darn slow Internets!
I’ve been waiting for 24 hours for a new domain to propagate. Yes, I know it can take up to 48 or 72 hours, but I want it done now!
All’s done on my end, it’s all about the nameserver where it’s been pointed at to spread across the webs or tubes or whatchamacallit’s.
Hurry up, please!
I’ve spent the entire day fiddling with Photoshop, flickr, libsyn, Hostway, ravelry, and general Interweb goodies. All of which will result in an announcement in the coming week, I hope.
It’s time to get away from the screen and live life. At least I haven’t been watching that football game.
Today, little Miss Janie Sparkles turns four. Or at least that’s what the vet estimated when she came into rescue, five months before she moved into our home and hearts.
While she’s not a big eater, she did get some extra boiled chicken bits handed to her this morning. And, I’m thawing out some fancy natural, organic lamb and rice (given to us by an even fancier dog friend’s parents). If the weather holds, we’ll go out for an off-leash adventure this weekend, too.
(photo by Mr. Man, aka DeadSlow or Christopher. Pay no attention to the man behind the dog.)
I took Friday off last week and enjoyed a day all for myself. I’ve accumulated too much vacation time, maxing out, so I need to indulge in a couple of days here and there, or else I lose the time!
Typically, I just sit on the couch and knit, watching whatever the Tivo’s been holding for me. Maybe a nap with Janie Sparkles and a touch of cooking.
Not this time.
It was terribly cold and rainy, so what better way to start a selfish day than a run?
Honestly, I doubted that I’d actually get out the door, but I knew I’d feel great afterwards.
So, before driving Mr. Man to work (to spare him a wet bike commute), I put on my synthetics and running shoes. Thirty minutes later, here’s the proof of my run piled in front of the fridge.
Then, time to eat. I’ve been having smoothies every morning for the past couple of weeks, which is highly out of character. I’m not a big fruit guy. (Big fruit, yes; fruit-eater, no.) I fear the frothy, milkshake-y goodness for fear of too much sweet. Heck, I don’t even like ice cream, so why try to like a pretend milkshake?
For those who are also dessert-adverse, adding nuked oatmeal, flaxseed meal, unflavored whey powder, plain yogurt and peanut butter insures the concoction doesn’t taste like a berry patch. Or, less eloquently, Mr. Man says it tastes like dirt. However you describe it, it suits my savory-favoring palate.
My friend Rachel had the day off, too, so I went downtown to meet her for coffee. Not just any coffee, $20,000 coffee. Blue Bottle just opened a cafe last week. Of the two big roasters in town, and ever since I stopped adding sugar to my lattes, I prefer the flavor of their roasts to Ritual’s.
‘Twas delicious. It’s a great space. Very theatrical performance of the coffee preparation (read the article linked above). Nice science-y beakers. Good flavor, but perhaps more of a special occasion coffee, not a habit. I’m glad I tried it.
Continuing the indulgence, I took myself to the movies to see Cloverfield. Just ’cause. It’s not the highest-brow choice in this Oscar season (I’ve only seen Ma Vie en Rose), but perfect for a rainy day. I haven’t been to a theater since I saw The Lives of Others last year. And since my beloved doesn’t appreciate sci-fi or horror movies, I gotta get it in on my own. A smidge Blair Witch-y with the single hand-held video camera, but a great tension-filled, frantic evacuation of NYC that doesn’t dumb-down a narrative to spoon-feed you a typical Hollywood film structure.
Today is another day off, and I’ve got a run and perhaps another movie, casting off Henry, and a sourdough starter to continue to feed. Time’s a-wasting!
At long last, here’s the oft-mentioned, never-before photographed, Jared-inspired scarf with Noro and a green "solid" from Philosopher’s Wool (left over from this sweater).
It’s been a smidge chilly lately, so the wool monstrosity has been getting a lot of wear. At just over 6′ long, it’s my favorite scarf, by far. It was knit over Thanksgiving 2007 in Eugene chez the in-laws.
Thanks, Leslie for the tutorial on scarf tying. I feel so French.
At Lisa’s birthday on Friday (at her store Rare Device), I sampled some of the most heavenly, poufy, cheese puffs in the world.
I don’t have any good photos of the lovely birthday girl herself, but I did snap a mobile pic of these savory choux puffs made of butter, eggs and gruyere. The woman who made them told me that the recipe can be found in Tartine’s cookbook (a must-visit bakery when you’re in SF).
Obsessed, I searched the interwebs and found that 7×7 magazine published it back in September!
Be warned… I could have easily eaten 38 of these greasy devils… make sure you make enough to share!
Go forth and bake!
I’m in. I’ve made my reservation at Easton Mountain for Joe and Ted’s Men’s Spring Knitting Retreat.
Dude. It’s going to be WAY better than a Keanu Reeves movie with a similar sounding name.
It’s like they read my mind.
Every morning at breakfast, we call the tool that decapitates soft-boiled eggshells, “Choppy.” And bunny has been a euphemism for a certain soft, round (not furry) body part that you’re probably sitting on right now.
Chris snapped this picture of me this afternoon, asleep on the couch with Janie Sparkles. Despite his description, we were not up late the night before (pre-hacking my own haircut). I believe we were in bed by 11pm!
There are a bunch of things that strike me about this photo:
Hope your weekend was as restful!
I feel so 5 years ago… I just finally got an iSight camera from Betsy who’s moving to Italy to start an Art Monastery. She no longer needed it since her fancy new laptop already has a camera built in.
I’ve never had the occasion to video chat, nor do I have the inclination to be LonelyKnitter34 and turn this into a vlog. But time will tell. You may see me sitting here bleary-eyed, not quite looking at the camera in dim overhead lighting soon enough.
Just in case, I opened up a hizKNITS AIM account, should you ever see me online. Grab a window, have a sit and type at me for a spell.
