Friday, June 10, 2011

Too Hot to Spin?

The consistent trick with summer crafting is finding the right project to not make the heat of the summer worse. You don't want to work on a giant woolen sweater (like I am) when it's over 90 degrees F. You don't want to bring that light silk project to the pool. And I haven't been doing this very long, but I'm pretty sure it's a bad idea to spin with sweaty hands. Which is really just me trying to make an excuse for why I haven't crossed "Spin a Tuft" off my to-do list in a few weeks. It rained, so it's a little more humid but a lot more cool than it typically is. So this would be the ideal time to spin, right? So I went to take a picture of what I want to work on today. I realize that the technical term may not be tuft, but this little spiral that my roommate's cat is eying is the amount I want to convert into what will eventually be my first attempt at plying.


I decided I wanted to take a picture of the yarn, and went upstairs to where the light is better and there's something white I can take the picture against. And Trevor was sleeping on the blanket, so I had to wake him up. Then I realized the color wasn't too far off from his fur, which is all sorts of adorable. So he gets his blog debut. For anyone who's curious, he's named after the main...male character (I wouldn't call him villain or protagonist, he just is) of Aeon Flux.


Apparently, outside of some light patting, he wanted to sleep more than look in awe at my yarn. That's fair. He's been pretty good about leaving my yarn alone--with one exception, but it was yarn leftover from a completed project, so not too bad.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

An intensely blah day

Yesterday was a very frustrating day. I found out on my way to the bus stop--I swung by ye olde local coffee shoppe to break a twenty in case the bus driver wouldn't accept my student card anymore--that the authentication stuff I was going to Denver to do couldn't be done there. No, it has to be done in D.C. So three weeks minimum before I'll get it back. I'm worried if I don't get my paperwork in quickly enough, I'll lose the job. It might not be that serious. But then, it might. I don't know. But I spent a ton of money trying to get it done as quickly as possible, so we'll see.

It's really glum outside today, so after yesterday's anxiety, I'm just in a weird mood. In Colorado, it tends to only really rain in May and June; most of our precipitation comes in the form of snow during the winter. So it's hard to get annoyed when it does rain, as we usually need it. But it still gives everything a weird level of light. Makes me generally apathetic about whatever I'm working on. Like the Dude. I don't know what it is with this guy, but I just don't care. Even on the easy bits, I almost have to argue with myself to keep going. Given that I want to get him done by the time I leave, it shouldn't be this hard. Maybe I need a break from knitting? It wouldn't hurt my thesis any. Anyways, this is as far as I've gotten on him since I started:
I should probably take this mood and get some work done on my thesis, instead of fighting with myself about knitting. I'm working my way through the first chunk of The Madwoman in the Attic, by Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar--one of those texts that if you're doing feminist literary analysis, you're going to read. Given that everything I'm analyzing in my thesis is written by men, the sections about women writers are less-than-useful, but there's a fair amount on recreations of binaries (angel and monster) that may be useful. One day, I'll actually sit down and start writing the review itself, instead of just clogging my brain with loads of books and articles and ideas.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

False Starts

The sweater is frustrating. I've had very little practice with stranded knitting, and my understanding was you're not really supposed to do it back and forth. At least not typically. But that's what this sweater calls for. So I'll have about 30 rows of easy, 10 rows of dragging, 30 rows of easy, 34 rows of dragging, etc. I'm only about 45 rows in.

The mittens for my grandmother have been tricky as well. I started the convertible mittens from Knitting New Mittens & Gloves. Yarn was too thin. Then I tried the Evenstar Gloves I found on Ravelry, and had the same general problem. Which means I finally tried searching for a more accurate weight of yarn for the pattern, and finally settled on Warm Heart Warm Hands mittens. I got there eventually. I do want to try the other two patterns at some point, but not today.

So, pending a call from my little sister saying she got her CBC, I'm going down to Denver today to get mine apostilled. (If she gets hers, I'll wait for her to come up so we can go down together.) Given that it's almost an hour on the bus each way, I need something to work on. The Dude sweater's too big, and the mitten might be more intensive than I want on a bus, since I get motion sick. I think I'll cast on for the Camden sleeves since it's all mindless in-the-round after the first four rows.

I'm feeling pretty lazy about pictures today, so I'll show off a fairly old, but still very well-used knit. I decided at some point a few years ago to make all of my friends personalized dice bags. We all play Role-Playing games (like Dungeons & Dragons, if you're not sure what that means.) With each of my friends, I have a specific character or game that I associate with them, because they have a particular preference for a group (clan, kith, etc.) with each game. So I made up a bunch of dice bags in various colors, mostly appropriate to the book covers--green is Vampire the Masquerade, by White Wolf--and embroidered them with an appropriate symbol. I still have three or four bags that I never embroidered...one day. This one is the one I made for my boyfriend; the symbol is for Clan Malkavian. They're crazy, and so is he. I've only seen him play a Malkavian once, and it was a subtle kind of crazy, but it still always seemed like his clan.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Another week, another list of plans

Last week, I had this list, and this is what got done (I don't know how to do the nifty crossing-out thing people do with lists and posts, so blue is completed.)
  • read Peter Pan
  • read Through the Looking Glass
  • read The Wizard of Oz
  • acquire and read Ozma of Oz
  • read at least three printed articles (but preferably everything printed)
  • write lit. review stuff for all articles (re)read
  • find articles about bildungsroman and women/girls (I was told very briefly in a class years ago that novels about girls cannot be considered a bildungsroman or coming-of-age/development novel. The intent of the genre is an escape from family and home. Girl's novels are about the submission to the family and home. Now I need to see if someone actually made this argument somewhere.)
  • spin a tuft
  • make at least 4 more coffee sleeves
  • check with Korea about documents by the end of the week, if not heard back
  • get boyfriend measured for tuxedo (for the wedding I made the shawl for)
  • buy yarn for a yoga bag for one friend, and appropriately sized needles for various upcoming projectsLink
  • block and maybe actually complete one day Camden
Some of those solved themselves, such as checking with Korea. I'm not sure about the coffee sleeves anymore. We'll see. So this week's list:
  • Type up/salvage the lit. review information for all articles
  • Towards that extent, collect all articles in one place
  • Go down to Denver to get CBC apostilled.
  • Send off apostilled CBC
  • Read Through the Looking Glass
  • Finish back of the The Dude sweater
  • Make mittens for Grandma before moving on to the rest of the sweater (I figure a piece of the sweater, then another mini-project, should keep me entertained.)
  • Spin a tuft
  • Read at least three books for thesis
Shorter list, but some of those are actually huge tasks. This may become a weekly thing until I move, or at least finish the lit. review stuff. I'm shooting for the end of June.

Because I really like having a picture of something on a post, I'm going to start sharing my years-old picture from my previous visit to Korea. I'll try to find the ones that have humorous explanations behind them, or at least a good story. For today, you get the only bathroom I decided to take a picture of (which, in Asia, shows a great deal of self-restraint.)

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Knitter's ADD

I think it's very important to acknowledge this harsh disease and combat it in any way possible. This is a disease that (I assume) affects many of us. My current mantra, aiding me in resisting the nature of this awful affliction, is "Two more rows. Two more rows."

I have two more rows on the personally dubbed Rivers shawl I'm making for mi mama. Well, technically one row and the bind off, but given that it's a shawl worked outwards, that's about 1000 stitches of constant focus. I'm in love with the complexity of shawls only when I've got a good TV show to get me through the tricky rows. Otherwise, I like stockinette. It's easy and I can not pay attention to my knitting. What's that? Isn't the point to have something to do?

I'm a product of my generation. I'm a Millennial. I thought I was just at the tail end of Gen. X (I was born in 85, if you're curious), but apparently not. I am part of the ADD generation. The ones who have been raised on the internet and commercials. We are superb multitaskers, but you ask us to do and focus on one thing, and it's a no-go. In my undergrad, I should probably have minored in film. I was the head projectionist for the film series my university had. I was paid to go watch movies--at least 10 hours a week, and sometimes as many as 8 films in a day during festival season. And I fidget. People often ask me when I'm in a coffee shop reading and knitting how I do that. I learned how to knit, in the dark, during those 8-films-a-day marathons. Somehow managed not to drop stitches, too. I'm an English major, also, which means great swaths of my life are spent reading. I wouldn't knit if I couldn't multitask. So I do. But sometimes that makes for frustration when I can't do two things. Like very lacy rows and bindoffs.

And then there are new projects, waiting just around the corner. The sleeves to be re-knit from yesterday's horror show. Look! Salvaged yarn! Two full-size balls, three ....half? balls. Yay! Still nervous about having enough, but I showed the damage to the friend who helped me buy the yarn in Dongdaemun years ago (thanks Marie!) and she said she may have some of the same color lying around that she could send me. This means the sleeves are now on the list of things to finish before Korea, so if I need more, she's only doing Canada international shipping.

The next project that I'd like to get started (and finished) this weekend is some mittens for my grandmother. She was out a few weeks ago for my little sister's graduation, and saw the garter stitch handwarmers I made at the beginning of the winter. Commented that something like that would be great for her arthritis. So of course I'm trying to make something before I go. I'll probably make a pair of basic mitts like what she saw for around her house during the winter. One of my first times using Rowan, too.


So now that I've rambled for a good long while, I'm off to actually finish the shawl. Promise. Then I'll let myself cast on...everything.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Warning: Graphic Knitting Content

I was all set to talk about the blocking process for my long-awaited Camden, in preparation for a wearable FO. Was in the process of tracking down a documentary to listen to whilst pinning and measuring. And then. There are pictures below. Look only if you're strong of will and stomach. Seriously, it's horrific. I showed one of my roommates (none of whom knit), and he responded with more anger than I've heard him use in awhile "Was it my cat?" Which it might have been, but as I said, two years without touching the sweater, it could've been anyone. Anything. My money is on the mice that got into the Aeolian (as I mentioned previously.) I'm glad "they" chose the sweater, towards that extent. I can deal with this. But the fact that even my roommate gets how bad this is should give you an idea of how bad it is.

But to derail a moment, if only to bump the pictures down far enough that you can avoid them if you would prefer to: I went to the dentist yesterday. I got a temporary crown, post root-canal. They cut my tongue. In addition to my tongue feeling weird and a little sore, things taste funny today. I ate a cookie, of the kind that I know are really bad for me, but they just taste so good. And it was awful. I ate only half, because it tasted so strange. If it were at all intentional, or desirable, this tooth issue I've been having would be a great diet. But I'm pretty skinny as it is (and about to move to Asia where, from previous experience, I'll probably drop 15 lbs. within the first month anyways.) So once flavors return to normal, I can return to regaining the weight I lost when my tooth started hurting in the first place. I realize this is all so exciting. So now, without further ado:





Both sleeves, right in the middle. Of course. And over easily about 20 rows each of unsalvagable yarn. But here's the kicker: I bought the yarn in Dongdaemun. In Seoul. In a pack of 10 balls. Ravelry suggests that it is Michell Suri Alpaca, which I can't link to because I can't find anything that directs to that company. So here's the plan: I'm going to rip past the carnage first, saving as much of the yarn as I can. I have probably a ball's worth of yarn that was set aside after the sweater was all knitted up for the sewing part of the finishing. Hopefully that's enough to fix this. If not, the body of the sweater somehow remains unscathed: Worst case scenario, I have a very warm sweater t-shirt. I'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Thoughts on Peter Pan

My thesis is currently constantly in the back of my mind, creating an odd connection of children's literature, feminism, and sexuality to everything. I reread Peter Pan through these lenses, and am exploring a couple different sides. This is rambling, mildly incoherent, and will probably be done with several other books as well.

The Crocodile is referred to by gender once in the book. She is female. The Crocodile is forever after discussed sans gendered pronouns, inexplicably. The greatest threat to the greatest pirate is a woman who marks time. In context of the main book I'm looking at (Alan Moore's Lost Girls), this in itself is fascinating. In Lost Girls, Wendy tells the story of James Hook, a pedophile with an arthritically curled hand. (On a side note, James Barrie's hand was curled by a sort of paralysis brought on by writing, and in Lost Girls, he wouldn't be the first author of a children's novel to double as the antagonist.) She overpowers him by basically pointing out that she is too old for him to have any interest in her. The subsequent "Splash" page is of him being eaten by the Crocodile. Such wit, this book.

With the exception of Tinker Bell and the Crocodile, all female characters are or can be read as mothers in some sense. Wendy is mother to the lost boys, her mother eventually becomes one as well. Jane, Wendy's eventual daughter, and Margaret, Wendy's granddaughter, are expected quite literally from birth to play mother to Peter. The Neverbird mothers Peter to the extent of putting her own eggs in danger (and finds his idea of using a hat as preferably to her nest). Tiger Lily, who brings up a glorious amount of colonialization issues, mothers her tribe, although she is the only girl/woman with whom that term is not explicitly used. While most of these characters do not exist in Lost Girls, or exist in a different form--Wendy puts on clothes to "become" Tiger Lily, thus reducing a character to a fetish to be put on--those women portrayed have almost every sexual act reduced to "mothering," including Annabel (Tinker Bell).

Tinker Bell sacrifices herself for Peter, if not mothers him. She is also a caricature of how women were portrayed in much literature--she can either hate with her entire being (and she only hates Wendy/women) or she can love with her entire being (and she only loves Peter/men). I know there's a lot of writing on fighting between women.

One of the things that I was fascinated with the first time I read Peter Pan was the purpose of forgetting in Neverland and outside of it. Neverland is imagination, and each person has some bearing on what is in Neverland based on their imagination, but there is a strength in believing in the imagination that is more available to Peter than any other character--see the make believe dinners that it seems only he can gain sustenance from, and the reviving of Tinker Bell after she is poisoned. Wendy is able to keep imagining and believing in Neverland, even if she cannot go back to it, as an adult, although even she is not sure if it ever existed. Both within Neverland and without, she is the keeper of memory. She tells the lost boys and her brothers about their parents when they start to forget, and her daughter of Neverland when every other young character has grown up, gotten jobs, and forgotten. In Lost Girls, she is telling her story to two other women--I haven't decided yet what, if any, role that plays in her characterization. It matters that she is a storyteller though.

What allows her to change is her strength of memory, while what allows Peter to remain the same is his strength of forgetting. From the beginning, he is the severest form of ADD, forgetting Wendy and the boys as he is flying with them towards Neverland. It is this forgetfulness, in a particularly Romantic style, which allows him to never experience, and therefore never grow up. It is simultaneously the Romantic dream and fear embodied in a boy.

I've often thought Hook was a better interpretation of Peter Pan than most film versions that attempt to stay "true" to the story, in part for the use of forgetting.