Another rather random Wednesday
Here it is Wednesday again and I have just a few random thoughts for the day....
I like winter. I really do. I like the way the snow makes everything bright and new looking. I generally don't even mind the cold. However, enough is enough already. It's snowing, again! A 50 degree day would be awfully nice. OK, I would be happy with even a 40 degree day.

While we're talking about snow, I love being awakened by the sound of the giant town plows pushing the snow to the sides of the streets in the pre-dawn hours. I like the uneven growl of their diesel engines and I like that you can hear the crescendo of the scraping as the trucks come down the street and past the house. It makes me feel very secure to know that despite the fierceness of the weather, if nothing else, we're good at moving snow.
Just in case you haven't been watching, oh, any news channel in the US, Eliot Spitzer, the governor of NY state, has be "implicated" in a prostitution ring and has resigned. Apparently he spent tens of thousands of dollars in said "implication". (Do you know how much yarn I could buy with ten thousand dollars? I could furnish whole rooms with balls of cashmere.) I find that I'm surprised that I am actually really disappointed with him. I understand that politicians who want to be governors and presidents need ample egos and a certain amount of hubris. But, for the love of Pete! Do they think no one will notice?! I can generally brush off the antics of politicians as the machinations of people drunk with their own power. But for some reason this seems different because I actually expected him to do a good job and live up to the trust millions of New Yorkers placed in him. Certainly, governing wasn't his first priority. When I voted for him, I really thought he could make a difference in all the partisan in-fighting in Albany that slows our government to a crawl. Oh, well. That ends that. Dang.
And now for something completely different.....Here are some new needles that I love, love, love! They're pretty and are pointy enough to do k2tog and p2tog with ease. They are the Harmony dpns from Knit Picks. (Needles modeled by my lovely Erin -- yes, we stuck them in her hair a la a hedgehog spikes. We were amused.
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I like winter. I really do. I like the way the snow makes everything bright and new looking. I generally don't even mind the cold. However, enough is enough already. It's snowing, again! A 50 degree day would be awfully nice. OK, I would be happy with even a 40 degree day.
While we're talking about snow, I love being awakened by the sound of the giant town plows pushing the snow to the sides of the streets in the pre-dawn hours. I like the uneven growl of their diesel engines and I like that you can hear the crescendo of the scraping as the trucks come down the street and past the house. It makes me feel very secure to know that despite the fierceness of the weather, if nothing else, we're good at moving snow.
Just in case you haven't been watching, oh, any news channel in the US, Eliot Spitzer, the governor of NY state, has be "implicated" in a prostitution ring and has resigned. Apparently he spent tens of thousands of dollars in said "implication". (Do you know how much yarn I could buy with ten thousand dollars? I could furnish whole rooms with balls of cashmere.) I find that I'm surprised that I am actually really disappointed with him. I understand that politicians who want to be governors and presidents need ample egos and a certain amount of hubris. But, for the love of Pete! Do they think no one will notice?! I can generally brush off the antics of politicians as the machinations of people drunk with their own power. But for some reason this seems different because I actually expected him to do a good job and live up to the trust millions of New Yorkers placed in him. Certainly, governing wasn't his first priority. When I voted for him, I really thought he could make a difference in all the partisan in-fighting in Albany that slows our government to a crawl. Oh, well. That ends that. Dang.
And now for something completely different.....Here are some new needles that I love, love, love! They're pretty and are pointy enough to do k2tog and p2tog with ease. They are the Harmony dpns from Knit Picks. (Needles modeled by my lovely Erin -- yes, we stuck them in her hair a la a hedgehog spikes. We were amused.


1. It's already plainly evident that working on this blog (one day I swear I will stop shuddering every time I type that awful, cacophonous contraction ((I'll bet you don't even recall what this sentence was about before I opened that first set of parentheses, do you?(((get ready for an example of correctly used multiple-sequential punctuation)))))) has either made you a better writer or otherwise reawakened some heretofore more-dormant raconteurish spirit within you. Kudos. I can see the consideration behind many of your sentences and turns of phrase.
2. Your last paragraph reminded me that one of my favorite contemporary short fiction works, by a woman named Amy Hempel, is entitled "Beg, Sl Tog, Inc, Cont, Rep." This is completely indecipherable to the layperson but, I'm sure, very straightforward to you. See if you can find an online manuscript or borrow the book ("Reasons to Live")from the library--it's a story about the healing/ distracting power of knitting.
3. While Eliot Spitzer did not himself work against the partisan in-fighting in this state, his salaciousness DID clear the way for his lieutenant governor: the nation's first blind governor who is also a fairly liberal, progressive black man--blue New York's first black governor.
Take that, right wing: a crippled minority in power! Of course, the poor bastard probably still can't get a taxi or a table at Denny's. Damn lousy country.
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