Saturday, February 28, 2009
We Are Family--Not Many Crooks and Not Many Crazy
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
More Baby Blankets and a Question
Here is my question. If you don't crochet, just skip this odd little discussion. The middle of the blankets done in one big square is wonky--not squared up. I've checked the Internet and see that other blankets made this way have the same appearance. When I first started crocheting, I thought that this happened due to my own error--I didn't understand how to turn the corners on the square (missed reading that part of the directions!)--so my "squares" were actually spirals. Now that I have corrected that error, each round (actually square, in this case) is completed with squared corners before a new round (square) is started, so I don't understand why the center squares look so crooked.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The Librarian as Herpetologist
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Librarian as Travel Agent
Linda, over at the 7MSN Ranch (stands for seven miles south of nowhere), has a great post today about the wonders of Google Earth. She talks about the amazing way Google Earth lets you fly all around the world and swoop down for close up images of almost any place. I've noticed that more and more people are downloading their photos there so that you can feel as though you are driving or walking right through the neighborhood you are exploring.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Going East on the Union Pacific
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Little Womanly Laughter
Frogs in My Formula; I'm a new mom, I have no idea what I'm doing, and I live in Mulletville, CT
Sister Myotis on Thongs. Memphis character actor Steve Swift holds forth on Christian panties
Tales from Labor and Delivery: Stories from a delivery room nurse
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Here are some dishcloths that I just made up as gifts for fellow knitters. You can see how to make them in An Old-Fashioned Project for Frugal Times.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
"An Out-of-Touch Luddite, or Worse, Old"
Monday, February 9, 2009
The White House Agenda, and More
I hope that you have been visiting the newly revised White House website. I wish I could take a look at an archived copy of the site before President Obama took office so that I could compare the old and the new. They say that even before he had taken the oath of office on inauguration day the new version of the website went online.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
A Little More of That West Texas Talk
Friday, February 6, 2009
I've moved a lot in my life, mainly within the United States, except for several years in Canada. It seems like every time I get settled in a new place I have to learn a new language. As much as we often tend to talk like TV newscasters--that "neutral" or midwestern-ish accent--there are still lots of regional variations, thank goodness. Long may they continue!
Different accents are fairly easy to get your ear tuned to, especially when you are surrounded by a particular regional one. Think of a southern drawl, or a Boston "pahk the cah" kind of accent. It may be puzzling or even a little jarring at first, but you will eventually make the adjustment. For instance, when I lived in British Columbia, I was able to work out the word "Chewsday" from its context--as in, "I'll see you next Chewsday (Tuesday)." Believe me, the British Columbians were onto me right away. I would get just a couple of words out before they would nod and say knowingly, "So, you're a Yank, eh?"
But every region still has a number of sayings or expressions that you might not hear elsewhere. West Texas (and let me tell you, the plains of eastern New Mexico are considered a part of West Texas) has plenty of exceptionally delightful ones. I've been making a little collection, which I present to you here. Definitions are at the bottom of the page. A few of them might sound familiar, especially as our former President lived in West Texas.
2. Out of pocket
3. Looks like she's been rode hard and put up wet
4. Gully washer
5. Root hog, or die!
7. This ain't my first rodeo
8. It's so dry the trees are bribin' the dogs
9. All hat and no cattle
10. They ate supper before they said grace
11. They're splittin' the sheets
12. We've howdied but we ain't shook yet
13. You can put your boots in the oven but that don't make them biscuits
1. Whopper-jawed: Crooked--or cattywampus, in some sections of the country
2. Out of pocket: Absent, can't be found--Keys, for instance, can be out of pocket (not necessarily lost, just not immediately findable); although I've heard a person say they've been "out of pocket" after a short absence
3. Looks like she's been rode hard and put up wet: This might describe a haggard-looking female
4. Gully washer: Hard rain
5. Root hog, or die!: Do it yourself, no one else is gonna
6. Djeetyet?: Did you eat yet?
7. This ain't my first rodeo: I've been around a while
8. It's so dry the trees are bribin' the dogs: We could really use some rain
9. All hat and no cattle: All talk and no action
10. They ate supper before they said grace: They are living in sin
11. They're splittin' the sheets: They are getting a divorce
12. We've howdied but we ain't shook yet: We've met briefly but haven't been formally introduced
13. You can put your boots in the oven but that don't make them biscuits: You can say whatever you want about something but that doesn't change what it is
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"A Door is Just an Idea"
I would just watch the pile of words grow and grow, and I would feel more and more lost. Occasionally, Father Michael would stop and (very kindly) say, "Clair, are you getting any of this?" I would have to shake my head and say, once again, "No, Father." And he would invite me to stay after class once more for a bit of coaching that simply never helped. It was like a foreign language to me and I could not find the translation key.
From As Hot As it Was You Ought to Thank Me, by Nanci Kincaid
[When hearing a hard truth]:
Words are funny, the way they come at you full force, then just bounce right off you like bullets off the side of a steel barn. I saw those words coming, I saw the force of them, but they just slapped up against me and bounced away. Words need a place to enter. A lot of people think you got to let words in through your ears, but that’s not so. Words can get in other ways--harder ways. They can come in through your open eyes. You can breathe them in. They can work their way through your sweaty skin like ringworms do. They can enter a wound you are trying to heal up. They can just sit on you like a tick you didn’t know was there, attach themselves to you and sort of suck their way in.
Once words are spoken, then there they are. They don’t just vanish into thin air like some people think. They don’t just disappear. They are like parasites that become part of some larger organism, like a small idea that hooks into all your bigger ideas. Words are as real as anything, which is why speaking lies is so dangerous.
[When the hurricane was coming]:
The thunder was insistent, like door knocking that would not let up. It seemed about making us let something inside--and we didn’t want to. We refused. The early thunder was almost polite, distant and just as comfortable as hearing your name called at suppertime. But the later thunder had lost all patience, given up on convincing us and decided to threaten us, like a maniac who’d knock the door down by banging his head against it if he had to. It made me understand that we don’t always get to decide what we let in and what we keep out. A door is just an idea.