tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55621842008-07-18T09:13:10.201-07:00ZeitgeistSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-37988922842377141242008-07-07T11:42:00.001-07:002008-07-07T12:06:29.900-07:00Looming DeadlinesThe GRE is breathing down my neck, and I ought to have finished my writing sample by now, so of course I spent the weekend playing with fiber!
I finished the quilt top I started at Jessica's sewing bee last weekend:
This is from a kit I got at The Quilting Loft a while back (no way could I match up colors and patterns that well - I'm a bit of a disaster that way). The pattern says it's 52" Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-29726478749455346892008-06-27T11:22:00.000-07:002008-06-27T11:25:57.479-07:00Toddler LogicOn the phone yesterday:
"I had a purple lunch box and I went to college and I drove my car to college and I opened my purple lunch box and it had macaroni and all kinds of food that was in my purple lunch box."
At dinner last night, after standing all his fusili up in a pile of pasta sauce:
"I'm putting candles on the cake. (Singing, hands waving toward face*) Happy birthday to dear mommy, Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-70565860488264394822008-06-16T15:26:00.000-07:002008-06-16T16:42:02.174-07:00Sonnet 130I was just listening (again) to Alan Rickman's recitation of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130, found via the Smart Bitches, and I was struck, as always, by how he can completely make me melt into a puddle for thirteen lines, and then completely lose me when he misreads the last one. Why, Alan? Why did you have to insert an invisible "whom" where no whom ought to be?
My mistress' eyes are nothing like Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-5100847475059124892008-06-16T11:00:00.000-07:002008-06-16T11:04:48.975-07:00Happy BloomsdayJessica has tripped my overactive guilt reflex over the fact that I've never finished a single thing by James Joyce. So, to avoid having to hand my English degree back, I promise to give him another chance.
I'll keep you posted.
*grumble* stupid impenetrable modernists *grumble*Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-44420917401350554382008-06-04T10:48:00.000-07:002008-06-04T10:51:46.977-07:00An Open Letter to Senator ClintonI've submitted the following to Sen. Clinton's website, prompted by her mention last night of wanting to hear from her supporters. I'll be sending a letter to Sen. Obama (or at least his mail-readers) as well, which I will also post here. And, hey, weren't those two incredible speeches last night?
Dear Senator Clinton,
I'm writing in response to your comment last night that you want to hear Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-70561184966642695272008-06-03T11:26:00.000-07:002008-06-03T17:41:22.198-07:00Now That It's Nearly OverLet's talk about the primary. I've spent quite a while Not Blogging about this, and I've had a good long time to stew about it, so bear with me. Part of my reason for Not Blogging is that many of the things I need to say involve real people, not just people-from-the-internet or celebrities politicians, so if you recognize yourself in here, bear in mind that I absolutely adore you personally, Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-86680709394292258642008-06-03T10:47:00.000-07:002008-06-03T10:51:52.161-07:00This is Just an UpdateNot crap, it turns out.
Whew!
It's interesting that I'm having so much trouble judging the quality of my writing this time around; I remember knowing the difference between a good essay and a lousy one when I was an undergrad. I'm not sure whether it's just lack of perspective because I have so much more riding on this (I'll be asking all of these professors for letters of recommendation), or Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-60165870734475704612008-06-03T09:58:00.000-07:002008-06-03T11:47:04.420-07:00TitlesTo my knowledge, Hillary Clinton has not resigned her Senate seat. So why do I keep seeing articles* referring to her as "Mrs. Clinton," hmm?
Regardless of your personal opinion of her, she is a US Senator, and has as much right to the title as any man in the same position. Are we really so mired in the past that the highest position anyone is willing to imagine for a woman is that of wife?
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-47327085162244801962008-05-22T07:48:00.000-07:002008-05-22T08:26:18.719-07:00F*cking NapoleonWhen the boss-man is away, he hands the reins over to Mr. Not-in-My-Management-Chain, who likes to play petty dictator.
Sigh.
It's going to be a very long couple of weeks.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-89396482119126627142008-05-21T10:16:00.000-07:002008-05-21T10:19:30.511-07:00This WeekendHow did I not know about this???
REM and The Cure at Sasquatch
Hello, my childhood, how I've missed you!
I don't get to go, unfortunately. Sometimes responsibility sucks.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-6432958120651016782008-05-18T21:13:00.000-07:002008-05-18T21:15:49.629-07:00This Is Just to SayI have written a paper
on William Carlos Williams
and Kenneth Koch
it may be crap
modernism confuses me
I prefer the nineteenth century
so wild
and so organicSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-11268893439421911242008-02-05T12:28:00.000-08:002008-02-05T12:30:56.947-08:00Caucus TimePretty much exactly what she said.
Sigh. I hate not knowing what to do.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-17070907023892987502008-01-30T15:19:00.000-08:002008-01-30T15:22:29.375-08:00Attention Ralph NaderFuck off.
Seriously, your vanity candidacy and saving-us-from-our-poor-dumb-selves are both completely. Over. Played.
Normal posting will resume someday. Right now, I'm completely overwhelmed with life.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-9292181971812911902007-12-24T16:58:00.000-08:002007-12-24T16:59:03.885-08:00The Terrifying Truth About the UnSpouse"Mommy, he's a blanket monster! He's arrrring us!"Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-64651919890050279332007-12-15T10:29:00.000-08:002007-12-15T10:31:32.374-08:00Topping the Billboard Charts(Overheard while Adam was singing to his shoes. To the tune of "Where is Thumbkin.")
In my shoe I have a chutzpah,
Here it is, here it is!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-67523815084776810512007-11-25T19:51:00.000-08:002007-11-25T19:54:04.532-08:00Help Me, Interwebs!So, I have this brilliant idea for a quilt. But, the thing is, I need fabric scraps with letters. Lots of 'em. Preferable black and white, preferebly printed, not script, needn't be too big. If you have such a beastie lying about, and you feel like giving it a new home, send me an email or leave a comment. Pretty please?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-66362370873281802242007-11-25T17:03:00.001-08:002007-11-25T17:17:23.085-08:00Discerning TasteAdam has discovered the wonder that is Jonathan Coulton. He likes to hold my hands and spin in circles doing the Mr. Fancy Pants dance. When we finish that, he asks me to play the Monkey Song. I plan to try him out on Skullcrusher Mountain next; just the thing for a budding evil genius.
For those of you who've been living under a rock for even longer than I have, Jonathan Coulton writes songsSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-22448343349353449462007-11-23T12:19:00.001-08:002007-11-23T12:27:04.132-08:00What the World Needs NowAdam has been growling out a death metal/hardcore variant of "ha motzi lechem min ha'aretz*, roar, roar, roar!"
I suspect G-d has a far better sense of humor than most people credit him with, and that he finds it as charming as I do.
*The blessing over challahSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-79940374607813556812007-11-09T09:32:00.000-08:002007-11-09T09:36:31.531-08:00Spitting MadMukasey ... torture ... rule of law ... misogyny ... emergency contraception ... idiot judges ...
In lieu of a bunny with a pancake, I give you this:
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-78953686803929298842007-11-07T16:25:00.001-08:002007-11-07T16:25:56.862-08:00OuchI just stuck my finger in my eye.
Screw you guys, I'm going home.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-37098294887532831932007-11-07T10:07:00.000-08:002007-11-07T10:09:45.930-08:00Spam AttackIt looks like I got hit with some serious comment spam a few days ago; I apologize for not catching it sooner. Because of the lousy blogger comment interface, it's going to take forever to delete them all. One. By. One. How irritating.
I've turned on comment moderation to prevent future outbreaks of Moron. Please do continue to comment, and sorry for the extra steps involved.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-37971072329873192742007-11-07T08:28:00.000-08:002007-11-07T10:00:53.442-08:00An Update, Of SortsHello, blog, how've you been? Perhaps I should be changing your name to "Abandonment Issues," then?
I've been keeping mum on the blog, partly because of my regularly-scheduled winter hibernation, but mostly because some Big Stuff is up in the air, and I'm feeling superstitious about talking before it's all a done deal.
On the other hand, I'm a blabbermouth, and I don't want to wait that long.
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-53631911169376791102007-10-13T14:18:00.000-07:002007-10-13T14:38:59.043-07:00DreamsEarly this morning, I dreamed that I was having a conversation about books with Neil Gaiman. He recommended several which, sadly, appear not have been written yet; given that two were by Octavia Butler and one was the final Chronicle of Tintin, I suspect they never will. And that's a shame, because they sounded fascinating.
I was also, for some reason, looking for my pants, in that very Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-87217694450549470672007-09-26T17:22:00.000-07:002007-09-26T17:24:11.416-07:00Grrr...Would someone please record Reaper on channel 11 (CW) tomorrow night from 9-10? We're the last people in the world without a TV-watching device, I know, I know. I won't be able to watch it, and I'm so curious about this show! Pretty please?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-77957028915915419532007-09-24T13:20:00.000-07:002007-09-24T14:23:49.675-07:00Thank YouThank you to everyone who commented on my burglary post, whether here or privately. I really appreciate everyone's support. You've helped me remember that I have wonderful friends, and put everything in perspective.
Really, it could have been so much worse: no one was home at the time, so no one was hurt, and they really didn't take all that much. I won't comment here on what Man-Friend lost,Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com