Breathing Room! Blogfest!
First, to business:
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Pittsburgh Blogfest!
WHAT: Pittsburgh Blogfest 4
WHEN: Wednesday, November 9, 5:30 - 9:30 pm and later
WHERE: Finnegan's Wake (near PNC Park, 20 General Robinson St., North Shore, 412-325-2601), in the Pub Room
WHO: You
AND: Creating Text(iles), Grabass, My Brilliant Mistakes, Inner Bitch, many more!
If you're planning to join us, please email blogfest (at) closkey.com.
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If you're keeping a blog in Pittsburgh or one of its environs, do come join us. We eat, we drink, we talk, we laugh, we discuss our blogs, we discuss Pittsburgh. There won't be another chance to get together before January, we think, so do come check in.
Somebody might even be knitting, maybe even me, though Vanessa's been doing very well lately, having actually finished the apparently neverending Harry Potter scarf. I am proud of her. And I'm glad she's got some time now, or will after she finishes up the mittens from hell that she's working on now, because I think that she should be the one to knit an excellent model of DNA (scroll down), on account of she is a techno-geek and I am only a retro-geek.
Now, on to other things.
I'm leaving later this morning for California, for, as I mentioned earlier, the Out There conference, and for the first time this semester I've got a little bit of space. Probably I should take this morning to write three or four blogs, so as to keep from getting behind later. All my classes are ready to go on Monday; I don't have to prep them over the weekend while I'm sitting in my hotel room. I've got some dissertation chapters with me, but other than that I've tried hard to clear the decks, so that I can spend my entire conference time amassing information from my colleagues at other Catholic universities, gathering pamphlets, phone numbers, leaflets, whatever. Taking notes. Writing my report for the campus newspaper. I have to take pictures, too, which will indeed happen, if the force is with me. Which it might not be. See retro-geek reference, above.
I get back on Sunday night (though you'll probably hear from me before then, since I can indeed blog from my hotel room, retro-geek or no), when the child and I will make popcorn balls, using a clever recipe that involves melted marshmallows rather than sugar syrup. I'm not going to be getting sugar skulls done this year, to my grief -- but maybe next year. Just too much going on this year, alas. I've got the child's costume done, however.
The child has gotten so used to no one in the neighborhood knowing who the hell he's representing on Halloween that he's now got obscurity as one of his main goals. This year I made him a kilt, and will be covering him in blue grease paint, not so that he can represent William Wallace, no, no, so that he can represent some drunken Scottish elf-like creature from Terry Pratchett's Hat Full of Sky -- "I can carry an empty whiskey bottle around," the child said, "and that might help people know who I am." "No it wouldn't, and no you can't," I said. Lord.
Last year, when he was Thor, people thought he was a Viking maiden, despite the hammer and the war armor. The year before, when he was Perseus, people thought he was carrying his head around, despite the fact that his head was actually on his shoulders, and the head he was carrying had snakes all over it. This year, before he decided on the drunken Scottish elf, he was thinking about being Loki, which would have confused everybody even more. He's happy with his kilt and his blue paint, this year, though I did warn him that everybody's going to think he's Braveheart.
As to the news about cats: Lila still hasn't started cleaning the kittens and playing with them, though we've got hopes -- last night she talked to them rather than hissing. That's progress. Also, she goes looking for them, apparently cause she likes to get miffed. The kittens, meanwhile, are enjoying their lives no end. They like us, they like the vast kitty toy we call the house, they like Lila, though they don't understand why she won't play with them. Lila's eating well and being cheerful, so we're not worried about her. I'm of the opinion that it's good for her to have something to occupy her time.
And that's all the news that's fit to print. Hope Haloscan fixes the comment function soon -- I miss y'all.
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Pittsburgh Blogfest!
WHAT: Pittsburgh Blogfest 4
WHEN: Wednesday, November 9, 5:30 - 9:30 pm and later
WHERE: Finnegan's Wake (near PNC Park, 20 General Robinson St., North Shore, 412-325-2601), in the Pub Room
WHO: You
AND: Creating Text(iles), Grabass, My Brilliant Mistakes, Inner Bitch, many more!
If you're planning to join us, please email blogfest (at) closkey.com.
************
If you're keeping a blog in Pittsburgh or one of its environs, do come join us. We eat, we drink, we talk, we laugh, we discuss our blogs, we discuss Pittsburgh. There won't be another chance to get together before January, we think, so do come check in.
Somebody might even be knitting, maybe even me, though Vanessa's been doing very well lately, having actually finished the apparently neverending Harry Potter scarf. I am proud of her. And I'm glad she's got some time now, or will after she finishes up the mittens from hell that she's working on now, because I think that she should be the one to knit an excellent model of DNA (scroll down), on account of she is a techno-geek and I am only a retro-geek.
Now, on to other things.
I'm leaving later this morning for California, for, as I mentioned earlier, the Out There conference, and for the first time this semester I've got a little bit of space. Probably I should take this morning to write three or four blogs, so as to keep from getting behind later. All my classes are ready to go on Monday; I don't have to prep them over the weekend while I'm sitting in my hotel room. I've got some dissertation chapters with me, but other than that I've tried hard to clear the decks, so that I can spend my entire conference time amassing information from my colleagues at other Catholic universities, gathering pamphlets, phone numbers, leaflets, whatever. Taking notes. Writing my report for the campus newspaper. I have to take pictures, too, which will indeed happen, if the force is with me. Which it might not be. See retro-geek reference, above.
I get back on Sunday night (though you'll probably hear from me before then, since I can indeed blog from my hotel room, retro-geek or no), when the child and I will make popcorn balls, using a clever recipe that involves melted marshmallows rather than sugar syrup. I'm not going to be getting sugar skulls done this year, to my grief -- but maybe next year. Just too much going on this year, alas. I've got the child's costume done, however.
The child has gotten so used to no one in the neighborhood knowing who the hell he's representing on Halloween that he's now got obscurity as one of his main goals. This year I made him a kilt, and will be covering him in blue grease paint, not so that he can represent William Wallace, no, no, so that he can represent some drunken Scottish elf-like creature from Terry Pratchett's Hat Full of Sky -- "I can carry an empty whiskey bottle around," the child said, "and that might help people know who I am." "No it wouldn't, and no you can't," I said. Lord.
Last year, when he was Thor, people thought he was a Viking maiden, despite the hammer and the war armor. The year before, when he was Perseus, people thought he was carrying his head around, despite the fact that his head was actually on his shoulders, and the head he was carrying had snakes all over it. This year, before he decided on the drunken Scottish elf, he was thinking about being Loki, which would have confused everybody even more. He's happy with his kilt and his blue paint, this year, though I did warn him that everybody's going to think he's Braveheart.
As to the news about cats: Lila still hasn't started cleaning the kittens and playing with them, though we've got hopes -- last night she talked to them rather than hissing. That's progress. Also, she goes looking for them, apparently cause she likes to get miffed. The kittens, meanwhile, are enjoying their lives no end. They like us, they like the vast kitty toy we call the house, they like Lila, though they don't understand why she won't play with them. Lila's eating well and being cheerful, so we're not worried about her. I'm of the opinion that it's good for her to have something to occupy her time.
And that's all the news that's fit to print. Hope Haloscan fixes the comment function soon -- I miss y'all.
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