I’m on crutches and while it’s not awful, it’s not grilling my cheese either. Spring has arrived with the kind of hyperactive force normally displayed by puppies on crack (note: spoonfully.com does not advocate giving puppies crack. Crack is expensive and puppies can’t tell it from sherbet anyway.) and I can’t do the stuff in [...]
Tagged banging on, sproutyBehold I am reading up a storm! Fluttering pages in an ecru foam of erudition! The Beauty Myth – Naomi Woolf A major work in feminist literature, it’s kind of astonishing to realise this book was first published twenty years ago. Truefax – check Wikipedia. Most of the book could have been written in the [...]
Tagged reading timeIt’s page-flickin’ time, yo! The Magic Toyshop - Angela Carter I first fell in love with Angela Carter when I read Nights at the Circus which I recommend to everyone which such fervour that I’m no longer sure where my copy is (if anyone sees it, tell it I miss it and I hope it’s doing well). [...]
Tagged reading timeEveryone keeps talking economics to me. There are nervous ripples all around me as everyone gets nervous about the US economy, the Euro economy, the Iceland economy. It got us talking about the Great Depression, about conservation, about frugality. So I did what any slightly off-in-the-head, not-really-sure-how-the-economy-works munchkin would do and did a stocktake of [...]
Tagged adventures in cooking, preserved lemonsI had a whole draft post typed up on multitasking. It was called ‘Multitasking Mythos’, and there was a poem in rhyming couplets about dispensing with multitasking. I couldn’t post it because I think I might have been fibbing. Here’s the way I see it: multitasking is a risky business. There aren’t many things I [...]
Tagged Green sprite, yarnosophyI looked up collective nouns for books and discovered that “library” and “pile” seemed to be the most common ones. That kind of surprised me: I thought when I was saying “pile” I was being casually vivid and descriptive — “oh, I have a pile of books waiting by the toilet” — but no: it [...]
Tagged reading timeI finished my Slouchy Sockhead hat and we’re very happy, thank you. But when I first finished, there was a hovering ‘ehhhh’ about the whole thing. A little post-completion malaise, if you will. I’ve had it before and I’m never sure what to do with it. Finishing a knitted project is like…let me think. It’s [...]
Tagged sock, yarnosophyI am blogging on the go! The old-fashioned way: this post was originally drafted by pen, in a moving vehicle. A long car trip, not of our choosing, appeared on the schedule. As someone who guards their weekend with the snarling jealousy of a griffin defending its hoard of Snickers bars, this was not an [...]
Tagged banging on, yarnosophyIt’s that time again! I’ve been reading, gorging my brain on others’ leavings, and now I have to burp about it. Portrait in Sepia Oh my God. I first encountered Isabel Allende’s writing while studying: I read The House of the Spirits. And it didn’t blow me away. Beautiful and interesting and unlike anything else [...]
Tagged reading timeI would like to mention two extremely cool things I have encountered. My life, as I am sure I have mentioned from time to time, is supremely awesome. These cool things are just little out-shoots of awesome, like sparks that fly joyously upwards from the BONFIRE OF AWESOME that is my life. Cool thing the [...]
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