My prediction for song of the summer.
I’ve recently gotten into (way, way into) the TV show Community. Whenever I let myself go into a TV show, I inevitably wind up knitting like a fiend. What else am I going to do with my hands while I watch episode after episode of Senor Cheng take on Pierce Hawthorne in a battle for my heart?
I was on a blanket craze for a while there (during my obsessive Downton Abbey binge). But yarn is ridiculou$ly expen$ive , so I had to cut back on the big projects. I learned how to cable knit and magic loop and for my first project made a, um, well…cock sock.
I was knitting along and the sock just kind of, well…happened. It was a weird mixture of trying to learn two techniques at once and not realizing what the final product would look like.
The next two knits were these awesome hats. Please excuse the crappy photos of them.
The green style seems to be the more popular one and I’ve already had a few requests for it in different colors.
After what felt like dozens of hats (ok, fine, 6), I decided it was time to take on the big boys. Double Pointed Needles. If y’all haven’t seen these things before, they’re cray-cray. You knit with 4+ needles at the same time and it feels like if you make one false move, everything will fall to pieces and spontaneously combust. Well, a few combustions, a thousand youtube videos, and only one call to the AFD later, I taught myself how to use them and knit this adorable little dude.
Isn’t he the sweetest? He’s a little wonky, but I’m proud of him for my first stuffed animal.
Patterns are from Ravelry can be found here:
Next up? A pug!
Another absolutely outstanding piece from the shop is this Day of the Dead Sugar Skull wallpaper. R and I are skull fanatics; R even has a sugar skull “shrine” in the house! I’m jonesin’ for this for the reading room so hard!
A couple of days ago it was announced that Bill Bryson’s “A Walk in the Woods” would be made into a feature film staring Robert Redford.
I should feel elated. This is one of my favorite books! About one of my favorite places!
But to be honest with you, it makes me kind of sad. I worry that the trail will become more touristy and that hikers won’t respect the magnificence of it. I worry that the hamburger and hot dog stands that get set up along the trail for hikers will become more frequent. I worry that film crews will drag their stinking wires and gophers all through this little piece of peace.
More than anything I want to section hike the AT in my lifetime. I just want it to still be in its original state when I get there.
(In my old age, I’m continually realizing how much I dislike other people being all up in my grill. It’s weird how people change.)
The peanut butter and jam of the week (erm…month?) is Miranda Lambert’s “Mama’s Broken Heart”.
It’s feisty and strong and the baseline reminds me of a Johnny Cash song.
I feel like these portraits would make an amazing Wes Anderson movie, don’t you?
I am getting an absolute kick out of the photo series “Old People Wearing Vegetation” by Riitta Konen and Karoline Hjorth.
Old people doing silly things is my super mega favorite.
Can you imagine if you were hiking through the woods and stumbled upon this photoshoot? HA!
As much as I’ve tried to avoid it, it’s nearly impossible to ignore the rumblings about the papal election.
If I can’t avoid it, I might as well put my two cents out there and hope that maybe someone, somewhere will read it.
Let’s start by asking some questions about the office itself. What does a pope do? Why do all these people want to be a pope? Well, the pope is a “spiritual leader,” so he leads the world Catholics in being the PREMIER guilt-laden, woman-hating, narrow-minded “believer” off them all! But you know what else? He also gets to live in a palace in his very own country. And he gets gold hats and fancy rings and huge gilded sticks with which to beat little boys that don’t do what he wants. See exhibit A below:
Heck, I’d want that, amiright? Who doesn’t want to be the most powerful man in a cult consisting of 1/7 of the world?
So now that we know who the pope is, how do we pick him? Everyone obviously wants to be the king of the castle, so they’re all going to fight over it. Well, here’s the thing…the super secret group of cardinals has a all-boys club where no one can know what’s going on. What we do know, however, is who is in this super-secret club. It’s a group of 115 men (no girls allowed!! tee hee) who have spent years force-feeding doctrine to individuals with no self-thought and taking their money so that they can pay off settlements to all of the little boys they molest. Shall we profile one such cardinal?
I present to you Cardinal Michael Baker of Los Angeles, CA.
Scumbag over here openly admitted to molesting boys from 1974-1986. In 1986, he confessed to another priest, who didn’t go to the authorities. Instead, he was sent to a mental health facility where the doctors suggested he be disrobed and stop interacting with children. The church failed to obey the doctor’s orders and he was allowed to return to the priesthood. He continued to abuse children for fourteen more years, until 2000, when the courts convicted him and he was ordered to pay out $10 million in settlement money. This, my friends, is one of the men that’s in charge of selecting your pope, your spiritual and ethical leader. This, my friends, is where the church’s collection basket empties into each week. This, my friends, is injustice.
The church is rife with corruption and lack of any moral compass whatsoever. The catholic authorities are not your spiritual leaders. They are power-hungry, money-grubbing scum and the whole institution deserves to be dissolved before anyone else gets hurt.
Meanwhile at the Vatican…
Since it’s a super-secret-pinky-swear-you-won’t-tell meeting, there’s no way of knowing that this isn’t the way they do it. If I go ahead and use theist logic, this means that since there’s no way to prove otherwise, musical chairs is totally the way that the pope is chosen.
Think about it.
Three weeks ago, I took the plunge and got a second tattoo.
I’ve always known that I would get a science-related tattoo. Now that I’m finishing up my PhD in Biochemistry, I suppose it’s about the right time to take the plunge. This is a diagram of the valence electrons of carbon — the backbone of all life on earth. It’s a simple and beautiful design, which I love.
Bonus picture: a shot of me getting the tattoo done.
I’m a total wimp and I psyched myself out beforehand and started sweating profusely before he even laid down the outline. At least this time I didn’t need a tootsie pop to keep from fainting. R distracted me the whole time by talking about (no joke)…paint colors. It’s amazing how all of a sudden I party a lot less and I’m fascinated by decorating my house…I’m slowly turning very old.
Just started this cable knit owl hat on my brand-spankin’-new Knit Picks circulars.
I have a feeling this chick is going to fight me for it when it’s done.
Find the pattern on Ravelry.
Hey guys. It’s been three whole weeks since my last post. THREE WEEKS! Why didn’t anyone send a search party?! Where’s the spotlights and the sniffing dogs and the hot men in camping gear traipsing through the woods looking for me? (Wow, that got out of hand quickly).
My last post left y’all hanging with mystery clues from my man for our Valentine’s Day surprise date. R floored me with an awesome night when he took me to see Fun. at the Tabernacle in ATL! As many of you know, Nate Ruess is my secondboyfriend. Yes, you heard that correctly. Secondboyfriend. R doesn’t seem to mind too much considering I’ve never actually met Nate in real life. He doesn’t know how often Nate and I talk in my dreams though.
What you don’t see in the first picture is that Nate is rocking a pair of jorts with tights underneath (See exhibit B, below). T, he might be your long lost brother.
Exhibit B: Jorts and Tights
On top of the amazing concert, R showered me with cupcakes and grape soda kisses, which are all of the finer things in life if you ask me.
Happy Valentine’s Day, loves!
This will be the first Valentine’s Day in such a long time (ever?) that I’ve been so, so happy to spend the evening with the man in my life. Everything in my life has fallen neatly into place and I’m madly in love with the man that dreams are made out of.
It’s been quite the year of change and transition. A year ago today, I was single and mingling. It was fun, that’s for sure. Weekends were endless streams of booze and dancing and high heels and mascara. But I was always kind of wishing I had someone special to share the days with. On Valentine’s Day 2012, I downed a box of girl scout cookies (Thin Mints, of course), a bottle of 1800 tequila, and a whole mess of take-out Thai food with these guys, and then watched about 4 hours of a HIMYM marathon. I also kissed on my cat a bunch, who wasn’t fond of kissing back and seemed skeptical of my motives.
Shortly after this foray into gluttony, I stumbled across a guy who kept coming into our lab and, since then, life’s been magical unicorns and rainbows and rivers of chocolate and trees made of cotton candy. Ok, fine, maybe my foray into gluttony hasn’t ended quite yet…
Tonight, R and I are spending the evening together. Apparently he has some sort of secret plan for me that he won’t tell me. He’s given me picture clues. If anyone can figure out what they mean, I’ll give you a big hug and I’ll buy you a bag of after-Valentine’s Day sale candy (great prize, right?). Here are the clues: a phonograph, the skyline of ATL, a package of beef ramen, grandparents and grandchildren, the Greek letter Sigma, the Knights of Columbus seal, a “keep calm and carry on” poster, and a “keep calm, girls just want to have fun” poster. The only continuity I can bring out of any of that is that the last three images have the letters “K” and “C” in them. Maybe we’re going out for Kentucky fried Chicken? I guess I’ll just have to wait and find out :)
With that said…
R, I love you with every ounce of my being. I’m proud to be on your arm, always. You make me a better person every day. You make the stars make me drool just like-a pasta fagioli.
To all of my other sweethearts, treat yourselves to some chocolate and wine and flowers (and perhaps a romp or three) tonight. Y’all are all awesome.
Amazon.com has now taken to selling Uranium Ore for
taking over third world countries calibrating Geiger counters.
As if that’s not hilarious in its own right, the comments section of the product page get even sillier:
And now for the creme de la creme:
Look out, Doc Brown!