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Moving right along…. January 28, 2008

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No, I’m not dead. Yes, I know it’s been a while. Yes, I know how to pick up a phone…have you been talking to my mother? She could call me once in a while, you know….

*ahem*

Aaaaanyway, I’m really just here to announce that I’m moving. The blog, that is.

Now that I’m co-blogging my fiberish-related things with the fabelaktig group over at House of Wool Repute (when I have any that aren’t super-seecrud projects), there isn’t much reason to post here as well and be redundant and repetitive. Also, I know this is hard to believe but I have one or two other interests besides knitting (okay, try to get hold of yourselves — the fainting couch is to the left and I believe there are smelling salts around here somewhere) that I’d like to spend more time writing about without worrying that The Knitterz will come after me.

So…the new places:

For knitterly things (I’d like to pretend there will be other fibery things involved, but I’m a one-craft girl right now): houseofwoolrepute.com

For Otherly things (including politics, culture and stuff that you’re not supposed to talk about at the dinner table but I was raised by wolves and we talked about all sorts of things at the dinner table*): storyvalue.com

So, you know, move your bookmarks and all accordingly. The archive here isn’t going anywhere (for a while, anyway) in case I hate the my own domain thing and because I’m busy and lazy and the new semester is about to start (there’s always an academia-related excuse for everything; I love it).

See you in the new digs!

*oooh, I think I have a new About Page slogan!

Not Dead Yet. December 16, 2007

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I meant that title in the Monty Python sense, but take it as you will.

Things are a bit dusty around here (story of my life), but I’m hoping to be back soon with my barely-started projects and boring social issues. I’m now co-blogging with a bunch of fabulous fiber fans over at House of Wool Repute, so there’s a very good chance this blog will be not so much about teh knittingz and more about teh other stuffz. We shall see.

In the meantime, I leave you with a little bit of Mame, because I’m a Cultural Catholic (which is a fancy way of saying sometimes you can’t subtract the Catholic in its entirety from the Italian Catholic) and the lyrics fit how I’m feeling right now. (Except the snow part.  Snow, we got.  Also, oh how I wish there was a version of Angela singing it from the stage show, but this will do.)

(This was shot at a concert celebrating the end of the Broadway stagehands strike, so I’m even incorporating boring social issues. Go, me!)

I would have posted sooner, but… May 8, 2007

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…my parents sent me and my siblings off to stay with this Professer dude and I got stuck in an armoire with some happy woodland creatures….

No? Would you believe…I was minding my own business in my tiny bedroom under the stairs when an owl arrived…?

How about a wicked witch with some bright red shoes? Would you believe a wicked witch?*

Well, clearly I need to read more non-fiction. And maybe less 900-page novels. (It’s an excellent book; just know that if you get your copy from the library you will be reading nothing else for quite a while if you want to finish it without accruing a ginormous fine.)

Anyway, I promised my dear LauraLauraLaura more pink, so here we have my Big Pink scarf. This is made out of the Blue Sky Alpaca that my co-worker gifted me with a while back and I couldn’t figure out what else to do with. (My apologies to anyone who hoped I’d end up sending it to them. I needed a new scarf.)

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My one teeny-tiny problem with making things like the Big Pink Scarf, however? Well, maybe this will give you an idea:

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GREAT BIG KNITTING NEEDLES…teeny little girly hands. Ow.

But I was strong. I persevered. My neck was cold.

(Bear with me on the winterwear — did I mention the owl and the armoire?)

Meanwhile, this is one of the superseekrid projects I was working on and much more in my physical range:

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A couple of months ago a friend of mine did a very brave thing. I won’t get into the details here because it’s not my story, but suffice it to say that it was a Very Big Deal and she kicked ass and took names and all is very well right now. Well, she’s a big Firefly fan, so I made her a Jayne hat to recognize her heroism (also, there’s no knitwear associated with Captain Tightpants, so there you go). And if much of that paragraph means nothing to you, go forth and watch, my pretties.

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Isn’t it fabulously unattractive? That’s part of its charm. (Oh, and the lovely Pam came up with this particular version of the pattern, but you should not hold the fabulous unattractiveness against her. She did a great job of reverse-engineering.)

That’s all for now, my pretties — next time I’ll tell you all about how people sent me stuff for no particular reason recently and show it to you. I think there’s a camera somewhere in this armoire.

*If you know what tv show I’m referencing here and tell me in the comments and are the first one to do so I will send you something nice.** Well, something that I’ll pretend I think is nice and you’ll pretend to also think it’s nice in order to be polite but secretly you’ll talk about my bad taste behind my back. And call me paranoid.

**”Something nice” will probably be yarn but there used to be some non-knitters who read this blog (though I think perhaps I’ve driven them away with all the yarny posts) and I’m trying to be inclusive n’ stuff.***

***Inclusive N’ Stuff would be a good name for a store, but I don’t know exactly what you’d sell there. Maybe it would be a better name for, like, a community center or something.

One of these things is not like the other. December 7, 2006

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As I continue to be sidelined by a job where they actually expect me to work, and the plague (plague, sinus infection — tomayto, tomahto), and trying to come up with new and clever text messages to send Monkee, and the blogpost-eating interweb, today is Choose Your Own Blogventure Day here at StoryValue. Enjoy!

Choice one: Who says feminists aren’t funny? (Alternate title: You can take the woman out of the women’s studies program, but you can’t make her shut up.)

Choice two: Holidaze Meme ganked from the loverly Peri:

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They call it Filler, Filler…. November 3, 2006

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Oh, hello.

Yes, I know it’s a little dusty around here. Work has been super crazy busy with extra crazy on top, so at not-work I’m only capable of writing about a paragraph at a time. I suppose that would make an interesting series of blogposts, but it could also get confusing (especially if I didn’t post them in order… I wonder if there’s a National Make Other People’s Life More Surreal Day….).

Anyhow, in lieu of a real post:

48 Things You Could Care Less About

  • 1. First name? marymac (well, Marypossiblynotmac). Technically hyphenated, but I smooshed the two names together in, like, kindergarten when I got tired of people calling me “Mary”.
    2. Were you named after anyone? My father and his mother always assumed I was named in part after her because her first name was Maria, but my mother insists that they’re just saints’ names.
    3. When did you last cry? Wednesday.
    4. Do you like your handwriting? Everyone I knew was obsessed with their handwriting from about sixth through ninth grade. That’s probably the last time mine I cared about it in terms of more than basic legibility.
    5. What is your favorite lunchmeat? Prosciutto made by my uncle.
    6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I don’t know where I would meet me, but probably.
    7. Do you have a journal? Many, many journals.
    8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yup.
    9. Would you bungee jump? No. I might be convinced to jump out of an airplane, however. (I have done a high ropes course and some rock climbing. Not afraid of the heights.)
    10. What is your favorite cereal? Banana Nut Crunch.
    11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Not unless they’re tied very, very tightly.
    12. Do you think you’re strong? Depends on the context.
    13. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Banana. (With walnut smoosh-ins. From Herrell’s.)
    14. Shoe size? US Women’s 10
    15. Red or pink? Both, but more red.
    16. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I’m a Big Meanie.
    17. Who do you miss the most? My grandma.
    18. What color pants, shirt and shoes are you wearing? Red shirt, blue jeans, brown shoes.
    19. Do you want everyone to send this back to you? 42!
    20. Last thing you ate? A sandwich.
    21. What are you listening to right now? Co-workers talking about Excel. …I mean, nothing! Birds!
    22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Burnt Sienna.
    23. Favorite smell? Lilacs
    24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Don’t remember.
    25. The first thing you notice about people you are attracted to? Eyes.
    26. Do you like the person you stole this from? Yes!
    27. Favorite drink? Shirley Temple. With extra maraschino cherries.
    28. Favorite sport? Baseball. Though my obsession with World Cup soccer last summer makes it a close second.
    29. Eye color? Buh-rown.
    30. Hat size? Dunno.
    31. Do you wear contacts? No. Tried them and hated them.
    32. Favorite food? It would be cruel to have to choose one over another.
    33. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy. (Honestly, I kind of prefer “realistic” — definitely not scary, though.)
    34. 42! (There was no question here. I know not why.)
    35. Summer or winter? Fall and spring, baby.
    36. Hugs or kisses? Depends on who’s doing the hugging and/or kissing. I come from a Kiss Hello people, so I’m very good at the airkissing.
    37. Favorite dessert? Cheesecake
    38. Who is most likely to respond? 42!
    39. Least likely to respond? 42!
    40. What books are you reading? Case Histories by Kate Atkinson. Little Children by Tom Perrotta is next, I think.
    41. What’s on your mouse pad? Can’t remember the last time I used a mousepad.
    42. What did you watch last night on TV? Ugly Betty and the first five minutes of Grey’s Anatomy.
    43. Favorite sounds? Waves hitting the shore.
    44. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
    45. The furthest you’ve been from home? Italy.
    46. What is your special talent? Thinking too much.
    47. Where were you born? Bridgeport
    48. Who sent this to you? I stole it from Theresa.
  • Underwire, Part I October 16, 2006

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    Note from The Management: Due to a combination of some kind of plague being a little under the weather, work that actually requires…working, and (mostly) a lazy streak a mile wide, posts here at Story Value are about a week behind. If you’re looking for my pictures of Yarner’s Adventures at WEBS, you’ll have to come back in a couple of days and put up with what’s here in the meantime. If you must have some current news, visit Shetha and say hello to Mister Gabriel, who just arrived last week. (I know he’s cute, but please try to make your way back here eventually.)

    We now return you to your regularly scheduled rant.

    At some point when I was a student at Hippie College, I learned about my mother’s breast cancer. Of course, by the time I found out about it Mom had been cancer-free for five or six years already. When she was diagnosed and all through her treatment (a lymphectomy followed by radiation) my father told my brother and me vague things about cysts that needed to be removed. We were eleven and fourteen at the time.* Mom just went along with him — even now she still refers to “when I had my operation” instead of using the c-word, because talking about that sort of thing is Just Not Done.**

    Anyway, the truth finally slipped out one day while I was on the phone from college begging for money from Dad. “Oh, that was when Mom had breast cancer,” he said casually. As if this was old news. Turned out, he and Mom and pretty much everyone else in the family had decided that my brother and I were too young to know/understand what was really going on when Mom was sick, so they just didn’t tell us.

    I was fortunate in that I was young and healthy when I learned the truth and I’ve been able to make sure my doctors know that I have a first-degree relative who’s a breast cancer survivor so we can all be aware of things that might increase my risk (for instance, some studies have shown that oral contraceptives can increase your risk of breast cancer, others show no connection — these things are good to know).

    You may already know that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month in the US, and as someone who was unaware for longer than I’m happy about, I am certainly a proponent of awareness. So I could tell you all about doing regular breast self-exams (BSEs) (warning: boobies in that link), and where to get a free “shower card” (meaning you hang it on your shower head to remind you) with BSE instructions. I could help you find a way to donate money to the cause by clicking, by shopping, by more shopping, or by…. well, this is getting kind of silly, now.

    Here’s what I think: It’s important to pay attention to your body, and if doing a breast self-exam is the only way you’re gonna pay attention to what’s happening to your boobage, then by all means do it. But no less an authority than breast cancer researcher Dr. Susan Love says that “getting acquainted with your breasts” is the most important thing, whether or not you perform a formal BSE in the shower on the appointed day every month. There’s also some question on whether mammograms are useful in women under 50 (I know you’re all spring chickens out there, but if you have a first-degree relative [like, say, your mom] who had breast cancer, they do encourage you to begin having mammograms when you’re ten years younger than she was when diagnosed).

    And then there’s the shopping.

    I’m all for solidarity. If you want to wear a pink ribbon or have one tattooed on your forehead or decorate your rec room with them, you should absolutely do it. But as the “bad girls of breast cancer” over at Breast Cancer Action say, Think Before You Pink. How much money from that pink or pink-beribboned Thingamahoozis you’re buying is actually going to fight breast cancer? For that $400 Dyson, it’s $40. And 3M’s swell pink sticky note campaign? In 2004 they spent $500,000 on it — and donated a total of $300,000 to the cause. Cui bono***, as the lawyers say — who benefits — the researchers or the corporation?

    If you want a pink vacuum cleaner, you should have a pink vacuum cleaner. If you want to help prevent and cure breast cancer, write a check, donate your time, make something people can use. Urge researchers to look at environmental factors. Support survivors, and remember those who didn’t survive. Get angry, and kick some ass.

    More in Part II, In Which We Put Our Money Where Our Mouth Is.

    *Yes, a fourteen-year-old should probably have been able to figure out what was going on, but would you go looking for a possibly fatal disease if you didn’t have to? This was BG (Before Google), so one believed what one was told or one did hours of research at the library.

    **She uses it for other people, too: so-and-so’s husband had “an operation” (prostate cancer); my aunt had “the operation” (breast cancer)….

    ***As if the world needed any further evidence that I am acquainted with entirely too many lawyers.

    Continued Hiatus September 7, 2006

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    So….my phone line at home isn’t working (honestly, if this stuff wasn’t happening to me, I wouldn’t believe it either). And working at Acme University means that things are very busy at the office right now. This means no real update until Saturday at the earliest.

    But just imagine how exciting it will be around here then! (It won’t; I’m totally lying. Isn’t anticipation fun, though?)

    In the meantime, I’m sure I can find something that will keep you entertained….

    Um… Snood? Blogroll? Spam the phone company for me? (Okay, don’t do the last one — I want them to actually show up. On Saturday. Three days after I first called to complain about the whole no dial tone thing. Phooey.)

    Temporarily Sidelined… September 3, 2006

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    I didn’t mean to disappear, but Life got in the way this week.  (Memo to People Who Take Other People’s Stuff: You Suck.)  I’m taking a couple of days away from Life this Labor Day weekend, but I promise to be back to the grindstone soon.  Perhaps even with pictures, if I can remedy the unwillingly-separated-from-my-camera situation relatively quickly.

    In the meantime, you should visit Theresa’s blog.  She took the summer off to hang out by the pool, but she’s back now.  And Laura won The Amazing Lace Challenge #6!  Yay, Laura!  Yay, Other People’s Blogs to Distract You With!

    Where was I? August 23, 2006

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    The book review is coming. I’ve been… busy… Um… Reading other books. And Skypeing! I’ve been Skypeing!*

    Hey, you want it to read better than this entry, don’t you?

    Anyway, to keep you entertained in the meantime, Story Value presents a One-Act Play in One Act.

    Scene: Yesterday Morning. Marymac is leaving her apartment to go to work.

    Me: (Unlocks door, opens it, it won’t open all the way) ??

    Me: (Closes door, examines it, opens it again. It still won’t open all the way.) ?!

    Me: (Opens and closes the door quickly several times, trying to dislodge whatever is… lodged. Still won’t open all the way.) #$%^&^%!!!!**

    Me: (Closes door, realizes that security chain on door is still latched, undoes chain, opens door all the way) *sigh*

    Me: (Emerges into foyer, grateful that neighbors weren’t around to see The Great 8:AM Door Battle.) *sheepish look*

    And…scene!

    Perhaps I need to go to bed earlier.

    *Except I kind of hate Skypeing, because it hates dial-up and there’s all this lag and I turn into Creepy Listener Person on conference calls, anyhow.

    **This is pronounced phonetically, obviously. Also, I may have said it more than once.