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One of the most mind-bending things I've ever heard is the Radio Lab podcats about the universe/multiverse. If you really want your perspective on everything to change, try to wrap your mind around the math in that. It's like a rollercoaster for your brain.
I wasn't able to find a direct link. Go to iTunes and find it. Easy to do. :)
I *love* a good snow. I love that no one in Seattle drives when there's a certain amount of snow because it leaves everything wide open for ME. I love to drive in the snow.
I'm glad we don't get crazy ice storms though. I'm a bit of a cold weenie. Our furnace was out overnight (night before last) and that was enough. I don't like being chilly that I can't fix.
Edit: I meant to ask - When they call for snow, what exactly is the number they use?
Buck also loves the snow. At the dog park we went up to the soccer fields and he ran and ran and rolled in the snow about 14 times. He did however hate the dangling snowballs in his fur afterwards.
And in general... I'd like more sleep. One of the various things that sometimes keeps me up too late is watching those incredibly silly british guys on Top Gear. Yes really. I'm not sure I've ever (like, almost really never) laughed as hard as I have watching them be stupid with the color commentary from the host. It's a car show, and it can be the funniest thing in the world. omg. My eyes start to tear up with laugh tears thinking about it.
Christmas is next week. I still have to mail things. There is only one present that wasn't bought online. Ok, most of monkeybaby's stuff is from real stores. But the rest of it... I just so deeply hate Christmas shopping and so far every weekend for the last 4 weekends we've had serious sick in this house. So. It's simply no fun to drag a sick toddler around. And then I couldn't get out of bed for awhile. blah blah. shop online.
And I've been knitting a bit. But only a bit.
We managed to get out to the tree farm though, so the tree is up, and it's lovely.
Now, I need to find some shoes and go to work.
Oh yeah, I think I'm going to bust out the new version of Moveable Type. If things get wonky for awhile, I'm still here.
that would be ok. right this minute i'm listening to monkeybaby laugh his head off with monkeydad while doing late bed prep, i've just had dinner that i didn't have to cook, towards the end of which monkeybaby put his head on my shoulder and admired the holiday lights in the restaurant. i've had a martini, and i'm thinking about yarn.
does it get much better?
I did not grow up here. I love my adopted home in the wet northerness and I hate having a warm sunny Christmas.
Having said that, there's a cosmic ray-gun of so-cal on me right now.
We watched part of low-rider TV last night and it's not at all alien to me. I knew some of those kids when I was in high school.
And there have been a lot of reminders lately from all directions. There was a great post on Mr Jalopy's site. And writing about the real LA invariable puts me in a Joan Didion state of mind.
It is hard for people who have not lived in Los Angeles to realize how radically the Santa Ana figures in the local imagination. The city burning is Los Angeles's deepest image of itself. Nathaniel West perceived that, in The Day of the Locust, and at the time of the 1965 Watts riots what struck the imagination most indelibly were the fires. For days one could drive the Harbor Freeway and see the city on fire, just as we had always known it would be in the end. Los Angeles weather is the weather of catastrophe, of apocalypse, and, just as the reliably long and bitter winters of New England determine the way life is lived there, so the violence and the unpredictability of the Santa Ana affect the entire quality of life in Los Angeles, accentuate its impermanence, its unreliability. The winds shows us how close to the edge we are. - from slouching towards bethlehem
and then head over to the Rancho Gordo blog if you can't quite taste so cal yet. (he's in napa, but cooks much more south).
Eva la Rue is moving again, and will slide back inland from the beach. my mother went to Santa Ana High. so much of my embedded and collective memory is california. parts of my soul are still there. it just takes so much more energy to live with yourself when you are in california. at least south of LA. you can, but you don't know how until you leave and by then, well, it's just easier not to. to find the soul you have to know the history.
i don't want to offend anyone (beyond having to deal with my very random capitalization) but... yeah, I don't think I'm going to be a big crocheter. my mom is, and has been, and the motion comes right back from when i was a kid. i made something, which i will document at some point. it's about 2 hours of crocheting and i have to say i was a bit cranky and bored. i know! with yarn! knitting to me is wonderful and relaxing and meditative. crochet i had to look at, it was fussier, i couldn't really see the individual stitches very well, and generally was a wee bit stressful. i am pretty sure that's what knitting was like at the beginning too, but it's not now, and i just don't know if i need to go down that road. i have PLENTY of crafts that eat up time and space.
knitting has so much history, and there's a *thing* i feel about it. i just don't have the same love affair with the hook.
or, as monkeydad just said, "it's not using the wizard". which is alluding to my self-imposed tendencies to luddite-ism. i used Pine as a mail reader until (relatively) recently. it worked, i liked it, there was no chance of getting some stupid email virus.
in the steps of our forebearers...
ah, don't mind me. i'm gonna have to break out the hook again for arigurumi stuff. but that's all. ha.