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So I’ve been busy?

Sorry little blog and all two of you that stop by. Life lately has taken a turn for the fiercely obligated. I, quite honestly don’t mind. It keeps things clickin’ along at a steady pace, while making sure I’m not stuck on the fact that I have yet to graduated

Yes, I just admitted to the entire universe (all two of you) that I will again, not be graduating. It would seem that I am, in fact, not superhuman and cannot pull off 21 credits in one term, no matter how deeply I so desire to graduate. So, it looks like I’ll have yet another summer of one class here and one class there (as the University has a very terrible habit of either not scheduling the courses I need in the same session, or scheduling the both of them at the same time). I may attempt to get a job without a diploma, I may not. Right now, the main event, center stage, are the two finals I have yet to take this coming Thursday and Friday morning. I shall be cramming relentlessly until then, but I figured taking a wee break was completely acceptable, as I have left this space neglected for many a week.

Recent events in the life of me:

We moved back to the downtown area and have been absolutely thrilled with our new digs/location/view/the overall amount of daylight we get as long as there is sun in the sky. Coming from a dungeon up on Witham Hill (with lots of amenities, mind you) and settling in to this place has been no easy task, but it has been a breath of fresh air. We finally moved the last of our things the weekend before last and realized just how much junk we own and how much we needed to get rid of/stash hurriedly in a closet before my parents and grandparents arrived a few days later:

(There are four- count em four- bikes in that room. I no longer have a desk, but instead a card table.)

Oh yes, the view:

(A not so glorious polaroid looking out one of our livingroom windows.)

What you can’t see, off to the right, is Mary’s Peak (on a clear day), or directly straight out and at the end of the block, the train (I love the train). People walk by all day, and I just sit at our little table, do my work, and watch the world go by.

I’ve been taking quite a few photos and not really keeping the best of track for my “Photo a day” project”, but I still have a pretty good idea of what was taken on a specific date. I recently processed and printed three rolls (one from my poor Olympus Pen that fell out of a very ill-designed purse and busted on the concrete).

(Our livingroom pre-furniture.)

(I am perhaps inapproprietly obsessed with shadows and sunspots.)

(See, more sunspots.)

(There are very few photographs that really do an awesome job of capturing the character of the person they depict. This one came out startlingly well…)

I even got the first roll back from that $9 Canon FT QL I rescued from Goodwill. I’m actually quite impressed; there’s a distinctly different quality to the images it produces- unlike anything else I own in that category (70’s-80’s metal body SLR; think ’72 Nikon F2 or ’82 Olympus OM10). I don’t have the “other side” of this photo, but it’s aptly titled Canon vs. Canon (my old FT against Matt’s newer Rebel something something).

And finally:

We went to see Flight of the Conchords! Hooray! The show itself was fantastic and awesome and everything we could never have dreamed. However, there was a pesky little statement on the tickets about not taking any photographs. And I, loving all of my cameras dearly and never wanting to be parted from any of them, decided it was best to just leave the two I’d brought in the car. Of course folks were snapping flash photos all evening long, but I felt good about the fact that I’d obeyed the rules. (Really? No, I wished that I smuggled a flash camera in. ) So all we’ve got as souveniers are our ticked stubs (misplaced in the move, like many other things) and this photograph taken before we walked over to the concert hall. We’re poor; we collect memories and not possessions. (Though looking at our clutered apartment, you’d call me a liar.)

That’s all folks!

(But to tide you over until I’m free again, for those of you who did watch Saved by the Bell and can hold back your Jimmy Fallon-induced retching/convulsing for a few minutes, enjoy this little vid of what happens when he ends up mighty confused as none other than the Zack Morris himself shows up for Mark Paul Gosselar’s scheduled appearance on whatever late-night show Fallon is currently running into the ground.)


Neon Cupcakes / Our New Place

A friend of ours defended his Master Thesis this past Friday. It was our first Friday in our new place, and as such we had boxes of some things strewn about, but didn’t seem to have any of the right things- including furniture. So I made neon cupcakes, which were quickly smashed, messed all over, an had their staining properties discovered. Even Rockydog got in on some of the action- a rarity in this household.

Things get serious when ‘pie’ (or chit) is involved.


“It is sometimes felt as a longing for a far off country, but not a particular earthly land which we can identify. Furthermore there is something in the experience which suggests this far off country is very familiar and indicative of what we might otherwise call “home”. In this sense it is a type of nostalgia, in the original sense of that word. At other times it may seem as a longing for a someone or even a something. But the majority of people who experience it are not conscious of what or who the longed for object may be. Indeed, the longing is of such profundity and intensity that the subject may immediately be only aware of the emotion itself and not cognizant that there is a something longed for.”

(Sehnsucht is a German word that literally means “longing” or in a wider sense a kind of “intensely missing”. However, Sehnsucht is almost impossible to translate adequately and describes a deep emotional state.)

It has been. So long.

On Grandmas, and Squares, Roadtrips, and the Snowball Effect

Alright, I’ll fess up. I don’t really know who this Aaron Rose guy is, or why he’s even relevant to modern/pop culture, or why the ubiquitous Selby wants to take his apartment’s picture. But I will admit to a few key things: 1. he’s got an awesome sense of color, and 2. I was instantly jealous of his mariachi guitar.

Oh, what is that on his shelf? An Olympus Pen? (Sitting happily next to a Canon FT QL, might I add…) I also remember liking the way his record collection is set up;

much more for the browsing and easier to go through, but not so well thought out for the sound. Mine doesn’t work all that well when you want to find that one Cannonball Adderly record and you know you maybe filed it under ‘C’ or ‘A’- I mean both are logical, but ultimately in my mind he’ll always just be Cannonball, but to Matt, well he might get filed by his last name.

(Add about thirty more albums, and you’ve got our current situation.)

Were the records not filed in a shelf, this whole search would be a bit easier. But I digress. This post is about grandmothers. Or rather, granny squares.

Ok, now we’re at the collision point of the above image and the rest of this entry. Without going into specifics, I’ll just let it be known that I am not a fantastic crocheting wiz. The four knitting projects I began this winter remain unfinished- and they’re all scarves (one, for my sister, who will coincidentally be spending the next winter in Mexico, so that project can wait- procrastination goes deep). But, as soon as I saw this image, I knew I was destined for something much bigger and wilder. So I stowed it away in my memory, all the while pining for the skillset to magically come to my hands. Lo and behold…

Well not quite, but at least I stumbled upon a blog that wanted to try and teach me how! That’s a start, right?

I think the original journey began over at A Cup Of Jo (not for certain) but somehow in the back pages of the Purl Bee, I ran accross an entry about a Giant Granny Square, which then lead to yet another entry on how to begin the little granny square. And if you know me at all, you know that I absolutely love it when little ideas snowball into big ideas. The Giant Granny Square has my name written all over it

(A really peaceful, warm photo of yarn suggested for a Granny Square afghan via The Purl Bee.)

So, there you have it. Not only are we taking on this wonderfully large endeavor of moving (next week! without a single box packed! Don’t worry, it’s only across town.), but I’ll also be graduating in June (cross your fingers, please!) and with any luck, we’ll have some money set aside for a pretty sweet road trip come July. Oh, and I’ll be starting a GIANT granny square to cover our entire bed, if not bedroom. Because I am just that fascinated with them.

It must be kodachrome

When I went to elementary school, there was an entire shelf in our library (a ‘U’ shaped low series of shelves with a check out desk in the middle, all in the middle of a round of open classrooms) devoted to Cousteau’s series of books. They all had this famous face and hat on them, all in this brilliant color scheme. When I saw this photo, it struck something very familiar within me and I could instantly smell my old elementary school library.

All Scanned

Posts have been light lately. I just got done scanning all 7 recent rolls, as well as 3 older hidden rolls and a fat stack of polaroids. (I gave in and succame to the pitiful quality of my scanner for the time being). Now, I have to sort out and find the photos that correspond to the photo-a-day. What a mess!

Moment of Zen