Archive for December, 2003

Lifestyle Beverages

Monday, December 15th, 2003

Hello, my name is Swans, and I’m an ultraholic.

It started innocently. I was lured in by the cute 10 ounce cans (“They make my hands look huge!”), won over by the sheer drinkabilty and manageable size, and eventually enthralled by the low-carb opiates. I don’t know what they put in place of the carbohydrates. Electrolytes? Endorphins? Oxycontin? Whatever it is, I’m hooked.

E-Christmas

Friday, December 12th, 2003

I have to be on-top of my Christmas present buying this year, since all present have to be mailed out many days in advance. This means no last-minute, Christmas eve shopping sprees.


I’ve been relying heavily on ol’ Amazon.com this year, simply because they carry everything under the sun and if you spend enough dough, they’ll ship it for free.


Also, Amazon makes it very exciting for those of us who absolutely must receive their purchases a few days before December 25. When you buy a book from Amazon, they’ll give you a estimate on shipping (how long it takes to leave the warehouse) and delivery (how long it takes to get to your house). The exciting part? Once you place an order, these estimates will change, and change often. Like, several times a day. This morning my packages were scheduled to arrive on Dec 18, and this afternoon, well, they might make it here by Dec 21. By Monday, it’s not impossible that my books could be spending Christmas in a holding pen in Louisville, KY.


Thanks Amazon, for keeping it interesting.

E-Christmas

Friday, December 12th, 2003

I have to be on-top of my Christmas present buying this year, since all present have to be mailed out many days in advance. This means no last-minute, Christmas eve shopping sprees.


I’ve been relying heavily on ol’ Amazon.com this year, simply because they carry everything under the sun and if you spend enough dough, they’ll ship it for free.


Also, Amazon makes it very exciting for those of us who absolutely must receive their purchases a few days before December 25. When you buy a book from Amazon, they’ll give you a estimate on shipping (how long it takes to leave the warehouse) and delivery (how long it takes to get to your house). The exciting part? Once you place an order, these estimates will change, and change often. Like, several times a day. This morning my packages were scheduled to arrive on Dec 18, and this afternoon, well, they might make it here by Dec 21. By Monday, it’s not impossible that my books could be spending Christmas in a holding pen in Louisville, KY.


Thanks Amazon, for keeping it interesting.

E-Christmas

Friday, December 12th, 2003

I have to be on-top of my Christmas present buying this year, since all present have to be mailed out many days in advance. This means no last-minute, Christmas eve shopping sprees.


I’ve been relying heavily on ol’ Amazon.com this year, simply because they carry everything under the sun and if you spend enough dough, they’ll ship it for free.


Also, Amazon makes it very exciting for those of us who absolutely must receive their purchases a few days before December 25. When you buy a book from Amazon, they’ll give you a estimate on shipping (how long it takes to leave the warehouse) and delivery (how long it takes to get to your house). The exciting part? Once you place an order, these estimates will change, and change often. Like, several times a day. This morning my packages were scheduled to arrive on Dec 18, and this afternoon, well, they might make it here by Dec 21. By Monday, it’s not impossible that my books could be spending Christmas in a holding pen in Louisville, KY.


Thanks Amazon, for keeping it interesting.

Style Redux

Thursday, December 11th, 2003

Lot’s of people have come to Casa Walsh looking for a knit arm warmer pattern, so I thought I’d do my best to provide one. I’ve never written a pattern, so bear with me.

I modified a mitten pattern, using a nice worsted weight yarn. I cast on 33 stitches on size 5 needles, work in a knit1 purl1 rib for an inch or so. Then I switched to size 7 double-pointed needles and knit in the round. I continually checked the width against my arm, decreasing as needed to match the narrowing of my forearm and wrist. I threw in a few stripes, and when I got to where the thumb hole should be, I knit 10 stitches with a piece of contrasting yarn, continued kniting for 4 more rounds, and bound off loosely. Going back to the thumb hole, I picked up the 10 stitches above and below the contrasting yarn peice with two needles, and yanked out the place-holding yarn, creating a hole. I bound off the picked up stitches with blue yarn, and wove in the loose ends. Arm warmers or long fingerless gloves, you be the judge.

What? You say patterns aren’t written in the first person? Tough.

Style Redux

Thursday, December 11th, 2003

Lot’s of people have come to Casa Walsh looking for a knit arm warmer pattern, so I thought I’d do my best to provide one. I’ve never written a pattern, so bear with me.

I modified a mitten pattern, using a nice worsted weight yarn. I cast on 33 stitches on size 5 needles, work in a knit1 purl1 rib for an inch or so. Then I switched to size 7 double-pointed needles and knit in the round. I continually checked the width against my arm, decreasing as needed to match the narrowing of my forearm and wrist. I threw in a few stripes, and when I got to where the thumb hole should be, I knit 10 stitches with a piece of contrasting yarn, continued kniting for 4 more rounds, and bound off loosely. Going back to the thumb hole, I picked up the 10 stitches above and below the contrasting yarn peice with two needles, and yanked out the place-holding yarn, creating a hole. I bound off the picked up stitches with blue yarn, and wove in the loose ends. Arm warmers or long fingerless gloves, you be the judge.

What? You say patterns aren’t written in the first person? Tough.

Style Redux

Thursday, December 11th, 2003

Lot’s of people have come to Casa Walsh looking for a knit arm warmer pattern, so I thought I’d do my best to provide one. I’ve never written a pattern, so bear with me.

I modified a mitten pattern, using a nice worsted weight yarn. I cast on 33 stitches on size 5 needles, work in a knit1 purl1 rib for an inch or so. Then I switched to size 7 double-pointed needles and knit in the round. I continually checked the width against my arm, decreasing as needed to match the narrowing of my forearm and wrist. I threw in a few stripes, and when I got to where the thumb hole should be, I knit 10 stitches with a piece of contrasting yarn, continued kniting for 4 more rounds, and bound off loosely. Going back to the thumb hole, I picked up the 10 stitches above and below the contrasting yarn peice with two needles, and yanked out the place-holding yarn, creating a hole. I bound off the picked up stitches with blue yarn, and wove in the loose ends. Arm warmers or long fingerless gloves, you be the judge.

What? You say patterns aren’t written in the first person? Tough.

Holidays Away from Home

Wednesday, December 10th, 2003

The last, and only, time I missed an East Coast family Christmas was in 1997. I spent that Christmas at a Maltese airport. Festive. I was adopted by a Sicilian couple whose ferry ride was cancelled by high seas and bad weather. My knowlege of Italian was limited to “thank you”, “you’re welcome”, “how much?” and “I’ll have one of those tasty looking things, please”. They knew a little English, and we didn’t have much of a conversation, but I was greatful for their warmth and concern. And snacks.

Holidays Away from Home

Wednesday, December 10th, 2003

The last, and only, time I missed an East Coast family Christmas was in 1997. I spent that Christmas at a Maltese airport. Festive. I was adopted by a Sicilian couple whose ferry ride was cancelled by high seas and bad weather. My knowlege of Italian was limited to “thank you”, “you’re welcome”, “how much?” and “I’ll have one of those tasty looking things, please”. They knew a little English, and we didn’t have much of a conversation, but I was greatful for their warmth and concern. And snacks.

Holidays Away from Home

Wednesday, December 10th, 2003

The last, and only, time I missed an East Coast family Christmas was in 1997. I spent that Christmas at a Maltese airport. Festive. I was adopted by a Sicilian couple whose ferry ride was cancelled by high seas and bad weather. My knowlege of Italian was limited to “thank you”, “you’re welcome”, “how much?” and “I’ll have one of those tasty looking things, please”. They knew a little English, and we didn’t have much of a conversation, but I was greatful for their warmth and concern. And snacks.