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Final Sale
Every semester, right around midterms, when I’m feeling least charitable towards institutions of higher learning and yearning most for a break, registration for the next semster opens. I hate that. Each time, it feels like you’re selling your soul–in advance. So this Friday, registration opened once again, and I sold my soul away…for the last…
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I Witness the Fall of Modern Civilization
I spend most of my afternoons in the university library, doing homework to kill time before my evening class. Most days I can get a coffee in before I head over there, but today my schedule was all mussed about, and I arrived at the library before I had gotten through the foam atop my…
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Leap Year
A History of English assignment is looming over my shoulder, but I have to get a post in tonight; this is leap year manifest. I used to love little trivia-type things like today. I suppose I still do, but as a full-time student part-time deskperson, it’s just not the same. Forgive the melancholy, but I…
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Movie Knitting
My treat to myself for surviving last week’s three tests was watching the Oscars. No homework during commercials, just my stash shawl. Say what you like about awards being fixed (which they are, or Pirates would’ve won for Best Special Effects. I mean come on–the effects in The Golden Compass even looked fake in the…
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When All Else Fails
There is knitting. The yarn may be a funny colored acrylic, and the needles raspy aluminum, but knitting is predictable. It is tractable, it goes at the pace you need it to, and it doesn’t wait until Tuesday to tell you what to study for your Thursday test. Not that that last bit’s actually happened…
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On a Mission
Poking around in Blogland the other day, I discovered this. Stash reduction, on a grand scale, complete with guidelines. The discovery clicked with a thought that has been lurking at the back of my brain for some time now: I have too much stash yarn. Before the chorus of protests erupts, let’s get some definitions…
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Recent Obsessions
Of the musical variety include: Mr. Pitiful Monita y yo asistí a un concierto por Matt Costa, opened up by the Delta Spirit, and it was awesome. The only song I knew before the show was Cold December (iTunes free download many many weeks back), which usually reduces one’s enjoyment of the music at hand.…
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Would You Believe?
I don’t have a scarf. Well–there’s a lime green muffler that was mine about 7 or 8 years ago. It matched with my teal polarfleece jacket. But it’s store bought (a quality I developed an aversion to right around when I became a fiber snob), about 3 feet wide (I’m exaggerating, but only a little),…
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All Right, I Admit It!
I’m on my lunch break, and I’m not using the time for my montaña of homework. Yesterday was one of those days that you think you can salvage, but you can’t. The final straw was when I went to do some relaxing bedtime knitting and discovered I’d lost the pattern 10+ rows down. So I’m…
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Little Things
The minute, the curtailed, the packable seem to be taking over my life. Lunch fits in a box. My working memory is about the same capacity as a floppy. And any knitting larger than a washcloth seems an insurmountable task of Hurculean proportions. Why? Because it’s back-to-school time. Not the rejuvenated-by-summer, won’t-this-be-fun, brand-new-clothes fall back…
Anti-Quotidian 