About Bevin

Requiring tambourines at all attempts at enlightenment since 1997.

One thing I forgot…

I was walking home today after spending some time at Belle Pastry, and as I crossed 110th to get to my apartment an african american guy in an escalade leans out of his window and says to me:

“Hey move that butt that way for me!”

So friggin’ amusing.  People are awesome.

Photos!

I’ve actually finished a knitting project, as simple as it is. I’ve been in love with this Cascade Ecological Wool ever since I started this hat, and I’m already working on a pair of mittens to match. Not sure how those are going to work out, but I think I’ll have to knit it a bit more before I change anything. Before I go further I should show you all a picture of it, don’t you think?

That’s about all I have to say for the moment. I’m off to do other things (like have a snack!). Go hats!

Bah

This blog feels neglected.  At least, if I were this blog I would feel neglected.  I haven’t updated it in quite a long time and frankly I’m just feeling very blaze about the whole thing these days.

For one, Josh reads this blog so I just haven’t been in the mood to post anything really juicy because I don’t want him getting annoyed that I’m vague.  For two, certain people that I won’t name have been reading this blog for awhile and it bothers me, ha.  In the future I’m going to endeavor to write posts that regard things I’m doing, but not how I’m feeling; those will be private entries.   That’s my plan at least.

In other news, the weather has sucked lately, so it’s a perfect time to… bake cookies!  Yum.  I made oatmeal-cinnamon-chocolate chip cookies today, and I have to say that they’re pretty tasty.  I tend to make these all the time, so it was pretty fun making these.  The only thing about this cookie recipe is that the dough needs to be chilled at least 2hrs or overnight, which kind of cuts into my baking groove, heh.

Additionally, I made a new food tonight for dinner.  Actually it was quite easy.

You take ravioli and thaw it out (supposing it was frozen in the first place).  Then you combine 2tbls of milk with one egg in a small bowl, and in another small bowl you put about 3/4c “italian seasoned” breadcrumbs.  Heat up your canola/peanut/etc. oil as you would for frying most foods, and coat the thawed ravioli in the egg-wash, then the bread crumbs, finally adding it to the frying pan.

The recipe called for a cook time of 1min on either side, but I found that they fried pretty darn quickly to a golden-brown color within 10-15sec.  A taste test verified that the inside of the ravioli was not cold, so it didn’t seem to be an issue.  At the same time as all of this in theory you’re heating some marinara sauce to pour over your fried ravioli, which I forgot to do initially.  Top it off with some grated parmesan cheese and you’re good to go.

And boy was it tasty.  Mmm!

Oops!

It looks like people actually read my blog again.  Or at least have the opportunity to.  I hadn’t really thought it through when I linked to it in my Ravelry account.  Of course, a few days ago Wendee (my coworker) and I were talking about Ravelry when she went to check out my page and add me as a friend… it was then that I realized that my rantings should probably be made private on the blog.  I’m a bit paranoid now because of all that talk of people not being hired (or fired even!) because of what they wrote about in their blog.

In any case, that’s it for today’s entry.  I’ll write more soon for sure.

Knowing people sucks.

I’ve decided that I’m a closet introvert, if that makes any sense.  I really don’t like dealing with new people, much as that might seem to not be the case, and unless I know someone really well I’m likely to just be annoyed with them.  See, I just don’t have any patience in the end.  I try to act like I do, but really I’m just plotting ways to avoid seeing these new people.

Fun, huh?

Don’t ask me where this post was going.  I’m not even sure I know.

Please excuse me from thinking up a subject

Do you ever become emotional even though you know you shouldn’t be?  I mean, yes, we all get that way occasionally, but I didn’t really think that it would happen to me today.

Josh is gone for a week and I started my new job on Wednesday.  Today I see that my parents are still hanging around Bellevue when I get off of work so I meet them and we head to Whole Foods to get some dinner.  After dinner we head to Best Buy so my parents can contemplate buying Season 3 of Boston Legal.

In any case, by the time we were all done with that and I was home it was already past 6:30pm and my feet were not happy about it.  I’ve also been gone a lot this week what with working and spending every other night on the island with my parents, so I didn’t have a chance to attack the massive amount of dishes in the sink.  Literally, we were out of silverware, cups, and plates.  It was pretty bad.

So, I check my e-mail and the like and get to washing the dishes, something I wasn’t particularly looking forward to.  But in the end it was a good idea (aside from the obvious reasons) because Josh managed to catch an earlier flight home and I didn’t want him coming home to the petri dish that was our sink.

After those are done I decide to tackle one of the two sweaters I got at the thrift store with Lisa this week… a light blue half acrylic half angora sweater that will make great scarves and hats.  Unfortunately things with this sweater didn’t start out nicely.  Sure it’s slightly felted and I can deal with that, but for some reason one of the chain stitched threads was giving me a very hard time and I eventually put the whole project down to start on some other time.

So far my evening wasn’t the greatest, and do you want to guess what happened next?

I abandon the sweater and grab my laptop to sit on the bed to listen to some podcasts.  I’m doing fine for about half an hour when suddenly I hear something.  I look up, and our wooden bookcase (the one with all of my jars of tea, cookbooks, knitting books, and other random things) is in the process of toppling over, toward the kitchen.

And of course my tea is on the first two shelves, which are the ones that have no problem reaching the hard floor of the kitchen instead of the carpeting throughout the rest of the apartment.

I felt like yelling “four!” or something similar.  It was a fairly surreal moment: I saw the bookcase start to fall and there wasn’t anything I could do about it, so I just watched.

I sat there and thought about what had just happened trying to tell myself that I can be cool, so I get up and to assess the damage.  It looks like at least one glass jar has broken, and numerous other glass jars have opened and spilled all of their tea on the kitchen floor.

Mostly though I’m concerned for the books, because some of them might have fallen at funky angles and I didn’t want them to get bent too much.  Here’s the thing though:  While I was on the floor stacking the books into mini-floor piles I was thinking about what Josh might think if he walked in now and saw the carnage (heh).

I decided to try and call Kate to vent about the recent fiasco.  As I was leaving a message on her voicemail it became harder and harder to talk.  And for some reason at that moment I started crying.

Yup.  The waterworks were officially turned on without permission.

I’m not really sure why I started crying.  I’m not usually the type to get upset over things like this.  I didn’t even have thoughts running through my head when I was crying… I was just crying.

At that point I thought, “fuck it.”  So here I am, writing this entry with what looks like some kind of explosion behind me.  I’ve removed all of the books and piled them up nicely on the floor in haphazard formations, but other than that I haven’t touched a thing.

Oh, I did tread lightly into the kitchen and attempt to clean up some tea that had spilled out of its jar, but that just made me feel like crying again, so I gave up.

This entry is brought to you by poltergeists.

I can't think of a subject

I managed to hang out with my mom on Friday and that ended up being quite a lot of fun.  She only had to be at work that day until noon for some meeting, and then she had the whole afternoon before her and my dad were headed home so she asked me if I wanted to tag along while she shopped for some shoes.

The original plan was go head over to Factoria but we didn’t get around to that because we were immediately hungry.  Heh.  Of course her favorite place to eat at the moment (when it downtown Bellevue at least) is Maggiano’s Little Italy, so that’s where we went.  By the time she had actually gotten out of her meeting and headed over to meet me though it was already 2pm, so you can imagine that it was a bit surprising when we finished lunch and saw that it was 4pm.  Oops.

We didn’t end up going to Factoria but we did come up with another plan.  We met my dad and decided to head up to Lynnwood to do a bit of shoe shopping, get my sister a new tape adapter, and go to dinner.  The only caveat was that Josh wasn’t off of work yet, and him and I were supposed to come in our own car (we do need to get ourselves home after all).  In the end he just got off of work too late, so he had to come and meet us just for the dinner part.  So sad for him that he had to miss the shoe shopping… heh.

No shoes were found among my mom and I, but my dad managed to randomly find a nice big pair of boots for himself that looked pretty nice.  Funny how things work out sometimes anyway.

Dinner was set to be pizza (easy to take some home for my sister) but that place ended up being insanely crowded so we diverted over to Cafe India (highly recommended if may say) and had a delicious dinner.  I had my usual drink, a mango lassi.  In fact I wasn’t the only one to have that drink as Josh and my mom also had one.  My dad as of late has been drinking the salty lassi’s, which I don’t understand myself.  Why drink something that tastes mostly like salt?

After dinner it was already getting late so Josh and I headed home.

Another entry with a lack of exciting news.

Oh, but I am going to a concert tomorrow night!  Jonathan Coulton is performing at The Triple Door!  So very exciting.  I hear that The Triple Door is a wonderful venue and that we’ll just love it.

In not-so-exciting news, Josh is leaving tomorrow afternoon for a week and doesn’t arrive home until Saturday morning.  Then the next day he leaves again in the afternoon for Pasadena, California for another two weeks (one because he’s a mentor, and the second because the ICS there is too afraid to fly so they asked him to be there the two weeks instead of having s/he come up for a week).

Bah, Josh being gone this long isn’t going to be that fun.

My original subject sucked.

I’m listening to Dan Savage’s podcast… we’ll see if I like it. I do tend to find his column funny in any case.Not much is going on today so far. My mom called me this morning to use our bathroom, and after she’d come upstairs she asked if she could straighten her hair (she brought her own cheap flat iron), and I just ended up doing it for her because I have a nicer straightener now and she asked if I could do just the back of her hair anyway. Either way, we went to Tully’s and I brought my laptop and I ended up staying there until around 11:30am.

My dad called me today, which is a first (usually I call him) and asked me to lunch. Woo! It’s that day of the week where burgers at Fatburger are only $2 instead of $3.99. We walked down there after I had a minute to put my laptop back at the apartment. Mmm their strawberry shakes are good though.

I took some pictures of what a nice day it’s been today on my way back home:

Bellevue!

After I got home it was time to do some actual work, so I did the laundry and washed the dishes, loaded pictures onto the iMac, wound up some yarn that’s been drying, and made some iced tea.

Wow I had a boring day. I’ll try better tomorrow. -grin-

Stardust

Stardust

I was reading a movie review someone had posted in their blog, and they’d started it out by saying, “wow.” While I did have a slight urge to say that about this movie, I didn’t want to seem so blown away. Don’t get me wrong though… it really was quite good. Josh and I really liked it a lot.

If you want the quick review I’ll say this: go see it now.

To further enhance that review I’ll say this: go see it now, especially if you like romantic movies.

Remember how that movie Ever After completely catered to romantic saps, but in the end it was probably the best movie of 1998 (at least I thought so)? That is an excellent movie with excellent music, but not something that everyone would think to watch while saying to themselves, “that one looks good!”

I tend to feel that way about Stardust. For one, it looks like it could be a cheesy fantasy movie. Maybe almost geared towards younger children. On the other hand some people have thrown around the term “scifi” which could easily scare somebody off if they imagine scifi to be all aliens invading other planets. The great part about this movie is that it’s none of these things (well, ‘cept the fantasy part).

I’ll do a quick and dirty paraphrase of the plot for you. Young man knocks up girl in alternate reality. Resulting bastard almost as dimwitted as his father, a trait which sends him on a personal quest to woo a brain dead blonde that turns into a quest to keep alive a much smarter blonde. Things get tough, they meet Robert DeNiro, they meet Michelle Pheiffer, things get even more hairy and in the end everyone is happy. Except for Michelle Pheiffer.

It actually is quite good. If you have any smidgen of romanticism in you, go see this movie.

Oh yeah, and the score is awesome.

New Yarn!

When Josh and I were at the Puyallup fair yesterday, they had a shop with yarn! I barely saw it out of the corner of my eye, but that was definitely enough to get me to go over and take a look. The yarn is dyed by a local woman, and boy is it pretty! She has all kinds of yarn, and the only reason that I couldn’t resist some of it was the price! Oof.

She had hanks of laceweight kid merino for $20… and for that you get 1,225yds! Rowan Kidsilk Haze gives you something around 250yds and that puts you out at least $14. Plus, this yarn was in the more gorgeous Violet color that I’ve seen in awhile… so deep and bright. I think I already know what I want to make out of it too… a circular shawl from my book Victorian Lace Today.

Before I go, here’s a picture of the yarn that really doesn’t do the color justice. Just imagine that it’s much deeper and more vibrant:

MoFly Yarn

Did I mention how unbelievably soft this stuff is?

(You can find Pat’s yarn here, although her mohair isn’t currently available to buy online)