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hey, al gore, you still rule! congrats on the nobel peace prize! love ya!

The anti-Baudelaires

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No. I cannot give up. I am not a quitter. I am a winner. Winners never quit, and quitters never win. Quitters also never have any goddamn socks!

Sock toe

I frogged the purple Baudelaires because I was sick of being defeated by them. They were socks! I normally finish a pair of transit socks in like 4 weeks. 6 if I’m lazy. I’d been working on these SINCE JUNE. Okay, they did spend a lot of time in the Naughty WIPs Basket, but still, what with all the ripping back, I had knit at least three socks. And was faced with knitting at least another one and a half. They had to be stopped or I was never going to knit another sock again. So I frogged them, balled the yarn up nicely, stuck the ball bands (which of course I saved) in them, put the yarn in the bin, picked out some new sock yarn to start knitting on… cast on for another toe-up with my 2.5mm needles… and, yesterday, faced with a finished toe, despite my earnest and defiant intent to start with a plain, ordinary, no-frills stockinette and ribbing sock…

STARTED THE BAUDELAIRE PATTERN AGAIN.

I have decided to call these socks the Anti-Baudelaires. They have stripey yarn, which will be too busy for the lace. I haven’t looked at the pattern once. I haven’t even tried on the toe yet. There’s a tiny hole in the toe where one of my bar increases was weird, and I’m not fucking ripping back. I’m patching it up when I weave in the ends, and to hell with detail. I WILL PERSEVERE, AND I WILL HAVE THESE SOCKS IF IT KILLS ME. And what’s more, I’ll have them before Thanksgiving. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!

this morning, i’m coming east down jackson street, and i notice, blocks ahead, a white sign floating out over the street — looking like something that’d been tethered to a building, perhaps the building next to the CBOT building, but had broken loose of its bottom tethers. the wind is blowing it around pretty well, and all i can read of it is:

ORES
STRUCTI

so, naturally, i figure this is some sort of ad banner for some sort of new construction condo building downtown — of which there are countless numbers at this point in time — and so i resume looking around for the source of the emergency sirens i could hear behind us.

we get a little closer to the building and notice that it appears that two people dressed in black are scaling (or rappelling down) the front of the CBOT building, with the enormous white sign, which we can now read a little more of:

AINFOREST
ESTRUCTION

and i say, well, you know, these guys are pretty generous, it’s nice to be a philanthropist when you make stacks of cash, but i don’t know that the building would really be sponsoring a giant sign on the front of the building about saving rainforests, so that seems a little odd. meanwhile, there are sirens around us everywhere but still can’t find them.

then we’re at the front door and i run inside and think no further on this (other than idly wondering, inside, why the hell there are still so many sirens), until around 0900 when i run down the hall to fetch coffee and blair mentions something about the rainforest protest, and suddenly everything clicks.

tribune:

Police this morning arrested two protesters on the Chicago Board of Trade building in the Loop and were trying to get two others off its roof.

The demonstrators, members of the Rainforest Action Network, climbed up the side of the CBOT building at Jackson and Wells Streets at the start of the day’s trading and unfurled a 50-foot banner protesting the expansion of U.S. agricultural businesses.

man, some days it really pays to pay a little more attention to details, you know? i totally could have moblogged that!

my buddy bill doesn’t have a blog and therefore cannot post his own squee, but this really needs to be squeed about. he ran the chicago marathon yesterday, and finished in 4:06:52. dude, four straight hours of running! how is that not completely freaking amazing? first marathon, too!

i’m going to feel way less badass next time i spend 50 minutes on my elliptical, i tell you what. :)

way to go, bill!!!!!

ew.

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Dear Cubs Fans:

This is seriously fucked up.

No love,
–sabrina.