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I rule! I skipped the month
of March. Ahem. And by rule, I mean, boy have I been busy, and then on top of
that my computer and the school dial-up service may or may not be getting
along. Or maybe it’s just itunes which hates my
internet connection. Sometimes the computer works, sometimes it freezes
pretty much constantly. I’ve just started using Opera instead of Explorer in
the hopes that it will solve the problem. I don’t really want to wipe the
computer and start over, but I might have to if it doesn’t stop freaking out. I think it’s pretty
telling that one year ago in February was when my excessive posting ended and
my sloooow decline to a monthly update status
began. So let’s just say I was celebrating by taking the entire month of
March off, and by doing that I’ve stopped the
decline and will once again find this a fruitful space full of interesting
observations and stories. Absolutely. How about some news? To celebrate the leap
year Michelle and I threw our housewarming/leap year party. It was great. We
made leap year resolutions, which are especially hard because you have to
keep them for 4 years. I made two: 1. to be really good to my plants. And
that includes Michelle’s plants. And 2. to be more
timely in my correspondence. I started a correspondence journal and started
writing letters. I love getting mail, and I know other people do too. Also, to celebrate the
new leap year I cut all of my hair off. I’d been growing it for quite some
time and it was falling to halfway down my back. It was beautiful (if I do say
so myself) but it was also incredibly hard work. I’d been growing it out for
locks of love, and decided that Leap Year was the time to get rid of it all!
A photomontage of my new hairdo, if you please? (did
you know photomontage was one word? Thank you MSWord!) I think the cut makes
me look very much younger than I used to.
The month of March was
pretty much a blur of: working hard at school, working hard at work, running out
of money, finding out my tax refund will be of a very pleasant size, making
gooey chocolate cakes and eating them all up, planning baby shower gifts for
my stepsister and not starting on them, having a nice spring break and seeing
old friends, reading 6 months of back Martha Stewart Living magazines,
washing windows and enjoying it because the weather was so pleasant. Spring makes me want to
adopt good habits. I’ve started working on schoolwork much earlier than
usual, reading books from the library, and knitting while I watch tv. It’s good for me. I’m planning for the Summer of Fun.
I’m planting things in old yogurt containers with holes poked in the bottom.
I’ve got my worm bin bought, and when the Tax Refund of Financial Security
comes in I’ll buy some worms to stick in there and eat up my leftovers.
Michelle and I are excited to pull together a little seating area on our back
porch (currently a big cracked and heaved concrete slab) with chairs and a
little table made out of a wire spool, and I can’t wait to have cultured
summer living with cocktails on the back porch and a little charcoal grill
making yummy simple food. I want to buy Capri pants and high heeled flipflops, and I need to start sewing my apron collection
for my hot summer accessory of choice. I guerilla planted some meadow flowers
down the side of our driveway to see if the very old seeds would still grow.
I write postcards to my nephew almost regularly. And the big news is that I’m
staying at school until December thanks to a very generous grant and some
research to work on. So the CSA that we’ve joined was the absolute right
decision, and I feel like once those vegetables start coming in my entire
world will change for the better. And it’s pretty good already, so that will
be even more Wonderful. You see? Summer of Fun, on its way! (in
case you’re interested, I’ve updated the knitting page in crafts. Springtime
good habits abound around here. Mahvelous.) |
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So
sometimes I do a little internet stalking, you know, trying to keep tabs on
my name and where it’s getting. It’s a morbid kind of fascination, to plug
your real name or your internet alias or a nickname into a search engine and
see what comes out. There’s some records with my real name up on the interweb from different schools I’ve attended, or jobs
I’ve worked at, and there’s a couple of searches that lead you here. Someone
keeps finding my site by searching for “pixelicious!”
But you know, my handspring flaked out hardcore just
when I started to think about taking more pictures. And even though the
mister gave me his handspring, which he apparently not taking full advantage
of in its wonderfulness, well, I just haven’t gotten out the eyecam. So sorry, pixelicious-searching-dude.
I don’t have what you’re looking for. Maybe one day I’ll be pixelicious again, but now, well, I’m just not. And
apparently, if you do a msn search for k a r i I'm number 316. sweet. Another
weird thing! Person who looked through 316 webpages
before you found mine, was I who you were looking for? So
last entry I raved about fontifier.com. I just found out they’re CHARGING.
Man. I just snuck in on the tail end of that free service! I didn’t pay for
my font, and now that they’re charging I’m not going to go beef up my old
one. I’ll just stick with it as it is, and write everything VERY LARGE in
points greater than 26. I
started cutting out the orange felt for my sparkly skirt. I am having a hard time,
because while I do have a nice a-line skirt to follow it’s kind of tough
getting the felt to hang the way I want it to. Plus, when I pin it together
inside out and slip it on the pinned edges stick straight out and it’s hard
to see what it looks like. I’m excited about it anyway, though, because it’s
going to be nice and stiff and I’ve got some snap tape to fasten it with.
It’ll be really cool if I ever get it cut right. I saw a classmate wearing a
very sweet skirt that changed every preconception I had about what I was
going to make out of the orange felt: her skirt was longer, non-orange, and
had the coolest pockets I’ve ever seen. I might have to try to make up the
orange skirt like that. February is turning out to be a very busy month. I wanted to clean out one box/bag/flat surface in my room each week but I haven’t done that for quite some time. It’s a shame, really. I have so many good intentions and instead I’m going to musical concerts and field trips to brownfield sites and having out of town guests and looking forward to parties and fun at the end of the month. And now I’m working very late on some homework, and I have an interview tomorrow. Because, you know, I’m graduating. In May. And my new motto is non-student loan debt free in 2005! So I actually have to get a steady source of income, and you know, practice my trade. |
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Some
vignettes, to keep you busy while I keep on with the good work (and by good
work I mean my edumacation): A Haiku for a fine fellow: Who’s
the host with the most? It’s John, who will set out fresh towels for you. *
Story from the streets of It’s
very very icy here. It snowed and snowed and
snowed, and then it melted and rained and melted and snowed and melted. So
where there was once 8 or so inches of snow there is
now a slippery wet slab of ice. And we didn’t have a shovel, so our walk is a
slippery wet slab of ice. Today
it was weird and warm and rainy and snowy and melty.
And, Michelle just bought a shovel. So I thought I’d take advantage of my
late morning today and hit the steps, shoveling them off so the ice would
really vanish by tonight. I opened the front door and thought “I didn’t THINK
it had snowed that much…” and then UpstairsNeighbor
spoke to me from the sidewalk, asking me not to shovel the
from steps or the walk because snow would be better to walk on than
ice and in fact she had just tossed all that new snow onto the steps.
Goodness! Now, we’ve kind of had this conversation before, and I kind of
didn’t know what to say. But when I got home tonight and the steps were icy
and treacherous I went ahead and shoveled half of them and left a note
essentially saying that with my bad knee and ankle I need a flatter slippery
surface to walk on and if she’d like I would only shovel half the steps. *
Another story from my street: there might be a water leak under it. There was
a river going down the hill. It’s winter, and *
An email I got recently: “I
just searched in Google for apartment in nyc tiger and found karinajean.com ranked 26. I have a
related website about Real Estate - General that's purely informational (so
I'm NOT a competitor of yours) and I'd like to link to your site. It
sounds cool, no? But I did a google search and I
got nothing. Not even number 36 was me. Wouldn’t it be neat if I were
affiliated with nyc tigers in apartments? Sorry to
disappoint, kids. I’m not. Incidentally,
I did a google search for karinajean
and my pataki letter popped up. Not the journal entry, but
the actual letter file. I wonder how those crazy websearching
robots find this stuff? *
Stories that aren’t mine from the streets of The
Mister tells me of some weird things going on downtown in the big apple. As
in: the man who pulls up, pulls a stack of boxes out of his car and waits.
Someone leaves the building and gets into his car and drives away without
saying a word. Dude checks the gun he’s carrying in his pocket, picks up his
stack of boxes, and enters the building. Or
how about the fellow the Mister was chatting with outside who suddenly walks
away, embraces a woman, and then leaves the plaza in an opposite direction
from her? I
sat in his plaza once. I read a little book, took my shoe off and fixed my
ankle brace. Not so weird apparently. *
I’ve been knitting the Misters xmas present and
it’s going very well once I get a chance to sit down and knit. I also have
made tremendous use of my yarn ball winder and the yarn swift my mom gave me
over xmas. It makes a huge difference, before I’d
hang the skein of yarn around my neck and wind loops off, throw them on the
floor with some semblance of order, and then stop and turn the yarn ball
crank. It worked but took forEVER. The swift is an
incredible quality of life addition to my fiber arts. Mmm, that’s all. I have some homework to do. It’s
Fun! Glamorous! Exciting! At least it ought to be when I’m done and I can
tell stories about how I walked uphill both ways to school drop off my math
homework. But
before I go, I love fontifier. |
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and also, -04. |