Jim watched the Bears play football;
I made some slippers.
I figure we need a non-contentious interlude. We have the big tv. Everyone comes over here to watch football. I think the game is boring, so I make these. Take my word that the brightness is an illusion cause by the autoscale feature in the software. (That said, the use of patterned yarn is due to family members saying they get a kick out of gaudy slippers. )
I also made 1 1/2 pair as we drove back and forth to Andersenville, the Swedish neighborhood in Chicago where we eat pancakes with Lingonberries during cold snaps. My father-in-law also gets a yen for Swedish stuff around Christmas. (No we did not buy Lutefisk.)
Happy Holidays (defined here as St. Lucia’s day to Epiphany! )
As naughty problems come untied,
She lied.
Too bad I can’t tat.
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Wow, did you make those slippers during one football game? Amazing. Very nice looking too….shall be great holiday gifts I bet. I am from New Mexico and visited Chicago in early Dec this year…I don’t think I’ve ever been as cold. So, I had to look in on the game last night just imagining how darn cold that must have been…and out there on the field, amongst others, was my fellow New Mexican (Chi # 54) in short sleaves! Guess the years of midwest living has rubbed off on him.
Thanks for the blog, I enjoy it very much and truly love the way you present your ideas/data/arguments and keep a relatively cool head (well, I guess living in Chicago helps iwth the latter).
Steve
I didn’t make them all of during only one game.
Sadly, we now experience Thursday night football, Saturday football, Sunday football and Monday football. If I didn’t drink, talk, fix food, transfer laundry from the dryer to the washing machine etc. it would take about 45 minutes to make a pair. So, of course, a pair takes 2 hours to make. 🙂
They are crocheted which is faster than knitting.
Hi Lucia
Merry Christmas.
On RealClimate it was book review time.
I was really impressed with the one-upmanship accomplished by the renowned climate scientist and RealClimate contributor David Archer.
Now our carbon sins will not only result in dire consequences a 100 years from now, but etch a permanent impact on the earth’s climate fro 100,000 years. The burden of guilt placed on the carbon emitting populace behavior has become unbearable.
http://www.realclimate.org/index.php/archives/2008/01/our-books/#Archer09
But, wait….”Archer argues that it is still not too late to avert dangerous climate change–if humans can find a way to cooperate as never before.”
So do the right thing to avert 100 millenia of suffering by our descendants.
Wow
Anne
Anne– I did a quick look at Amazon.com Oddly, Andy Revkin wrote a book with the exact same title. I did a quick check, and it looks like skeptics books tend to sell better. I just googled to see what shows on top. The politically incorrect guide comes up first, Fred Singer’s book comes up second. The Amazon ranks are higher.
I wonder if the greater sales for those books is that there are so many of the other type? Anyway, odd.
For Global Cooling
Lucia knits colored footsies.
No hiding in those!
And look… i have red ones for the warmers and blue ones for the coolers. (My mother-in-law must be 100% cooler, because the size 4 slippers for her feet are 100% blue.)
Lucia,
How dare you infer that red slippers are to be interpretted as “warmer” than blue slippers. It is clear that the IPCC (International Panel on Crochet Colors) shows nowhere in their glossary that any temperture “fingerprint” can be assigned by means of color of yarn.
This is just “silly” and further proof that comments on crocheting should be left to RC (RealCrocheters).
Lance–
The red slippers are too hotter than the blue ones. The red ones are for me. I am hot Ergo, my slippers are hot. QED.
Ok…that contained numerous mistatements. The truth is:
1) The red slippers are for a friend who fell down and broke her leg. They are too big for me.
2) I am not hot. I used to be hot, but age and gravity have reduced my level of hotness.
3) The reason I need slippers is my feet are cold. Clearly, I am not even entirely warm.
But I will be happy to debate whether the “pattern” is the whole slipper or if there is also a “pattern” in the yarn color!
Lucia,
Interesting use of progressive disclosure; your post showed html code but no pics of socks. I was puzzled when I began reading comments about your artwork Then, when I scrolled back to your post, I found the pics of your slippers and understood the other comments.
BTW, when I returned later to your blog, your post still displays html to first-time or return visitors. Maybe it is only my computer.
hmcard–
I think you may have been on the homepage: http://rankexploits.com/musings/
Later you clicked to the individual article. The homepage only shows a snippets. I need to modify the plugin that does some odd things to the post on the homepage. It does weird things when I use captions.
Lucia,
No, I came to your blog from Anthony’s WUWT blogroll.
hmcard– Yes. You saw the “index” page first. I never look at it… Now that youmention it, I should change things. It looks unwelcoming and is dissimilar to most other people’s.
I’ll change that now. 🙂
Lucia,
I just entered you blog from WUWT and it everything was ok. BTW, I received an eml from Rank Exploits as a follow-up to your prodding them.
Red slippers are best
Pizza, wine in da house
No stain shows on toes
“transfer laundry from the dryer to the washing machine etc”
Seems like a rather inefficient way of doing it. You mathematicians, pah!
Andy… I’m afraid I have sometimes transferred laundry from the dryer to the washing machine. I have a cat who misbehaves, and sometimes, after drying I realize the laundry still has a certain “eau de chat”. I put it back in the washing machine, adding detergent and borax.
A Nocturnall Upon St. Lucies Day
John Donne
Being The Shortest Day
’Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,
Lucies, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes,
The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
The worlds whole sap is sunke:
The generall balme th’ hydroptique earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr’d; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compar’d with mee, who am their Epitaph.
Study me then, you who shall lovers bee
At the next world, that is, at the next Spring:
For I am every dead thing,
In whom love wrought new Alchimie.
For his art did expresse
A quintessence even from nothingnesse,
From dull privations, and leane emptinesse:
He ruin’d mee, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darknesse, death—things which are not.
All others, from all things, draw all that’s good,
Life, soule, forme, spirit, whence they beeing have;
I, by loves limbecke, am the grave
Of all, that’s nothing. Oft a flood
Have wee two wept, and so
Drownd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow
To be two Chaosses, when we did show
Care to ought else; and often absences
Withdrew our soules, and made us carcasses.
But I am by her death—which word wrongs her—
Of the first nothing, the Elixer grown;
Were I a man, that I were one,
I needs must know; I should preferre,
If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love; All, all some properties invest;
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew.
You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne
At this time to the Goat is runne
To fetch new lust, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all;
Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall,
Let mee prepare towards her, and let mee call
This houre her Vigill, and her Eve, since this
Bothe the yeares, and the dayes deep midnight is.
Your name day was the subject of a very great, if not very cheerful, poem.