tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32996052012-01-27T17:24:16.236-06:00What's a fillyjonk? (It's a made-up animal. Very feminine. Obsessed with cleaning. Somewhat neurotic. A lot like me.) Read Tove Jansson if you really want to know.fillyjonknoreply@blogger.comBlogger50401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-46368018831715535172012-01-27T10:23:00.005-06:002012-01-27T10:41:15.613-06:00

...given all the furore over Derpy Hooves voice, it's interesting to hear that the voice actress has stated in an e-mail conversation with someone that she had been under the impression Derpy was a boy pony...and she never even got a picture to look at to plan the voice! (I thought that was standard in voice-over work, that someone had a drawing of the character in front of them). She said she

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-42348200158815656832012-01-27T07:42:00.000-06:002012-01-27T07:42:40.716-06:00

I'm working on the left front of the Ropes and Picots cardigan (I'm nearly done with it). And I got to thinking about the "least favorite" parts of various hobbies. For me, with knitting, the least favorite parts are either when you are doing the neck/shoulder shaping on the second (say, the left front) side of a cardigan or something, and the directions contain the ominous instructions: "Shape

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-14142576432424234752012-01-26T07:07:00.030-06:002012-01-26T07:07:00.551-06:00

Ten years ago today, I started this thing. It didn't start auspiciously; my first few posts involve me trying to get the template configured the way I wanted it (I did not then, nor do I now, have a great knowledge of html or any other web-language, so that's why I used and continue to use a pre-packaged template and host) I started adding pictures in 2004 but the hosting site I had changed, so

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-47944100732415503512012-01-25T10:24:00.000-06:002012-01-25T10:24:11.117-06:00

I just realized this morning - tomorrow is my blogiversary, the anniversary of the day I started blogging. And it was in 2002, so that will be ten years. That's both weird and amazing to me. It does not feel like it has been ten years. My teaching schedule is keeping me extra busy (and I find that 7 am to 11 am stretch, I do not get as much non-teaching-prep stuff done as I anticipated I would

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-79003007171648839402012-01-25T07:34:00.000-06:002012-01-25T07:34:46.134-06:00

I'm still (slowly) quilting away on the final border of the quilt in the frame. I know I have one full side done, but I'm not sure if it's a "short" side or a "long" side. (I HOPE it's one of the "long" sides). This weekend, I decided to pop in one of the Poirot dvds to have something to watch while I quilted. I chose "Murder on the Orient Express," which I THOUGHT I had seen when it was on PBS.

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-69107310516506284532012-01-24T08:18:00.001-06:002012-01-24T08:20:49.930-06:00

(Hee. One of my friends on Flickr referred to the swap box as "Pony explosion!" Yeah, I like that.) This is the most recently finished quilt top. It's one of those "I like it better and better the more I look at it" tops: Not a great photo, but it was taken Sunday evening, and it was windy here, and I decided that going out and trying to photograph it on the clothesline would be an exercise

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-37583591748784358592012-01-23T17:51:00.000-06:002012-01-23T17:51:22.434-06:00

I said a little while back that a long time ago, when I did a few swaps, I got "burned," either by getting not-so-great stuff, or by my stuff being way way late. Well, not this time. The mailman actually came BACK to my house all apologetic ("I had this package for you and I forgot to bring it the first time"). And it was my box from the MLP swap. And it was WONDERFUL: My swap-partner came

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-55885886646238346612012-01-23T10:31:00.001-06:002012-01-23T10:39:10.723-06:00

I may just suggest my students read his poem, The Impotence of Proofreading. It's in the same vein as Jerrold Zar's "Owed to a Spell-Checker" but this one is more developed and funnier. (And, yeah, has a few dirty-words-used-unintentionally-in-the-context-of-the-poem). The last line, specifically, had me sitting here in my office shaking with laughter and hoping no one would come by and ask me

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-89287694004688794092012-01-22T17:31:00.000-06:002012-01-22T17:31:43.739-06:00

(I actually have more I want to say about BOTH current knitting and current quilting, so I'll talk about the quilting (with photos of the newest top) tomorrow....) I started a new sweater Friday night. I did it partly because Saturday was the monthly "Crafty Ladies" meeting and I had volunteered to do a knitting tutorial, but wanted to bring a simple project for when the other people were

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-31609479076672260112012-01-21T15:36:00.000-06:002012-01-21T15:36:59.995-06:00

One of my friends on the Ivory Tower Fiber Freaks posted this. I rather like it. I also thought it would be a good palate-cleanser for those sick of pony talk: Apparently the poet - Taylor Mali - is a former teacher and a number of his poems are more or less in this vein. (I also like the way it's been converted into "word art" in this presentation.) (It also reminds me a little of Tom

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-73512743598621710032012-01-21T14:51:00.002-06:002012-01-21T15:26:07.949-06:00

(I started a new sweater this weekend. Pictures and knitting content and possibly quilting content to come tomorrow)... Okay...in this morning's episode of MLP, they did two big things: 1. Confirmed that the "canon name" of the ditzy grey pegasus is Derpy 2. Had Derpy speak. It's funny, lurking around a few of the Pony fansites, to see the reaction to this. There is some pearl-clutching, some

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-40890451172459686172012-01-19T17:53:00.002-06:002012-01-20T15:12:28.120-06:00

(skip at will, if you're not a pony fan) I'm in a better mood now, for a couple of reasons. 1. I got my swap-box all packed up for my swappee. (This is a Ravelry swap for the My Little Ponies fan group on there.) Even though in the past I've been burned in other swaps I've done (not on Ravelry) and I've had a few tsuris with my package coming very, very late...I still do these. Because

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-66693412879415589922012-01-19T12:41:00.000-06:002012-01-19T12:41:23.776-06:00

I confess, I'm not a big fan of most "modern" movies. I don't like "meet cute" movies or most rom-coms, and I don't care for movies where every other word is an Anglo-Saxonism beginning with "f" and ending with "k." But I love the idea of these movies from an alternate universe. Oh my, that version of Rushmore looks interesting. And the Jack Lemmon - Dean Martin version of The Hangover, I'd

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-51714338125608114112012-01-19T09:41:00.000-06:002012-01-19T09:41:55.285-06:00

My mother's graduate advisor was a man named Dr. Benninghoff. (I met him twice...once, he and his wife invited all of us to their house for lunch when we were up visiting relatives in that part of the world, and then, a second time, not that long before his death, they were down in Illinois where my parents lived, and we all went out for dinner together.) Oh, wait, I also discussed "contingency

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-84880578442272998422012-01-19T07:02:00.008-06:002012-01-19T07:02:00.281-06:00

First off: I wonder if this virus maybe isn't quite done with me yet, and if that's why I've been out of sorts the past day or two, and so tired (I went to bed at 8:30 the other night because I just couldn't make myself do anything more. I have stuff I could be working on, but I don't WANT to be working on any of it, even the fun stuff). I wonder now if I maybe pushed a little too hard with the

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-26433831210614940642012-01-18T08:45:00.001-06:002012-01-18T10:45:06.464-06:00

I'm tired today. Lots of strange upheaval-y things around me.... Someone I know who was involved in a volunteer project with me has apparently quit, claiming they "didn't feel appreciated enough." Uh, isn't part of being an adult putting up with not feeling appreciated a lot of the time? I mean, that's something that I've had to learn to deal with, and still a lot of the time I feel sort of

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-59068671191517658172012-01-17T08:26:00.000-06:002012-01-17T08:26:23.824-06:00

Heh. These kinds of things amuse me far more than they probably should, but, then, there you are: (I originally was looking for an image of Rainbow Dash saying "What is this...I don't even." Someone I know on Ravelry has it as her Ravatar, so I didn't know if it actually existed on the 'Net or if it was something she cobbled up from a picture. I didn't find Dashie (I've learned not to look TOO

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-63288999209777090472012-01-17T07:42:00.000-06:002012-01-17T07:42:00.111-06:00

First off: Yeah, I found a spaghetti container (it was actually kind of PRESSED on me by the hyperactive owner of one of the shops I was in) but I find it's 1/2 inch shorter than what I actually need...so I can either break my spaghetti, or use it for something else and find a different container. Ugh. I TOLD myself as the guy was enthusing about how GREAT the container was that it didn't look

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-42934543802929789602012-01-15T13:59:00.000-06:002012-01-15T13:59:11.153-06:00

Just thought of these: 1. Two women, walking behind me, talking loudly. "That's just HER" one said to the other. "She's the Queen of Pinatas." (I'm not sure I want to know). 2. The Hipsters have apparently discovered McKinney. Several of the restaurants that had outdoor seating wound up with tables full of guys in skinny pants and flannel shirts buttoned to the neck (? Is that a new hipster

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-60603640290988983202012-01-15T13:37:00.000-06:002012-01-15T13:37:31.754-06:00

Yesterday was a good day. (Pretty much the only thing on my list I didn't find was the table/bench for my plants, but I suspect I'll find one eventually). First stop was Quilt Asylum. I found the perfect backing for the quilt I'm planning, plus found a pattern for the Aneela Hoey "Little Apples" jelly roll I got a while back - I like the pattern I found better than the one I was considering

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-25889619169717737142012-01-13T20:48:00.000-06:002012-01-13T20:48:35.591-06:00

I finished sewing the binding on the second Linus quilt tonight: Also, I e-mailed Quilt Asylum and yes, they are still a drop-off point, so I'll be taking these with me to turn in when I go down there tomorrow. They're smallish quilts (like, 36" by 48"), but maybe they will be just the right size for some child who needs them. I'm really looking forward to the trip tomorrow. I think I really

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*I'm (mostly) over the cold. I'm not coughing myself to pieces any more. (Running the humidifier last night while I slept helped; the percent humidity was at the "will preserve mummies" level here yesterday). I think I will probably be okay to re-start exercise Monday. *I did more decluttering in the kitchen yesterday. I have a "separate" cabinet (as in: a piece of furniture I use as added

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-47414578104584888122012-01-12T08:11:00.002-06:002012-01-12T08:33:43.678-06:00

This is something my uncle found and e-mailed us all about when I was home on break. My grandfather (my dad's father - he was the one who owned the Steinway I now own) had a lot of careers during his lifetime. I THINK what he really wanted to do was write. (Supposedly my uncle now has the journals he kept, and is editing/smoothing them and will eventually provide us copies. I really hope he does;

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-21857317036580614132012-01-12T07:01:00.014-06:002012-01-12T07:01:01.171-06:00

I have to admit, one of the things I kind of like about some aspects of fandom is the creativity - how people seem to want to fill in the backstories of the character's lives, or to make things that look like things the character would use. The "Dreams in Fiber" website has a lot of very nice Harry Potter-themed patterns up on it (I've made two versions of her "Weasley Homestead" socks, for

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I don't always get things straight off. Someone I follow on Twitter, in the process of shrugging off someone else's unpleasantness, said, "I'm polymerized tree sap." (at first I was thinking, "resin? Amber? What?") I suppose, though, the correct follow up to that would be something like, "And you are an alkalized by-product of casein." (Update: apparently the original line comes from Big Bang

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This is probably my favorite thing I made over break: "Oh, there you are, Perry." It's Perry the Platypus, for those not familiar with the cartoon "Phineas and Ferb." (Phineas and Ferb are stepbrothers in a very harmonious blended family. They build crazy stuff. Their sister tries to prove to their mother that they build crazy stuff, but by some coincidence (every episode) the crazy stuff

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-53906144302202276292012-01-10T20:33:00.000-06:002012-01-10T20:33:17.497-06:00

Bess, I saw that biography in the Bas Bleu catalog (I think it was) and thought it looked interesting. Maybe I should get a copy. (I also think I will try one of the Regencies...I think I saw The Grand Sophy reviewed somewhere and it looks fun.) It's nice, once in a while, to have books that are just plain FUN to read. As I've said before, I don't read a lot of the highly-acclaimed modern

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-18099008603113392662012-01-10T09:16:00.000-06:002012-01-10T09:16:44.162-06:00

(More photographs of finished stuff to come later; I had a meeting last night and I find for some reason I can't upload to Flickr from work.) I'm doing something I think I've never done before; reading two novels in markedly different genres by the same author at the same time. I've become quite fond of the Georgette Heyer mystery novels, so over break I started one of her "historicals," called

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-20337565149289673372012-01-09T08:19:00.000-06:002012-01-09T08:19:21.220-06:00

I came in to the office this morning. (I do think I have a very minor version of what my dad and brother had: I have a scratchy throat, am sneezing a bit, and had a tiny bit of a fever last night. I don't think this is just allergies. But I'm not THAT sick, so I came in*.) I'm the only one here right now. Offices are technically open but classes do not start until Wednesday. (*When I was a kid,

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The first thing I finished over break was the "Sockhead" hat. This is from Bohoknits and is designed to be knit of sock-weight yarn - it takes maybe 3/4 of a 400 yard skein of sockyarn. I used a hand-painted sockyarn (I forget the dyer's name and I don't think she is selling yarn any more) but I remember that the colorway was called "Drama Queen." I anticipated that the hat would come out

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-30238902632181788662012-01-07T07:33:00.000-06:002012-01-07T07:33:02.039-06:00

The zodiac, in pony form: see more My Little Brony I was born on February 27. So I guess I'm a "Derpy." Heh. Well, I can be a bit scatterbrained at times. (Supposedly, in "traditional" astrology, Pisces is also the "artistic" sign...and I've read that Pisces people are supposedly shy....so Rarity or Fluttershy might also have worked as well.) Of course, we're talking Barnum statements here, so

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-52185085655959092092012-01-07T06:27:00.009-06:002012-01-07T06:27:01.536-06:00

About a year ago, I posted about a family friend - she's a doctor, actually - who had been diagnosed with a scary form of leukemia. She had gone through one round of chemo but that didn't seem to push it into remission, so they decided to haul out the "big guns" - a bone marrow transplant. I know enough about these things to know that they're quite risky - they effectively destroy your immune

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-42723902397494449822012-01-06T16:24:00.000-06:002012-01-06T16:24:25.051-06:00

I was able to get the lab-conflicting-with-piano-lesson changed (and, lucky for me - changed from the non-majors-bio-lab to the majors-bio-lab - I teach the majors course but not the non-majors one this semester, and, how do I put it politely? The majors also tend to have more at stake and therefore be more engaged) So I have the Schedule from Heck* on Mondays and Wednesdays, Thursday I have one

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I think I was maybe a bit more distressed in the last post than I might have been. I was concerned; my brother, when he came back to our parents' house after visiting my sister-in-law's family with her (long story short: they leave their cat at our parents' house while they're on the road, because he gets along pretty well with us but does NOT get along with some of her relatives), had some kind

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Well, break is winding down. I always have mixed feelings about this. We took the tree down yesterday afternoon - another thing I have mixed feelings about. I hate to see the official holiday season end - to see all of the shininess and the pretty colors and the little lights go away for another 11 months, and go back to "ordinary time" and diet-company ads on the television and more talk of

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The end of an old year, the start of a new one. (Or at least, the calendar tells us; for me, it often feels more that the new year starts when the new academic year starts). No one in my family really does the stay-up-late thing. We're all (pretty much) early risers, so a midnight bedtime seems far too late. We may have a bottle of sparkling juice (because of various medications various people

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-56461988395363769092011-12-27T08:14:00.079-06:002011-12-27T08:14:00.210-06:00

One of the ways people used to spend time during the holidays was to tell ghost stories. (As near as I can tell, this seems to have been primarily a Victorian British custom - both because they seem to have been mad for ghost stories, but also because the magazines published at that time always had "Christmas numbers" and always ran short stories). Telling stories - except perhaps to small

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-43553167680089869722011-12-26T10:33:00.010-06:002011-12-26T10:33:00.380-06:00

Today is St. Stephen's day, or as it's better known in Britain and its Commonwealth countries, Boxing day. The old carol, "Good King Wenceslaus" references this day...In the old calendar, where 12 days of Christmas were celebrated, this would be the second day of Christmas. It seems that both St. Stephen's Day and Boxing Day share the common theme of having been a day of giving alms to the poor.

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-47933299918810055412011-12-25T10:24:00.014-06:002011-12-25T10:24:01.126-06:00

In my family, this is usually a fairly quiet day. We will have church this year, of course, and our plans are to open gifts when my brother and sister-in-law arrive in the afternoon. (Christmas dinner is roast beef, which fortunately requires minimal work once it's in the oven). One of the things I've really grown to appreciate as an adult about holidays is that they are a day where everything

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-3664535945767522662011-12-24T10:54:00.000-06:002011-12-24T10:54:00.062-06:00

I think one thing a lot of modern Americans who celebrate Christmas tend to forget is, not to very many centuries ago, many Christian groups DIDN'T celebrate Christmas - the Puritans, among others, in rejection of what they saw as decadence (and I suppose, some thought, a too-pagan or too-Catholic celebration) actually outlawed the celebration of Christmas in some locations. Christmas in

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-14744894276260247392011-12-23T07:58:00.007-06:002011-12-23T07:58:00.630-06:00

I've said before I tend to be rather "High Church" in my preferences for how Christmas services are done. (Which is interesting, considering that the origins of the denomination to which I belong were at least partly in one of the Scots "dissenter" groups who were opposed to all the High Churchery. Well, my feeling is: there's so much in daily life that's so awful and mundane, that one in a while

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-36580111723676634612011-12-21T18:34:00.001-06:002011-12-21T18:36:02.877-06:00

Yes, here I am, this is real-time and not an "embargoed" post. It's been a good break so far - one thing I've found is that it takes me a couple of days to relax into "vacation" mode. I couldn't do that over Thanksgiving (the time was too short and I was also thinking of all I had to do when I got back) and I admit at times I was a bit snappish and short during that break. But this time, it's

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-52989545700355966132011-12-20T07:43:00.000-06:002011-12-20T07:43:01.439-06:00

Sorry, these are so cute, that I can't resist using them as "filler" while I'm on break: see more My Little Brony

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I admit it, I'm not that much in love with technological gifts, especially for young kids. I think toys that do "too much" - don't leave stuff to a kid's imagination - probably aren't that great as the "major" toys for kids to play with. If you have a doll with fifteen programmed phrases, that sort of limits play. Also, I never liked dolls or soft toys with too much in the way of mechanical or

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-3597400441263821202011-12-18T15:22:00.000-06:002011-12-18T15:22:00.859-06:00

I'm a long-time fan of the wonderful movie "A Christmas Story." And in this past year, I've become quite a fan of My Little Ponies: Friendship is Magic. So what happens when you put them together? This.. I laughed out loud when I saw that.

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A while back I made scarves for my Pony amigurumis, and remembered the childhood fondness of having clothes for my soft toys - even the animals, who, though they were covered with fur, might have gotten 'cold.' One of the very earliest "Santa" presents I remember - I was probably 3 or 4, because I know my brother wasn't on the scene yet - was a whole set of handmade doll clothes, just very

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-39935586264230909862011-12-15T08:31:00.001-06:002011-12-15T08:37:37.981-06:00

I *think* I've got everything packed that I need. (And at any rate, if I don't, it's not like I'm heading into the wilderness. I know I have my tickets, my ID, my dress shoes, and medication I take...all of which would be things that would be harder to replace if forgotten.) And I have books (multiple): A Georgette Heyer mystery, one of those Beatrix Potter themed mysteries, the book on math

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-59187962602597405072011-12-14T08:47:00.002-06:002011-12-14T08:48:54.532-06:00

Checking to see if the "Put it behind a jump break" feature works on this blog. Did it work? Hooray, it did. I wrote a post for over break that will contain spoilers for a story and I wanted people who just casually read not to see the spoilers. Though if you read this a post-at-a-time on a feed-reader, the jump break may not work....

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I finally finished the Tea Time Socks. (These are from that "Around the world in knitted socks" book). These socks use some of the traditional Aran-type patterns (particularly, the almost argyle-like diagonal pattern of purl diamonds) on them. I used a Sanguine Gryphon yarn for these - Bugga, in the color Bog Fritillary. (Apparently Sanguine Gryphon, as such, is no more - they are in the

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-4465430433206568832011-12-12T16:47:00.001-06:002011-12-12T16:51:33.823-06:00

(Flickr is apparently having problems so I'll just load this up using Blogger's photo tool). Tonight is the CWF Christmas dinner and I decided to do a dessert this year (after several years of doing vegetables, and one year when there were very few desserts). This is a buttermilk pie. (Yes, it's supposed to be that brown on the top. It's kind of like a chess pie or a custard pie, just not quite

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-6208855609939042942011-12-11T13:22:00.000-06:002011-12-11T13:22:01.169-06:00

...Or at least I'd like to think so. I finished Potter this morning. (And yes, this sweater being from the "Bright Women" pattern collection, it is named for her.) I'm very pleased with how it turned out. It fits well...the sleeves, especially, I was concerned that they would be too large (sometimes a problem with raglan style sweaters) but they are not. I made the 44" size, which is just

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-29989929409188044252011-12-10T17:35:00.000-06:002011-12-10T17:35:39.470-06:00

Got home from graduation today, ate lunch, ran a few errands, and then was prepared to sit down and relax the rest of the day. Then I thought about the leaves in my yard. (And cue my neighbor running his lawnmower. And: I'm sorry, I know this is me being a recalcitrant Northerner, but it just sounds SO wrong to hear a lawnmower this close to Christmas...) And then I felt guilty about not getting

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-15988834000735743422011-12-09T14:28:00.002-06:002011-12-09T14:30:16.000-06:00

I think, of the non-religious Christmas songs, this one has to be my very favorite, and this singer's version is my favorite version: I've heard it by others, including Mel Torme (who was one of the composers), but to me it just sounds so right by Nat King Cole. I guess this is one way in which Randall Munroe is correct. And you know? It really doesn't bug me. I like the Bing Crosby/Dean

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-72543269871523527682011-12-09T09:11:00.002-06:002011-12-09T09:11:51.601-06:00

I only got about an inch of the collar knitted on Potter last night. Poo. I always forget how long some of the "finishing" steps take...I'm not sure if it's because being done feels so close that they seem longer, or if I just forget how boring things like collars or hoods are to knit.

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-91766624745355510522011-12-08T16:02:00.000-06:002011-12-08T16:02:00.040-06:00

Potter is almost done. I have to get back to the sewing-up of it, and then knit on the collar, then attach the buttons. I'm still thinking about the "next sweater to start." I've kind of narrowed it down to the Hampton Cardigan from New England Knits (I have some very pretty coppery-brown Louisa Harding silk-wool blend for it - that was from this summer's trip to Stitches N Stuff), or the "

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-80482186593584985442011-12-07T09:48:00.001-06:002011-12-07T09:49:41.207-06:00

Today is, of course, Pearl Harbor Day. (In fact, it's the 70th anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day). One of the people I follow on twitter posted a link to a poster of the era ("Remember Pearl Harbor: remember, purl harder." Of course, in those days, knitting for the troops was probably more urgent*) I wonder how many people my age or younger think much about this day. I remember as a kid, my dad

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-2329997193961017482011-12-07T07:58:00.000-06:002011-12-07T07:58:14.330-06:00

I lined up someone to drive me, so I'm taking my car in today for them to figure out why the air bag light won't turn off. I also went out early in the cold and dark to clean out the car - get all the papers out of it (I tend to get my mail and drop any junk mail in the car, where it piles up) and moved all my field stuff (long sleeved shirt, Ivy Block, dbh tape, plant identification books) to

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-55140936083617921322011-12-06T10:07:00.000-06:002011-12-06T10:07:53.521-06:00

Yup, I've already had a couple. What kills me is, if this request had been made in, say, the fourth week of the semester, I'd be all "Sure...let's line up some tutoring and why don't you come to my office hours every week, and also be sure you can answer the questions at the end of every chapter we cover." But now, all I can do is shake my head sadly and say, "Sorry, no." (Really, I think a

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-45592044867632631932011-12-06T07:04:00.011-06:002011-12-06T07:04:00.365-06:00

This is a photo grabbed yesterday morning before I took the cookies over to work. The plateful was mostly-demolished by yesterday afternoon. We have 10 faculty in the department, but several of those are (still fairly) young guys with fast metabolisms, so stuff like cookies gets eaten fairly fast. Luckily I saved a few of each out in a tin at home for myself, so I could eat them at my leisure.

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-29759156509567472782011-12-05T10:47:00.000-06:002011-12-05T10:47:13.207-06:00

One nice thing about exam week is more free time to work on research. I'm finally getting to this fall's samples from the soil-invertebrate collection. So far, not much - the drought seems to be affecting the population sizes, which is totally unsurprising. There's this, though: On a festive red background. (I use a piece of red cellophane over the lighted stage of the microscope: it increases

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-43423594277727297862011-12-05T07:51:00.003-06:002011-12-05T08:02:10.842-06:00

Yup, it's snowing just a bit. Of course, the pavements are too warm for it to stick to them. (I don't give any exams today, so I'm spared the phone calls about "do we have school today?" "What do I do if I think it's too hazardous to come in to campus?" (And that one coming from a dorm-dweller...) My furnace was throwing a code at me this morning; it wouldn't kick on. I groaned inwardly and

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-55714447618315573072011-12-04T15:57:00.029-06:002011-12-04T15:57:00.210-06:00

I mentioned this the other day. This is a type of ornament I've made over the years, modifying the original instructions (as I said, I think they were from one of the Better Homes and Gardens craft publications) as I went. Also, Susan Waggoner's "Have Yourself a Very Vintage Christmas" lists these as a "quick craft" in her chapter on the 1930s. The original description of these had them made on

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-18546320049275624102011-12-03T17:09:00.000-06:002011-12-03T17:09:31.864-06:00

Tat, never made pain d'epices but I have seen recipes. One recipe I do want to try this winter - but will have to "translate" (it's from a British book and has the amounts in mL rather than in cups) is for Lebkuchen, which is sort of similar. I have a recipe elsewhere for "pan lebkuchen" (made like bar cookies) but it doesn't look as appealing, and they recommend cutting up candied cherries to

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-45642557661968900112011-12-03T08:47:00.000-06:002011-12-03T08:47:29.164-06:00

I cleaned my house up yesterday afternoon, especially the kitchen and dining room. (I even cleared the dining room table enough to put out my Christmas tablecloth - it's one I made from a fabric with a design of pink poinsettias and pale holly leaves. It's subtle enough I could probably leave it on through January.) So my house is clean now, which feels good. I even washed the throw rugs. This

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-89300547240417330932011-12-02T10:31:00.001-06:002011-12-02T12:24:38.640-06:00

(I promise. I am really trying really hard not to have this blog wind up being ALL PONIES ALL THE TIME but it's the end of the semester and looking at pony pictures is my stress-reliever of choice right now. And I think this is awesome, cool, and radical, because I was a teen in the 1980s:) see more My Little Brony Even though I am a firm supporter of FLUTTERSHY IS THE BEST PONY, I think I

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-73603590105840828662011-12-02T07:29:00.003-06:002011-12-02T07:53:38.940-06:00

This is the last day of classes for the semester (I still have exams to give and grade next week, but in the Gen Ed class the exam is an all-machine-graded and one of the other faculty is even going to do the curving of it, so I'm pretty much off the hook for that one). On the agenda this afternoon: clean up my house. (I had thought of running down to Sherman just for a fun afternoon, but meh,

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-91788670633451009942011-12-01T10:09:00.001-06:002011-12-01T10:09:54.590-06:00

From Failblog's "WIN" This would be very easy to make, and I think it would be a wonderful "gag" gift or stocking-stuffer sort of thing, especially for Oklahomans after this fall: see more WIN - Epic Win Photos and Videos

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-37373313885901208082011-12-01T09:46:00.002-06:002011-12-01T09:46:11.733-06:00

This is pretty funny, but like a lot of things, it's funny partly because there's truth to it: Geek Dad presents the Five Greatest Toys of All Time. Personally, I still enjoy playing with #3, especially if it's made out of wool, and I can have a couple of #1s to use with it. And I like #5 so much that I teach an entire class on it...

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-48484341250201240432011-12-01T07:32:00.007-06:002011-12-01T07:32:00.762-06:00

I had wanted to do a lab involving duckweed this fall. The problem was...the local duckweed sources had dried up because of the drought, and the one that still had water in it, the duckweed was way out in the middle of the stream, and the day I was out there, I didn't feel up to wading in after it. (Also, it was in one of the not-so-great parts of town, and I could hear dogs barking and wasn't

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-25701308444300963352011-11-30T12:49:00.001-06:002011-11-30T12:51:21.849-06:00

Years and years ago, I got a book from the library called "Victorian Christmas Crafts." I LOVED that book. Not just for the ideas in it, but for the drawings and writing and general sense of coziness. Then I moved away, and when I went back to that library one Christmas some years later, the book was gone. Probably purged, probably sold in a book sale. I was sad. I was thinking of that book

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-23777330477490324552011-11-30T08:24:00.000-06:002011-11-30T08:24:52.857-06:00

My knitting mojo is back (which for me, mainly consists of a DESIRE to knit; I know some people who refer to their knitting mojo as being able to execute a patter successfully or choose a yarn that works with the pattern - failing in those seem to be problems I rarely have). Also, apparently my piano mojo is back; I had a good lesson yesterday and worked through some timing problems I was having

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-31694384908925305142011-11-29T11:50:00.000-06:002011-11-29T11:50:06.356-06:00

I need to get a new color cartridge for my inkjet printer at home, but as soon as I do, I'm going to print off these ornaments and maybe mount them on cardboard or foam and "laminate" them with clear Con-Tact paper. Or! Make a garland with them threaded onto ribbon... Because they're too cute. (Fluttershy as "Ghost of Christmas Past"? Squee. Now I can imagine a whole Ponified "A Christmas Carol,

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-26893324694844168822011-11-29T09:36:00.001-06:002011-11-29T09:43:26.645-06:00

...but it feels kind of like it. I taught my last lecture class (a very fast run through of virus reproduction and biotechnology, and I HOPE I hit the points that will be on the common final) this morning. In ecology, the students are giving their presentations, so while I have to listen and grade, I don't have to talk. And in biostats, tomorrow is review and Friday is project-discussion day (

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-32902774530032033412011-11-28T15:52:00.001-06:002011-11-28T16:09:12.043-06:00

Because I came back in to campus to check to see if the four papers that were due at 11 and didn't get handed in had finally come in. (They hadn't) And because I'm procrastinating going back home and reading the last five papers, and then going through all 20 of them again to put comments on them and correct all the awful grammar mistakes. (Some of which I am sure are simply the effect of haste.

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-9755706912262205552011-11-27T16:53:00.000-06:002011-11-27T16:53:44.369-06:00

Thanksgiving break is far too short for those of us with some distance to travel. (But I think staying home - and I'm far too independent/not-wanting-to-be-a-bother to at all hint to any of my friends or colleagues that I'd want an invitation to dinner....I'd probably wind up making soup or something and just staying home and watching old movies). But I do continue to travel, even though the

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-56915989707789541362011-11-22T09:31:00.000-06:002011-11-22T09:31:19.772-06:00

I don't even know what Rainn Wilson's politics generally are, so I can't say whether I would agree with him in general or not, but I like this statement that he tweeted: "Here's what's wrong with our culture. In the press there are more articles about "Black Friday" than about Thanksgiving." (A nod to Charles Hill for retweeting that) Yup. (And I realize, in some circles, Thanksgiving is now

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-82152420323559979952011-11-22T07:22:00.001-06:002011-11-22T07:25:04.026-06:00

They're really hyping Black Friday this year. (It is called that, allegedly, because it is - or at least used to be* - the day when stores went from red to black, in accounting speak: when they turned a profit) (*More likely, I think, it's a leftover from the days when shopping wasn't a hobby, and things like kids ONLY getting toys at Christmas was the norm. I'd be surprised today if stores

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-22129240995737074782011-11-21T18:42:00.000-06:002011-11-21T18:42:31.836-06:00

I got ALMOST everything done on my list today (including grading the hugacious biostats take-home exam, and grading an ecology exam). And I bought gas, and got money, and I packed...I have just a few things to toss in my "carry on" (well, both bags are carry ons, you can't check bags at Mineola, but the one I'm calling the "carry on" has my pyjamas and dopp kit and books and knitting and goes

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-55689465056424969092011-11-21T07:15:00.000-06:002011-11-21T07:15:24.144-06:00

I wound up taking the weekend (mostly) off, partly because after last week I was really tired. (And now, I have the to-do list from Hades to show for it. But I've already completed 2 things on it, and have four mostly-completed. And two of the things on the list are to gas up my car and go to the bank). I finished the gift-hat Saturday afternoon (picture to come later) and started on the version

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-58877939232757039282011-11-19T07:32:00.000-06:002011-11-19T07:32:34.735-06:00

Last night was the Advent Workshop (for children) at church. This was the event for which I was making the Chrismon templates. The plan was that the "Chrismon station" would be there for the older kids while the younger kids did simpler crafts. The oldest of the kids (high school) didn't show, but I started out with a group of middle schoolers. I have to admit I was apprehensive because when

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-50515000037057536342011-11-18T08:50:00.000-06:002011-11-18T08:50:25.037-06:00

...but what the heck. File this under the "ways in which I am a bit of a nutcase" heading. Last night, when I got done with everything I "had" to do (some grading, my piano practice, dinner), I sat down to watch television for a few minutes. But first, for some reason, I went and got the little amigurumis of Fluttershy and Derpy Hooves and sat with one tucked up under each arm while I watched.

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-48831450358045433662011-11-18T07:24:00.000-06:002011-11-18T07:24:26.810-06:00

That's what remain until I get on a train to go for a few days to see my family. The break will be VERY welcome. Even the long train trip, because that means I can sit in my quiet little compartment and just read. (Fluttershy may be my favorite Pony, but I'm probably most like Twilight Sparkle.) I'm going to bring that Numbers: the Language of Science book that I'm reading on. Because it's

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-84502357926621057582011-11-17T07:42:00.001-06:002011-11-17T07:42:29.382-06:00

I did get to drink a REALLY BIG GLASS OF COLD MILK with my carry out barbecue last night and not have to worry about whether or not I'd have enough for breakfast.

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That's what I have to learn to do. That good enough IS good enough. I realized this yesterday afternoon, in the time between my two labs, I ran over to Print Shop and got the Chrismon patterns copied to the heaviest cardstock they could run through the copier. (Total cost to me: $1.40. My time, even five minutes of it, is worth more than that now). But I looked at them as I was walking back to

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-15303024070052061332011-11-16T10:12:00.001-06:002011-11-16T10:12:04.958-06:00

I know, lots of people really hate this font, but this might be a valid use of it: And that's how I feel today. I've had a sinus/borderline migraine headache for going on 4 days now, and my brain feels like it's full of cotton. (Or polyester fiberfill, like my little Derpy pony)

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-75675556668338759492011-11-16T07:29:00.000-06:002011-11-16T07:29:48.110-06:00

Well, stuff has a way of taking turns, I guess. Yesterday, after I posted, I decided I should find and print out Chrismon patterns. I found them, made a file (one of the church groups that does them helpfully posts .jpegs of the outlines of the patterns). My computer shut itself down TWICE during the printing. (I think it was where the powercord/transformer box thing was - it was probably

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-74473839452030017382011-11-15T16:26:00.000-06:002011-11-15T16:26:47.424-06:00

I managed to get home a little earlier than I anticipated today, so here are the Derpy pix. One thing I realized: it's difficult to make something INTENTIONALLY asymmetric. Her eyes are supposed to be crossed and kind of uneven, and that's hard to do, after always otherwise trying to get things as even as possible. You find yourself (Well, *I* find myself) wanting to pose this pony in comical

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-13045563458826292762011-11-15T07:46:00.000-06:002011-11-15T07:46:01.706-06:00

I really want to post some Derpy pictures for you, after pushing to get her finished Sunday night. (There comes a point on a project where you kind of reach a fever-pitch of "I'm so close to having this done" and you push on even though you're tired...my hands paid for it yesterday, even with the ergonomic hooks I should not crochet for that long at any one time). But my life is going crazy

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-53708890981845909342011-11-14T14:29:00.000-06:002011-11-14T14:29:07.278-06:00

Yeah, I'm good for six more months now, tooth-wise. (My checkup was today). I think the reason dental checkups are so fraught* for me is that they include a lot of things that I dislike - that trigger things that bother me or cause a lowgrade fear response. (I'm not quite neurologically atypical enough to run screaming from the room or refuse to open my mouth for the dentist, but neither am I

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-7066544562770098012011-11-13T16:24:00.000-06:002011-11-13T16:24:36.290-06:00

I never photographed the second (Christmas-present) Toasty Twisty scarf after I finished it: That's it all rolled up. I think that's going to be how I will wrap it - it's always a bit of a challenge with knitted gifts to wrap them in a way that doesn't give away what they are too much. I like how it turned out. I think my mom will like it, too. One of the nice things about the Lion Brand "

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-55651464548919798022011-11-11T13:43:00.000-06:002011-11-11T13:43:08.866-06:00

The meetings were here, on my campus this year. (Otherwise, I might not have considered presenting, might have concluded "it's not a finished study yet"). But I did, and I'm glad I did. It went pretty well. I finished up in my 12 minutes, and as it turned out, the person after me was ill and could not speak, so there was ample time for questions. The only questions I got were "I have a similar

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-74236448869933422582011-11-10T11:17:00.000-06:002011-11-10T11:17:39.415-06:00

I know when it is, now. (Derp. The program was online as a .pdf file. I didn't know that right away. I don't tend to think of those things. Also, when I was a section chair, I e-mailed the people speaking and told them their times - because there was still a chance to shuffle things around if someone went "But that time will NEVER WORK FOR ME! That is the WORST POSSIBLE TIME EVER!" Of course, my

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-86296776036072971052011-11-10T07:50:00.000-06:002011-11-10T07:50:11.135-06:00

Every year, my piano teacher has her students (Well, at least the ones who celebrate Christmas - and we're a small group, so I think all or most of us do) pick out Christmas music to learn. She has a small party where we eat food, play our pieces, and do a sing-along. I'll miss it this year because I'll be traveling already, but she still had me pick some stuff out to learn anyway. I have a

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-83506933354722411672011-11-09T15:24:00.002-06:002011-11-09T15:24:39.700-06:00

Yes, I know, I have a five-year-old's sense of humor when it comes to these meme things, but I do love them. And this is one that I know AT LEAST ONE of my regular readers/regular commenters will appreciate:

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1. When I get out of bed at 4:30 am to do my workout (leaving enough time to wash, dress, pack my lunch, eat breakfast, and squeeze in 20 minutes of piano practice), it is not helpful to me to calculate how many hours it will be before I have some free time/can get back into bed. (17 for today). 2. It's really discouraging, while working out, to go over the exam you wrote yesterday in your mind

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-69793488374917452492011-11-08T10:35:00.000-06:002011-11-08T10:35:46.423-06:00

This is my favorite time of year. It's finally cooler (yes, I like cool/cold weather. And yes, I prefer standard time to DST. You are free to disagree with me on that). And in two weeks from now I will be gearing up to travel home for Thanksgiving. And then starts the flurry of holiday preparations. It's funny, when you are a Christian who tries to be thoughtful about it - there's kind of a

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-4681790220961452352011-11-08T09:41:00.000-06:002011-11-08T09:41:25.336-06:00

Because I have stuff I need to do but am procrastinating. First off: the soil profile. Yeah, the A layer is mixed organic and mineral material, the B layer probably contains more clay. And the circular needles thing - it's hard to immediately see the exact size on a needle. I mean, I can tell a 2 mm from a 4 mm but in the 3.5 mm/3.75 mm/4.0 mm/4.5 mm range (which are typical sizes you'd use for

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(If it were a sheep, it would have to be "Baa ha ha" but I'm not sure what noise alpacas make) I wouldn't have known about this if Charles had not linked it. It's a site, called "(expletive deleted) Yeah, Knitting Alpaca." It's one of those meme things (I know, the cool kids are tired of them now, but I've never aspired to coolness. Heh....I would not be convicted in the Court of Coolness that

fillyjonknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299605.post-62275916294527944272011-11-07T15:50:00.000-06:002011-11-07T15:50:17.043-06:00

Making a new Ravelry ravatar, and this is how I have to do it, can't seem to directly download off Flickr.

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I finished the Fluttershy amigurumi today. (Earthquake report at the bottom of the post, and dangit, yes, a yellow pegasus amigurumi is more important to me than an earthquake I barely felt) I think this has to be one of the finest "critters" I have ever made. She looks very, very much like the cartoon Fluttershy only translated into 3-D (and, well, crochet.) I am completely overjoyed with how

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