What I've been up to, in part

So, here're a few of the hats I've been knitting:

That one's for sale, as you can tell if you click on it. These one's are not yet in the shop. You could click on them, if you wanted, for fun...

Busy, busy

Naturally, these things would be better with photos, but that will have to wait. The past week's been pretty busy:

Scones with almond paste (made by me: candy success No. 2)
Built and tested a teleprompter (for work)
Knitted more scarves (I've lost track. 8? 9?)
Splurged on fancy yarn for scarves (what else is new)
Daily Japanese lessons :)

Oh, and regular life, which can be busy anyway.

A couple more hats

These two are knitted out of mohair...

A new project

I've had a basket of knitting yarn sitting in the closet for about three years now, and until this week I hadn't touched it, partly because weaving's kept my hands full, and partly because I would have to learn how to knit to use it.

But earlier this week, I bought a knitting loom (about $7 on sale), something I'd heard of from my father, something that sounded like it would make knitting a whole lot easier.

The loom I bought is just a circle with pegs on it:It is quick and easy, though it makes a pretty loose knit. I've found this can be partly counteracted when the hat is washed/shrunk. If you don't mind having a smaller hat, you can get the knit to be tighter with hot water and a bit of dish soap (same thing you'd do for felting, incidentally).

Anyway, here are two of the four hats I've made this week.



My model kindly didn't ask for much in compensation. But he wasn't too keen on trying on the light blue mohair with the sparkles.

What's music got to say?

Plenty! Or so it seems.

Having read the butterfly lady's post on research into what music can tell you about yourself, I took the test. I think it was pretty much right on.

Stupidest people in America?

With apologies to my e-friends who make a fair amount of money absolutely but aren't well off relatively, I think I've found some new dumbasses to pillory: Prince Fielder, Cole Hamels and Nick Markakis, all of whom are quoted as bitching about their salaries in a USA Today article.

This exorbitantly talented trio is weathering the long wait of a young Major League Baseball player who has a) arrived; and b) isn't getting the big payday.

But when I, or more properly, they say, "big," what's meant maybe doesn't square with what you might think of as Big.

Next season's haul? Fielder: $670,000; Hamels: $500,000; Markakis: $455,000.

OK, I get it. Their teams make money hand over fist on them, but come on. When you're making 10 or 20 times good pay, you have not one god damn thing to bitch about. At least not for the record.

Outfitting the loom

So I bought a new (to me) loom a while back and finally scrounged up enough dough to buy some needed items to outfit it for production work. One difference 'twixt a hobbyist and a production weaver is the need to put on long warps (i.e. 50 yards instead of two, three, five), and the upshot of that is a need to put these rake-like items on the beam the warp is wound onto.
That I did, with a couple of trips to the hardware store, and one to the lumber yard (where a kindly worker cut a really superb piece of no-void plywood into 1.25-inch strips that I glued to make double-thickness and cut to suit my purposes).

Anyway, after that, and some previous repair work, I now have a loom that should take me through the rest of my career as a weaver. Unless, of course, someone decides I'm such a brilliant scarf maker that I change professions!

Laugh until you cry

That's what I did, here.

Here's a for-instance:

I wish these guys would do a cover album

I see the previous post's link is dead, so here we are:

Avril on Bob

Fudge...

Well, I'm not so sure about how good it is, but I made fudge last night. I had some leftover chocolate from a flurry of brownie baking, so I figured I might as well. After an amusing screw-up (added the butter rather than the chocolate to the milk and sugar and had to start over), I think I succeeded for the first time in making candy (I have tried before - not great).

I don't have a candy thermometer, so I had to use an old-school method for guessing as to whether the choco-sugar-milk-salt was early or late "soft ball" during the crucial part of the cooking. This could be important later, because I'd like to make some marchpane over the weekend and it of course involves candy-ing...

Anyway, now I'm going to inflict/bestow upon my co-workers some fudge Cockaigne (I found this interesting site while double-checking my guess as to the provenance of "Cockaigne" - land of cakes).

The flurry of brownie manufacturing is going to turn into a food story in the paper, so I'll spill the beans about that later.

Guess the food

Here're the ingredients:

Corn syrup
Sugar
Palm oil
(and less than 2 percent of:)
mono- and diglycerides
hydrogenated cottonseed oil
salt
soy lecithin
artificial flavors
Blue 1
Red 40
Yellow 5

Yum!

Eerie similarity, no?

and

Masters of War

I missed this installment of Letterman, but I wish I'd seen it:

I recall this song was a (the?) top choice of BBC listeners as "best political song." I think that fits.

New knife

So, my father kindly brought back - among other things - a new knife for my kitchen, an ultra-sharp ceramic knife made by Kyocera. It came in an ultra-typical (for Japan) package, which stands in, um, contrast to the staid North American packaging.

To wit:

Mine is the knife at the top of the image. A shop downtown - here - carries other knives by Kyocera, marketed more like this image from the company's North American site:

Which of these looks like it comes from a place where people have more fun?

Beans & rice

Sometimes the store has sliced up smoked pork shanks, which don't look too appetizing but are brilliant soup starters:

2 sliced pork shank pieces (frozen, thawed, who cares?)
Five cloves garlic
1 to 1.5 cup beans (I like the white ones with the black eyes), rinsed and sorted
2 bay leaves
5 peppercorns
4 whole cloves

Place the shanks in a soup pot and add water to cover by about 3 inches (aka 2 or 3 quarts).
Bring to a boil, then reduce heat. Skim off the inevitable scum and discard.
Add the beans, garlic and spices and simmer until the beans are tender, about 1.5 hours (depends on the beans. If you soak them ahead of cooking, they will be done earlier.)
Make rice, and serve with the beans!

What a deal!

I thought improving morals would be a lot harder, but I was once again wrong:

To be fair, the little packets are pretty good. The orange was, anyway. I think it might be a stretch to say that the packets will make you healthier (encourages hydration and contains vitamin C - 25 percent of the RDA - maybe just enough to avoid scurvy?), but who's going to quibble when you have better "moral."

A fourth and a first!

What do you do for fun? I like to compete for top spots in Google searches. I think I've gone about as far as I can with "staph nose" - fourth place behind DrMirkin.com, MedicineNet.com and about.com. Not too shabby!

I've got the title, for now, with "strep nose," which I hope is a much rarer affliction. Ah, the power of the Web. I started out with just this little infection, and by writing small articles on the Net, I was able to...

Customer service

Now, I'm all for shopping local, but not yesterday. The butterfly lady's glasses broke - frames snapped in half, so she needed a new pair. This isn't so bad (except for the cost), because she's been looking for new ones anyway.

So I called the eye doctor, whose office is less than a block from our house. No dice: Their turnaround is seven to 10 days, and that's for a rush job. OK, no big deal. I called one of the dispensing optical places in town, and the guy said that depending on the prescription, they might have the lenses in stock (a couple of hours), or at worst a couple of days.

Two days is too long; two hours is OK. So I asked whether he could check, if I told him her prescription. Nope, I'd have to bring the prescription in for him to see.

Bullshit. The prescription is four god damn numbers, not some inscription in Aramaic. Besides which, I do not like gamesmanship, and he just wanted to get us in the door so we'd be one step closer to buying from his shop. To put it gently, fuck that. And in this small way, fuck Walla Walla, too. Pissants.

So we called a LensCrafters in the metropolitan area about an hour's drive to the west. "No problem," says the lady on the line, "Just read me the prescription and I'll see if we have the lenses in stock."

Indeed they did, and though we paid a pretty penny, she got her glasses, we got an excuse to go shopping and Katy the Newfoundland got a nice ride. I would have been happier, though, with a viable local option, or at the very least, adequate customer service.

Unauthorized personnel

She is pretty sure this counts as being on the couch only when the blanket is on it, too.