Monthly Archives: January 2007

peaceful protest and collective action

Backstory is: Ignatz has had some self-control issues, particularly centering around computer games, so we’ve made a few rules, one of which is that he can only play on weekends. We really try to limit weekday screen-time for both of them, but on weekends when they’re home all day and we’re too bone lazy busy to entertain them, the rules are a bit more relaxed. Also, I don’t like shooty-things much, or racy, car-crashy things, so for his birthday I bought him a game called The Settlers, where he has to build settlements and fend off barbarians (and I’m also throwing in brief lectures about the evils of colonialism and such) and find iron mines and pay workers and such. This has turned out to be a pretty good investment, because even though the Sniglet can’t play it (he can’t read yet), he loves to watch and so it’s turned into a kind of sibling-bonding thing.

Anyway. Today after homework was done and before dinner, they started lobbying to play Settlers, and I said no, it’s a weekday, entertain yourselves some screenless way. So they made signs that said “Mama unfair,” and “More Settlers now, less veggies forever,” and picketed me while I cooked dinner. And when the Sniglet’s sign was done but Ignatz’s wasn’t yet, and the Sniglet started marching at me, Ignatz said “No wait, it’ll only work if we do it together.”

Hee. I’m so proud.

Song du jour of the day: There is Power in a Union, by Billy Bragg.

what’s going on

… nothing much. This is what’s going on outside: winter07.png

That’s the view out my office window, here in the winter wonderland. I still don’t have proper boots because I’m so incredibly picky – don’t believe me? Ask my sister-in-law, she took me to every dang shoestore in Denver and I couldn’t find anything reasonable. I’m sure she was wondering what the hell was wrong with me, though she’s much too polite to say so to my face. Continue reading


TWO new web pages to design, after nearly a year of no webwork at all.

I think I’ve forgotten how.

I have introduced both sons to the Toasterbats video. They wanted to show their visiting friend today. Hey Mikey, they like it! My Evil Plan is progressing nicely. Heh heh heh…

Song du jour of the day: On aura le ciel, by Sofia Mestari. Lyrics here.

why not Super Bowl Saturday?

It sounds just as catchy.

You know, I think I’m glad the football season’s winding down. It’s really hard to knit, especially cables, while watching a game. All that’s left now is the Super Bowl, which I may or may not watch at the pub down the street. Kickoff is at around 11:30 p.m. here, the whole thing’s usually over around 4 a.m., and I have to get up at 7. I really wish they wouldn’t have their football games on a school night.

Okay, one last thing: New Orleanians? You people are awesome.

Song du jour of the day: Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans, by Louis Armstrong.


This playoffs is not going the way I want it to.

Song du jour of the day: Sometimes It’s a Bitch, by Stevie Nicks.

We interrupt this knitting project…

loewenzahn1.png…to bring you another project that will in turn be interrupted. Arwen was whistling merrily along until the yarn from Wollmeise showed up, and I had to play with it immediately. Some of you already understand the New Yarn Imperative. I was just going to extend the swatch I’d made, make several long strips and sew them together into a bag, but it was not to be. The very next color I tried was Löwenzahn (dandelion), and it was too contrasty, and really jarring in the Arwen cable. Continue reading

bits and pieces

Okay, things I’ve been meaning to tell you, whether you’re interested or not…

I saw this video over at Michelle de Seattle. I can’t really put my finger on why, but I keep coming back to it, it’s… oddly compelling. I suspect it’s because the toasters have bat wings, rather than bird or bug wings – Kelly will understand. WordPress won’t let me put it on this page, I haven’t been able to figure out why, but you can go over here and watch it, or check it out at Michelle’s. Continue reading

just this

Well, the storm isn’t over, but it’s gone from here, at least – headed into Poland to do some damage there. I sure hope it winds down soon, because it’s all been pretty horrible. Not for us, we were completely unscathed, but others were… less fortunate. There’s a place to point your prayers, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Aaaand I may have some newslets here and there, but the last paragraph made me feel like everything else is too trivial to bother with, so I’ll tell you about those tomorrow. They’re not really all that interesting anyway.

Song du jour of the day: Things Go Wrong, by Chris Isaak

crazybad weather

Wow, this is weird. We’re having this right now, but it doesn’t feel like it. Apparently the storm is huge: it already killed 8 people when it passed over Britain, another 8 (so far) in continental Yurp, DrBob says half of Sylt is underwater (Sylt is an island off the North Coast), and much chaos is predicted nationwide. School’s been cancelled for tomorrow – I sincerely hope the storm will be over by then, but I imagine they’re expecting a lot of disruption from trees fallen across roads and the like. But it’s weird, because I can see the trees rocking, and hear the wind roaring, but when I step out on the porch it feels like a gentle spring evening. A tad breezy, a few spatters of rain, nothing else. I’m sure if I got someplace less sheltered it’d be a different story, but this is crazy. All this horrible news just doesn’t jibe with what I’m seeing and hearing.

Song du jour of the day? What else could it be but Stormy Weather?

Edit: Oh, God, the death toll climbs every time I click on the link to that BBC story.

Note to news outlets: nobody gives a rat’s ass about how the storm has inconvenienced Condoleezza Rice, okay? Can you just shut up about her?


Well, that’s done. I was, as always, worried that my material wouldn’t cover a whole hour and we’d be left staring at eachother for the last 20 minutes. (DrBob’s advice? “Do the staring for the first 20 minutes instead.” Gee thanks.) But in fact we bogged down in the reading and didn’t make it to the conversation part until the class was nearly over, which means I didn’t meet my teaching objective for this class. Oops. Continue reading