Archive for August, 2004

Happiness Triple Threat

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

Happy thought #1: I got to talk to UrbangypZ on the phone last night while I tried to install MT Blacklist for her. (The install didn’t work. Upgrade Perl, Earthlink!) It was good to finally talk to you, Stacey. Happy thought #2: My t-shirt finally came in! Happy thought #3: I had a bowl of […]

Now that’s a happy thought

Tuesday, August 10th, 2004

Today’s happy thought comes by way of my friend Denise. http://www.masturbateforpeace.com What’s not to love?

First Stumble

Monday, August 9th, 2004

I need to slightly modify what I wrote yesterday. Since I’m making a cabled sweater, my gauge swatch needs to be cabled too. I’m getting this advice from one of Barbara Walker’s books. In it, she suggests that to find the proper gauge for an aran, you make up a number of cabled swatches and […]

First Steps, again

Sunday, August 8th, 2004

First steps are slightly different when you don’t have a pattern to start with. When I started my first Aran sweater, I had a pattern and a gauge. I checked the pattern’s gauge with the gauge of the yarn I had on hand and it matched. So I was able to proceed according to the […]

More happy thoughts

Saturday, August 7th, 2004

Here’s a big grey pile of happy thoughts. 2,142 yards of Rowan Magpie, pure new wool. My next Aran. Some assembly required.

Happy Thoughts

Friday, August 6th, 2004

In an effort to offset yesterday’s somewhat glum entry, here’s a response to the Happiness Challenge (thanks, Kaetchen). This morning I hopped on my bike and rolled down to the Magnolia Pancake Haus to order some coffee and eggs benedict before riding in to work. While I was sitting there, the scent of sausage grilling […]

To an old friend

Thursday, August 5th, 2004

Dear Mr. G, Thanks for visiting. I did not expect to see you, but I’m really glad you stopped by. You’re right about the news I told you; it’s bad, but it’s not terminally bad. I can imagine a solution; now all I need to do is get there. I miss you. -David

Ghost Burros

Monday, August 2nd, 2004

There are legends, passed down from generation to generation, of mysterious creatures that live on the edges of civilization. Strange creatures, familiar to us; yet not of this world. Pale, otherworldly shadows of the mundane, they bide their time in the woods and fields outside of human habitation. They listen with their great ears, and […]