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From American Thinker, we have this little gem: "Altruism at the point of a gun." I'll give you the salient points, but it really reads better from Mr. Moran's own voice.
"…a workable, fair, and reasonable mandatory service requirement for all able young people could be developed, and how such a requirement could be implemented in a manner that would strengthen the social fabric of the Nation…."
"Section 120 of the bill also discusses the 'Youth Engagement Zone Program' and states that 'service learning' will be 'a mandatory part of the curriculum in all of the secondary schools served by the local educational agency.' "
What we have here is nothing less than altruism at the point of a gun. Fine thing we're teaching our kids -- that government can compel you to do "good."
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…this will mean nothing to you. Feel free to click out and ignore. Otherwise, read on.
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…and yea, I bloggeth.
"The idea is Dora for more girls," said [the spokesperson].
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I got some secondhand advice that perhaps I might want to post more often.
Well, in between looking for a full-time job, working the part-time job, freelancing, keeping up with my house and raising a five-year old, I kind of ran out of time. And this week, the freelancing has particularly sopped up my time. To the point where I really don't want to stare at the screen anymore than I have to. I only blinked four times on Friday that I know of.
So let's run the usual categories:
politix:
I've been following this story on and off and generally have to shake my head at what I read. Why this is happening only illustrates the ignorance that I kept commenting on before the election. That so many people chose to ignore. 'Cause that wasn't important. He was going to bring change, and that was better than anything with a cherry on top. Well, it's changing, all right. I'm not going to waste time and breath on a diatribe when Yorkie did it all for me so well. You can read it from her perspective here.
friends:
Carly and I went to Iron Chef last week. We talked until the waiters were going to throw us out and had a grand time, along with some great sushi. She's busy with a new job and everything involved in getting married soon, so we likely won't have time to get together again for a while. Go on over and send her well wishes!
I was away this weekend, spending time with Bananie and her family in Williamsburg. The annual trip. Nasty wet rainy weather all weekend. We made the best of it.
After meeting for lunch, it was decided that we would take the kids and do some reconnaissance for work. Mine, of course. I don't think Bananie's job much cares what yarn she uses. I got a nice pattern book full of stuff for HSH that I hadn't seen before, and a ball of sock yarn in a brand we're considering to test out. We then called the guys and headed back to the hotel for check in and the opportunity to drop the kids in the pool.
Well. The hotel was full of tweenies with, apparently, a lack of credible chaperones. Why they were there was beyond me but there it was, and we resolved not to let that spoil the trip. It did, however, make for a crowded swimming pool and after a half-hour of running interference or getting kicked in the back by oversugared little schmucks with absolutely no manners nor respect for others* we called it short and went up to get ready for beer dinner. Which was a simple trip to a local burger joint; we were tired and just wanted something to eat.
The kids made sitting, sipping wine and knitting nigh on impossible -- they were overtired and overstimulated and just ready to crash, so we called it a night and attempted to sleep. You know, with doors open and slamming and feet running up and down hallways and kids yelling down hallways for each other and whatnot. No, I didn't sleep well. What makes you say that?
Honestly, though, I don't sleep well in strange places. If it had been stone silent I wouldn't have slept, either, so I shouldn't be blaming the kids for everything. And I don't. I don't blame the hotel, either. With that many kids (and the place at capacity), it was impossible to cordon them off, I'm sure. I blame the chaperones/parents/zookeepers for losing control.
The hotel was really nice. New, clean, well-designed, with amazing staff. Really. If you ever need a place in Williamsburg to stay let me know and I'll hook you up.
Breakfast dawned wet, cold, and drippy, but we made a day of it anyway. (Click to embiggen.)
I totally recommend the restaurant we ate breakfast in. Tiny, might have to wait for a table, and a limited menu, but you won't care. They do breakfast and lunch and it's good. Eat there. HSH got to pet the shop kitty, who is quite honestly the most tolerant cat I've ever met.
knitting
Um, well, you see the sock up there. It's about ready for a heel. The shop sample is currently in the black hole of knitting, at 10.5" from the armhole and only 5.5" more to go… so they say… but I'm convinced that the tape measure lies. I cast on for the second mitt for HSH and have been working on potential washrag patterns for the shop. Yeah, as the rookie I was volunteered to do the square of the month. Thanks, Jennifer. Thanks bunches.
So yeah, I'm busy.
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*Honestly. I've never wanted a kid to slip and crack their head open on a slick pool deck so badly in my life. If my kid ever behaves like this on any future school field trip, please tell me so that I can plan to kick her ass myself.
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Open the windows.
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So what IS the deal? Why IS He dissing the foreign press? Hmm?
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and yea, the god of irony looked down and smiled.
The east coast got wrapped in a major snowstorm this weekend. We had all the news loonies running amok, declaring it the storm of the season. In some places, I guess it was. The western part of the state got half a foot. We got a lot of rain, but only an inch or so of snow. Still, it's a "major winter storm," according to the local news gerbils. What bothers me is that the temperature is below freezing, and all that rain is now below freezing, and you know where I'm going with this. Yeah. The commute is going to suck tomorrow. I think that's why all the local school administrators ran scared and practically ripped down the wallpaper in their haste to close the schools.
Of course, the nasty weather didn't shut down the moonbats, who gathered in Washington in the middle of a snowstorm to protest – three guesses, first two don't count – that's right, kids. Global warming. Heh. Hee. phthptptphtpttpptptbwahahahahahaahahaha…
I'm sorry… hee hee… I can't do this with a straight face… *snort* … hee heeheee
Best part of the whole article for me was the last few paragraphs:
In a press release supporting the protest, Greenpeace wrote that "coal is the country's biggest source of global warming pollution" and that "burning coal cuts short at least 24,000 lives in the U.S. annually."
On a blustery, frigid day, it might be worth noting the government's own stark numbers: pneumonia kills twice as many each year.
Yet crowds don't gather in protest of pneumonia! No one waves signs and screams "down with pneumococcus!" Nutcases. Bugger that.
This film hasn't gotten play in the mainstream press and little wonder why. It's long, but if you've got an hour to watch teevee, watch this instead. It's very interesting.
in other news…
The new issue of Twist Collective is up and it's really nice. Angela Hahn and Marnie McLean have put out some lovely stuff, and I like the socks from Chrissy Gardiner and Kristi Schueler, too. I like the construction of Kat Coyle's jacket, too; and Mari Muinonen always does cool stuff. I'm going to marinate a little while before I actually buy anything, though.
The new Knotions is live, too, but nothing really tickled me this issue. Kind of like the spring Interweave. I was kind of underwhelmed. The only thing that remotely sparked my interest was the Rubina tee for HSH, but the lack of any schematic or final dimensions for sizing makes me totally not want to knit it. I mean, "Sizing: 4 (5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) years." WTF? What does that mean? My five-year old is not your average five-year old, size-wise. What size should I knit? Oh, that's right, there's no chest measurement! So sure, I could figure my gauge – assuming I get gauge – and then do all the math and arrive at the right dimensions, I guess. Maybe that's what the designer's getting at. I don't know. And I don't really care. I've got other things to knit. I just see it as sloppy editing – every other sweater has a chest measurement and schematic to go by. I need those visual guides. Especially if I might need to make major changes to the garment. Granted, the editrix probably didn't get that from the designer, and the designer likely doesn't "do" that sort of thing.
stop yer bellyaching. it's free.
Yes, it is. And so am I. To look for a pattern that gives me what I need. I'd rather pay for a well-written pattern that gives me the information to use as a baseline in fitting the garment to the individual than download a free one that won't give you the tools you need to reproduce what drew you in the first place. Bah… you get what you pay for.
and what have you given us lately?
I give you this:
Details:
Pattern: Miralda's Triangular Shawl, from Knitted Lace of Estonia by Nancy Bush.
Yarn: Lotus Aura in Catch Hell Blues.
Needles: Addi Turbo US6
Notes: It blocked out a smidge bigger than the book's finished dimensions, but I expect it will relax back. It has a decent wingspan. And I got some decent pictures.
And look! Nupps!
and finally…
HSH got her hair cut. She's pleased. I'm pleased. That's all that matters. She kept looking in the mirror at the salon, saying, "I can see!"
I can see her face now. That's much better.
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