femininity, rant, sci-fi, spinning, Thoughts, TV, Uncategorized

Seven Quick Takes


1. Am I the only person who, when they read sentimental Pinterest lists of what girls want their marriage proposal to be like and the list includes some variation of “he’ll ask my father’s permission”, has an immediate urge to sneak out and elope? In all honesty, what’s with this thing? The Catechism says that although (adult, obviously) children should ask for and respect their parent’s advice on the choice of a spouse, the parents do not have authority to interfere. Besides, I’m not property; I don’t need my future husband to ask my dad to make sure he’s willing to hand me over. I’m thinking this idea is some ill-considered method of showing that you’re a traditionally feminine girl who still thinks obedience is important. I consider myself traditional, but as far as I’m concerned, this custom is at least somewhat opposed to the way the Church treats marriage. The only person whose consent is relevant is mine and his. In fact, the Church discourages the custom of giving away the bride at a wedding. So when/if I marry, my parents’ blessing? Yes. Permission? No.

2. I’ve been preparing for the Tour de fleece by spinning up some unfinished projects and miscellaneous bits of fiber. I’ve done about all I’m going to get done until it starts, I think, so for the next week I’m going to work on knitting projects. I think I can finish the second sock of a pair and a small scarf pre-Tour. Indeed, I just finished a pair of Moody Stockings this morning. It took me just nine days to knit them. That might sound like a long time, but at a fine gauge and interspersed with quite a bit of spinning, it’s very good time for me.

3. One of our toilets overflowed again. This is the second time in two years. So right now there is a very large yellow truck in front of our house. Alas.

4. I’m going to start watching Babylon 5 soon. I got Season One from my best buddy, the public library. I don’t know whether I’m going to like it or not, but I believe Jimmy Akin of apologetics fame watched it, since he has a few posts about it at his blog (do a search), and it’s rated PG so I’m thinking it shouldn’t be too inappropriate. I haven’t watched it yet, though, so don’t take my word for it.

5. We got some really delicious almond butter from Trader Joe’s the other day. I had a tablespoon in my oatmeal with a teeny bit of nutmeg in place of the cinnamon since we were out, a couple drops of vanilla, and some brown sugar as well as the obligatory milk. Yummy! (Note that nutmeg is actually a dangerous hallucinogen in high doses, as in 1-6 whole “nuts”. But then, no one is exactly in danger of consuming that much in a sitting by accident, unless you’re the type to make a batch of luscious nutmeg muffins and then eat them all.

6. I got an Amazon gift card for my birthday recently and I used most of it to buy Super Mario Galaxy. (Don’t tell me I’m stupid, I already know that.) To my dismay, it requires the use of the nunchuk extension, which I loathe. So I guess I’ll have to get better at it before I can really play it…

7. I originally said I had nothing here, but I see Bloglovin’ wants me to put a link up again if I want to claim this new address. So there, Bloglovin’. Take that. (Actually, I really like Bloglovin’, except once in a while it takes weirdly long to update, as in I’ll visit the blog and see they have new posts up several hours before Bloglovin’ puts them up. That doesn’t happen very much, though.)

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Books, Humour, rant, school

Lessons from my Math Book — A Continuing Series

It’s not what you think. This is the important stuff you can find in Saxon’s math books. I’ll be posting periodically with new gems from Advanced Math, Second Edition.

To begin, here is an excellent example.
“Some people take the first letters of the words sine, opposite, hypotenuse; cosine, adjacent, hypotenuse; and tangent, opposite, adjacent to form the expression

Soh      Cah       Toa

and say that it sounds like an American Indian phrase.”

I don’t know where to begin here. This is rich, rich stuff. First take the opening – “Some people”. Who? Are they referring to themselves or others? If others, why is it in here? If themselves, why are they talking in the third person? I’ll try to explain this in a minute. Next, let’s take “soh cah toa”. Does that really sound like an American Indian phrase? Sort of? But… why is that relevant? Who cares? Does that make it easier to remember? “Um… I can’t remember if “sine” means opposite over hypotenuse or opposite over adjacent. But there was this pneumonic… agh, what was it? Oh yeah! It sounded American Indian! It was Soh Cah Toa!”


To continue with the odd use of the third person – my theory is that they’re afraid some hyper-politically-correct person will, for some reason, take offense at saying it sounds like an American Indian phrase, for whatever reason hyper-politically-correct people get offended (that is, for any reason). Thus they have a defense ready mad, and all they need do is say smugly “Hey, we didn’t say that. Some people said that, and we were just quoting them. You can’t get on our backs about that!”

Some more that I just got by opening the book to a random spot:

“The tugboat Gertrude…” Tugboat Gertrude? Does that have an amusing sound to anyone else?

“Wilde Oscar worked frantically for _ hours… Calm Sally began to help…” Wilde Oscar?

I remember a particularly excellent example in my Algebra II book, which, however, is on loan at the moment. It is likely enough that the phrasing will recur in some form in this book, and if I find it I will be sure to relate it to you.

Music, rant

Musical thought of the day

If “everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going”, then why do you feel like you have to tell us that “we’re going down”?

And what does that even mean? Do you even know? Dude. Say what you mean.

(I am doing Camp NaNoWriMo, by the way. Please don’t hit me. Save that for the day that I say that I’m looking forward to school starting.)
(I’m kind of looking forward to school starting. Quick, slap me back into my senses!)

feasts, rant, spinning


Happy late feast of St. Valentine! We’re within the octave of his feast so it counts 🙂 Octaves are wonderful things. Though if I’m not mistaken, the only two that are actually on the calendar right now are those of Easter and Christmas. Alas. Anyways…

Well, last Friday I spent the last of my Christmas gift certificates on four ounces (a lace shawl or pair of socks worth of yarn) of hand-dyed wool. The sheep it came from was a Blue-Faced Leicester, which is colloquially known as BFL. It is a longwool, which means the little wooly hairs that make up the fleece are long. Profound, eh? It is soft, but not as soft as the finest wool, Merino.
Anyways, the exact wool I got is this. Enchanted Knoll Farms BFL in “Fairy Dance”. It arrived today (well, right now it is tomorrow, if that makes sense, which it really doesn’t, but I digress) and is far, far more beautiful than it is in the picture I just linked to. I have taken some pictures of it which I will post tomorrow. All I can say it is that it is the prettiest material I have ever worked with. It’s soft pinks and purples and blues (perhaps a touch of green) all washed through with dreamy grey with spots of fawn brown. It suits its name beautifully.
Indeed, the reason I am up so late is because I spent about forty-five minutes spinning it. I am going to make a laceweight two-ply (translated: very thin yarn made of two strands). I am being careful to preserve the color sequence so that it changes colors as I knit instead of getting the colors all blurred together. Oh, and it is so very soft and fuzzy.

I forgot to mention that I had a little bit left over after buying that wool so I also got this adorable pattern. It looks great for using up scraps! It would be horribly wasteful to actually buy the yarn recommended for it though, as you would have to buy eight colors and each skein is nearly $20.
*begin rant* In my opinion, the amounts of money that are spent on hobbies like this are sometimes bordering on sinful, especially when you think of the great necessity of almsgiving. I’m not immune myself to spending too much on books and knitting things (a fault which I frequently fall into, whenever I come into money), but it’s rather disturbing how obsessed people get with this stuff. As Woody said in Toy Story, “You are a child’s PLAYTHING!” It’s only STUFF, in the end. These things are pleasant, harmless hobbies that sometimes happen to produce lovely gifts and objects for charity. They’re not our be-alls and end-alls. That goes not only for yarn and spinning fiber, but for music/books/clothing/fabric/handwoven linen napkins from Tasmania. *end rant*