each other (say, being a stockbroker at three firms), and that, again, would be unethical.

Hmmph. There's just no ethical way to make money off a time machine without selling tickets, is there?

Also, and not time-machine-related, this blog, written by an agent's assistant (the woman who's paid to go through the slush pile, basically) is interesting and funny, which is always nice to stumble across. Laurel, I bet you'd like it, in particular.
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Mom and I visited Toronto this past weekend. It was a short, low-key visit (also, it was too damn cold to do a lot of pointless wandering), but we were able to get into one of the law school buildings. It's pretty cool, and just down the street from the Royal Ontario Museum.

We went to the museum, which is quite nice, but we didn't get to see everything because a significant chunk was closed because of massive construction, including the Bronze Age, Greek, and Roman stuff. A docent offered us a "day in the Greco-Roman life" tour and we turned it down in favor of lunch, and as we got out of hearing range Mom said "I thought about saying you're a classics major, and don't need the tour."

I think she misses the point entirely. That makes me want to take the tour more. Laurel, aren't you thrilled to get in on a good nature walk or rock-collecting session or something? Daniel, don't you enjoy, um, I don't know, possibly a nice sermon here and there?

Anyway: Toronto's fab, but I'm glad I'll be getting acquainted with it in the summer. I love winter, but it's no fun for random wandering and getting lost places. Or for moving boxes.
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You know you have a little fandom-obsession problem when you think the new Musicface song might just be about Stargate: Atlantis.
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-lived in Italy for four months
-lost 50 pounds
-was accepted to the only law school to which I applied
-worked full-time for three months and part-time for one month
-opened a retirement account
-knit one sweater, one lace shawl, one pair of thrummed mittens, one pair of camel mittens, two pairs of convertible mittens, two lace scarves, one wrap, one pair of fingerless mittens, and nineteen pairs of socks
-bought a wheel and learned to spin
-won a blue ribbon for some orange three-ply yarn
-took classes on Italian art history, Latin writers, Greco-Roman mythology, modern Italian history, work/family issues, modern Middle Eastern history, Petrarch and Boccaccio, and a senior seminar in Classics
-visited London and York (and De Gaulle airport, three times)
-visited Ostia Antica, Nettuno, Tivoli, Titignano, Todi, Torino (Turin), Naples, Pompeii, Florence, etc
-took 3000 photos
-got to see Olympic hockey and ice dancing
-apparently had the following conversation (in York):
Laurel: "Watch that step, it's slippery."
Me: "You're like my sherpa. We should get you a yak!"
Laurel: "No one's ever told me I needed a yak before."


Dec. 11th, 2006 08:08 am
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Madrigal rocked. Juniata has some fun traditions, all right. For those who don't go there (ie most of you), there's a holiday dinner complete with singing (and the servers are professors, very cool) and then a dance. All of Laurel's friends are lovely, which definitely made everything that much more fun, and we were dancing until they turned the music off (admittedly, that was 1:00am, but still!).

Anyway, despite crazy crazy end-of-term stuff, it was still completely worth it to take a couple of days and go see Laurel.

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