Monthly Archive for December, 2005

Language Lesson

The English Language has taken a total dump in the toilet… when NPR starts making basic grammatical errors, you know it’s getting bad.

I’m hearing a lot of people using the phrase “there is” or “there’s” when referring to multiple items. Last time I checked, “there is” is singular; e.g. There is an apple on the table. If you are referring to multiple items, you would say “there are”. And don’t even try a contraction with “there are”. Please.

“Walla” is not a word, unless you are referring to Walla Walla, Washington, and then it’s a proper noun. I see this all the time in Blogland. “I sewed together some fabric, and walla! I made a bag.” What you really mean to type is: voilà!. It’s French.

    From Dictionary.com:
    voi·là Pronunciation Key (vwä-lä) interj.

    Used to call attention to or express satisfaction with a thing shown or accomplished: Mix the ingredients, chill, and voilà! a light, tasty dessert.

(I question the use of an exclamation point in the middle of a sentence, but since voilà is an interjection, I’ll let it slide – this time)

The other day, E and I were watching television we were listening to the news. The reporter was talking about something that happened in France. (I wish I could remember what it was.) Whatever it was that happened occurred in Lyon. You know it sounds like Lee ohn. Unfortunately, this reporter was so clueless and prounounced Lyon like the giant African cat. *Sigh*

I don’t claim to be perfect, but come ON people. Puh-leeze!

Reading…

One of the things that I love to do is read. I share this love of text with most members of my family, immediate and otherwise. I find that lately I’m not terribly enthusiastic about reading. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m not liking the books or if I’m just not in the mood. The last few books that I have picked up have been a mixed bag.

Freakonomics. Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner. I requested this book from the local library, after hearing one of the authors on NPR one morning. I had to wait forever to get the book, as there were 30 people ahead of me on the checkout list. There is a lot of hype about this book, and while I was very excited to read it, I was less than thrilled with the actual book. I only got through half of it before I had to return it to the next library patron. On a scale of 1 to 10? 6. I’m not sure I’ll go back to reading it.

Eragon. Christopher Paolini. I checked this out of the local library as well. I read this a few months ago, mostly on the plane to and from Pasadena. Pretty good for a 15 year old author. You can tell that he isn’t a very seasoned writer – his descriptions are too flowery and definitely the work of an writer who is trying to make up for something. It was entertaining though, and I wasn’t left wanting. I’m a sucker for fantasy novels, but I don’t find that there are a lot of authors that I like. Paolini will be really good as he matures. I plan to read the next books in the series.

Plainsong. Kent Haruf. Several stories intertwine to tell the story of a small, fictional town in Colorado. No extraordinary stories here, just plain folks living seemingly plain lives on the prairie. Something about these plain stories make the book seem anything but plain. I was drawn into the stories and I enjoyed Haruf’s descriptions of the everyday objects that we take for granted. My mom sent this to me, and I’m glad she did. I never would have picked this up on my own.

Never Have Your Dog Stuffed. Alan Alda. I love Alan Alda. I loved him on M*A*S*H, loved him on Scientific American Frontiers, and I loved his guest appearances on ER. His book? Not so much. While it was quite interesting to read about his life, and his facinating career, I was less than impressed by the style of the book. It seemed disjointed and skipped around. I got through it pretty quickly, and I would probably recommend it to someone who likes Alan Alda, but it wasn’t a great literary feat. Funny, it was another one that I requested from the library and had to wait forever. I waited so long, I had forgotten that I had requested it. I guess celebrity sells.

A Map of the World. Another Mom suggestion. A good one too. I hate it when books don’t have a synopsis on the inside jacket or on the back of the softcover version. When mom suggests books, they are usually quite good, so I didn’t have any hesitation, except when I picked the book up and didn’t see a synopsis on the back. I took it with me for the plane back to AZ, because a 5-hour plane ride requires reading material. I admit, I picked it up because it suggested maps would play prominently in the story. I know, I’m a dork – a map dork, thank you very much. Anyway, it was a good read. Pretty sad, but it was worth the heartache.

Next up: Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies. Jared Diamond. Purchased with a fab-u gift certificate that I recieved for Christmas. Whee!

I’m Baaaack!

You’re thrilled, I know. Dying to hear what misanthropic diatribe I am going to have for you this time. Well, since returning from the land of my birth, I have nothing but sweetness and light. Really.

New York is really a pretty wonderful place. I arrived on the last day of the strike, and realized that New Yorkers are really a quite an amazing bunch. (And no, I’m not biased. Okay, maybe a little…) New Yorkers face a challenge; be it a blackout or a transit strike, and just suck it up and deal. We might whine a bit, but we make things happen.

Because of the strike, Mayor Bloomberg restricted passenger cars below 96th Street. You could only travel below 96th Street with 4 or more people in your car during the morning hours. Apparently, people entering the city would arrive at 96th Street and pick up strangers and take them into the city. I won’t claim that this was a completely altruistic act, but people did it and didn’t complain. I’m sure that there were a few friendships made along the way.

When I was in NYC for my mom’s birthday a few summers ago, I arrived at the exact time of the Blackout that Ate the East Coast. One of the most wonderful friends that I have now, is the woman who offered me her guest room for the night. Normally we would all be too suspicious of what might happen to us, and whether we would sleep safely through the night, but disaster + New Yorkers = friends for life.

So the strike is over and things are back to normal (such as it is) in NYC. I shopped at Purl; re-taught my mom to knit; saw the Yarn Bus (and had a friend ask me if I knew about a bus with fiberglass yarn on top?); saw lots of family and friends (and EVERYone got along – it was great); and ate too much. I love NY!

I missed my cat somethin’ fierce though. Even if she is devil cat. :)
Picture 007

(Well, you’d be pissed too if you had a flash go off in your eyes. :) )

Red Cross Disaster Relief




red cross disaster relief

Originally uploaded by Thom.

Nope, this is not during the bombing… it appears to be a coffee station to help all the folks WALKING into Manhattan. Kudos to the Red Cross.

I guess I’m just grumpy because I have to deal with the transit strike over the holidays. T, I love ya and you’re my blood, but I’m not lovin’ your union so much.

ETA: T is not related to Thom, the gentleman who took the above photo. I don’t know Thom, but I like his photos!

Brain Fry

I’ve started about 4 posts in the last month, and it seems like I can’t ever get back to any of them before I get distracted and my attention gets focused elsewhere. So here’s a quick update on what is happening, Chez Trueepicure.

I got a promotion. It’s a mixed blessing really. Slightly (very slightly) more money, more responsibility, and potentially some really interesting work. That’s all I’m going to say here, because the last thing I need is to get booted from my job for posting about work.

The holiday is upon me, in all of it’s glory. I’ve been crabbing to E about how much I dislike all of the annoying elevator-style Christmas carols. The Christian Right has decided to piss me off this year, because they have decided to boycott stores that say things like “Happy Holidays” and other generic seasonal sayings in their advertising and in-store signage. They want to get rid of the more inclusive phrase and replace it with Christmas-specific phrases. It seems sort of ironic, since usually these people are preaching about how the “true meaning” of Christmas has been lost among all of the consumerization of the holiday. Hmmmm…

And yet, I’m enthusiastic about Christmas because I get to see my family back east. Generally, Christmas is the one holiday that I see my mom and all of my dad’s family. My mom’s family is so spread out that we don’t get together very often, which is kind of sad.

For those of you interested in what is happening on the knitting front:

I have at least 4 knitting projects going on right now. I’m making a secret gift out of Mission Falls Wool, that has to be done by Christmas; the baby kimono from a recent IK knits (for a recent addition to the family – NO, not mine!!); the Hourglass Sweater (revisited) in Elisabeth Lavold Silky Tweed; and the shrug I’ve been working on in Noro Silk Garden. Yeah, yeah, I know, I need to put up pictures. One of these days…

Heather told me that Mission Falls is going to be reincarnated. Thank goodness for large favors! I love the stuff, and I was so dissappointed that it had all been discontinued. A new company has licensed the name, and the scuttlebutt is that the yarn will continue to be spun by the same mill and the licensing agreement states that the same product quality must be maintained. We’ll see, but here’s hoping!

Happy Holidays, everyone. May everyone be able to celebrate (or not celebrate) their holiday or festival in a tolerant and supportive environment.

Rabbit with Big Pointy Teeth

I need me some monster bunny slippers!!!

Thanks to Not Martha for the link.

And no, I don’t really need monster bunny slippers, I just thought it was too funny not to mention.

Walking Down the Garden Path

I’m feeling pretty freakin’ proud of myself today. I made this:

Path
(facing south)

A closer shot from the other side.

Path
(facing north)

As E says, only in the United States of America, land of corporate-ness, does flagstone (or the imitation stuff I used) have barcodes on it.

It’s doesn’t look very level, but it is, and there is a step up. Whee!

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