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Ball of Yarn!

I love when my ball of yarn, getting smaller and smaller in the course of knitting something, transitions from an orderly orb into a small pile of yarn.

“Continuum” by Robert Carr. I read this book because the library recomendation email noted that it was about a mathmatician. Neat, I thought to myself. But then what was actually interesting about the book was that the first part took place in communist Romania of the 1960s and 70s. I’ve never been there before so I liked all the details about living in this closed-off country. However, the plot isn’t strong enough to make me want to keep reading once the characters leave Romania in the second part. Also there are really clunky flashback transitions, and monologues (characters slipped into monologue occasionally) were stiff and bloated– saying things outloud that should have been left to exposition if the details were needed at all. There were mathy bits that I read through at first but started skipping at the end because I didn’t think I’d need the details given to get through the plot, and I was right.

I came home one day to hear radio playing really loud from one of the apartments on my floor. It turned out that it was from the apartment next to mine as the was talk radio seeping through my south-side wall. My only complaint was that it was muffled and I couldn’t make out what the radio people were going on about. I don’t usually listen to talk radio, but the way they were yelling it must have been something interesting.

On another day, he (my neighbor) was playing the hits of the eighties. “Sunglasses at night” and “Cruel Summer”. I like these songs OK but hoped he’s play some Zeppelin as I thought it might sound neat coming through the wall.

I should say that in two years living here I’ve never heard a peep from that direction. I though that the man who lives there had moved. I heard some really loud yelling, too, and thought that a disfunctional family had moved in. I was a little apprehensive about that.

A while later I saw my neighbour as he was getting on to the elevator. He hadn’t moved. He apologized for playing his radio so loud. He’d been having ear trouble and hadn’t realized how loud the radio was. I said it wasn’t a problem, that I’d wondered what was going on since I’d never heard a sound from him before. I don’t think he heard me.

Work Days.

Mondays: Mondays are never good. Unless your flex day falls on Mondays, but mine never have.

Tuesdays: Every other Tuesday payday statements for the end of the week come out, so that’s fun to look up. Also this is when the Fairway flier comes out.

Wednesday: is flier day for Thrify’s and Market on Yates. Therefore, “Flier Day” and something to get up out of bed for. I look them up online instead of searching for/purchasing a newspaper. The fliers would be the only part I want anyway.

Thursday: Every three weeks this is my Friday. These days are good. The others are not.

Firdays: Every three weeks I get Friday off for my flex day. These days are good. The others are not.

I don’t work on the other days.

I saw a guy talking to himself.

“That guy is talking to himself,” I said to myself.

Hi.

The book “The Ask and the Answer” has raised some questions in my head. Or at least comments, if they aren’t actually questions. The first is that I don’t know if the book was really good or if I was too caffienated, but I stayed up into the wees finishing it the other night. It is a page-turning adventure. What kept me turning those pages was that I was wondering how the characters were going to get themselves out of their problems: it’s a young adult book, so the teenage heros should be working their way out of their problems independent of adult help. The thing is, though, they didn’t do this. The whole book they are dealing with hopeless situations, and at the end of the book, things are still hopeless. “Arrrrg!” I said, since the next book in the series is not out yet. While it seems that the characters are making progress, they spent the most of the book being yanked around by adult antagonists. Mostly the teenagers just solve the problem of realizing that this is happening, that the adults are using them to get what they want, so I guess there is a little of that YA spirit, but mostly, the story is more reflective of ‘real life’ teenagers, who are often not actually in control of their own lives, still dependant on adults. I hope the characters get to grow into actually solving the problems of the plot in the next book or I shall be vexed, as I have just read two books showing me that they are capable of it.

Lindsie’s review of Harry Potter (the latest one) in IMAX: Fun and all but only a couple of shots that really take advantage of the size of the screen. Most of the movie, therefore, is just really huge talking faces! But I had fun because mum and dad came down to watch and we went for dinner beforehand. Oh! And I also have a pattern for the hat that Hermione wears in the snowy scenes that I’m going to make. Another distracted movie reiveiw by Lindsie!

I don’t like how Old Navy has been using the term “cardie” in their ads. Now when I use that term, as I do, others will think that I am mimicing Old Navy. For the record I am mimicing that scene from “Notting Hill” where Hugh Grant’s sister says that Hugh’s shop assistant has a “nice cardie”. I like Hugh Grant’s sister in that movie. So zany. My dad calls Hugh Grant “dirtbag” and Julia Roberts “horseface” so “Notting Hill is one of his favorite movies to disrupt whenever anyone is watching it.

I got a new cardie last week at H&M in Vancouver. I love it but haven’t been able to wear it until today because I didn’t want to wear it while I was sick. I’m still sickly today but I wore it anyway to see if it would make me feel better. I think it did. I felt quite smart in it: smart like “Notting Hill” not like Old Navy.

There are tiny birds just outside my apartment making a lot of noise. It’s tiny, chirpy noise but noise anyway. There are a lot of them. I’m frightened… Ok, it just suddenly and completely stopped and I’m back to just the sound of traffic. Ho hum.

I have the sidiest of side parts today. It just appeared after brushing my hair this morning. I secured it in place with a little no-frizz and 2 clips.

I had a tea this afternoon so I hope that it doesn’t keep me awake tonight.

Holy mo what a boring day.

Kimberly used to make roasted pumpkin seeds at halloween. I would say Oh no, I don’t like them I’d say when she offered some to me; I would then proceed to eat them all. I want some now. I was thinking about this because there was pumpkin-carving at work today and the spare pumpkins are just over there, on sale for $2 each. What would I possibly want with a pumpkin, I asked myself… Oh yeah…