I met the Yarn Harlot !

Stephanie Pearl-McPhee I read the Yarn Harlot blog, which is written by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. She also writes books on knitting humor and I’ve enjoyed her writing since, I don’t know when — I guess since she was on the Knitlist and posted short items there. She’s always seemed to be to be a person who thinks a lot about life, the universe, and everything, and finds the absurd and the joyful in it.

So, when the tour for her new book was listed and I checked and saw that she’d be giving a talk at Borders at the Annapolis, Maryland mall, I marked my calendar and waited patiently. Last night was the night. I figured they’d be a crowd but my husband worked late and we only got there thirty minutes before the event started. We purchased the books and got signing number 173. One of the women there said that she’d heard that when the phone calls confirming the event started to come in Borders realized that they’d better do numbers for the signing. Since I was 173 and more than a few came in after I did there was a large crowd.

One view of the crowd

The crowd filled practically all of the space available on the second floor of the bookstore. But the wait was pleasant as we all oogled each others knitting projects and shared tips and hints on various patterns and yarns. There was a pretty good mix of young, old, and all in between as well as a mix of sexes and racial backgrounds. In other words the usual non-demographically defined crowd of knitters.

Stephanie Pearl-McPhee & Me The talk was very interesting. First, she spoke more on the inability of anyone to define knitters as in ending the phrase, “Knitters are ____” with a word or phrase that would work for every knitter. She then went on to talk about how knitting and its repetitive nature allows us to enter a theta state that is good for reducing stress, giving us access to our creative side, and many other good side effects. Some of this information on brain wave states was from a study done with Buddhist Monks before, during, and after mediation. The researchers specifically mentioned knitting as a way to achieve this theta state but also stated that it was unreasonable to expect people to carry around emergency knitting in order to reduce stress. This got a big laugh from the audience as most of us had brought our knitting with us to avoid the stress of waiting for the event to begin.

As you can see, I managed to get my copy of my book signed and a photo of Stephanie and myself holding each other’s sock-in-progress. I can’t believe she was still friendly and approachable after signing for nearly three hours.

If you get a chance to go to a talk by Stephanie, make the effort, it’s well worth it. I’m certainly glad we went. It was a great evening with wonderful people — they were all knitters — what more can be said.

Charlton Heston — some thoughts

Soylent GreenCharlton Heston died. I got to thinking about him as the obituaries were rolling out in the news. I think have to thank him for spurring me to read. I remember seeing The Ten Commandments at the drive in. My mother and her friend and all us kids would go. We get in our pjs and have brown paper bags full of popcorn and cups for sodas (we had the big bottles not individual cans or bottles so cups were required). I remember not falling asleep. As the oldest child in our family, I lived in fear of those plagues of Eqypt for a long time.

The Ten Commandments After The Ten Commandments, I went on a reading binge of all the biblical novels I could find. I think I probably read just about anything by Thomas B. Costain that I could find either at home or on the library shelves. There were other authors and other books. When I hit on The Eqyptian, I side-tracked into a lot of books on Egypt, the pyramids, the legends and the Pharaohs.

Later after watching Ben Hur, I began reading all I could find about Romans, the Legions, the famous and infamous of the period. My grandfather had a copy of Quo Vadis. He always encouraged me to read and when he saw that I actually got through it, he let me borrow other books from his shelves. I remember he had a set of Shakespeare, sort of small with red covers. I read through a lot of those and he talked to me about them and the plays and the history that went into them. (It was through him and his copies of Shakespeare’s works that allowed me to continue to love the work of the Bard after high school and college English classes did their best to kill all interest in the stories.

So, while Charlton Heston is not directly related to my life long love of reading, the movies he acted in played a big part in getting me to open books. That in turn, opening the covers of other books, led me to find explore new worlds, times, eras, lives, and alternate realities. So, I thank him — for his part in my own life history. While I can not laud him for his later political stances, I can not forget the part he played in opening up my mind with movies and the printed word.

Busy Saturday…

Capclave DodoLast night was the 1st Friday WSFA meeting in Virginia. It was the usual business meeting followed by some socializing. Charles Stross was in DC and came to the meeting. His book, Halting State, is a 2008 Hugo Nominee. If you enjoy hard science, science fiction take a minute to read the review on the link and get the book and read it.

Today, it was back to Virginia for a meeting of the Capclave 2008 committee. This year’s guests of honor are James Morrow and Michael Dirda. Last year’s convention was a lot of fun as well as informative. This year’s convention is shaping up to be just as good. We’re working on putting together a great schedule of program items as well as some workshops (check last years program, we’ll probably have similar ones this year — but keep an eye on the official website). If you have never been to a local science fiction convention and you live in the Washington, DC area consider joining us for Capclave 2008.

Then it was time to run all our weekend errands in what was left of the day. Why is it that during the week, you think well we can do x, y, z, a, b, …. w this weekend. Then the weekend comes and all the stuff you can’t do because of work has to be done as well as any other plans that require two people to do and before you know it, it’s midnight on Saturday and you only have one more day of the weekend left and 40 billion things to do.

I seem to remember that when I was young there was talk of having a 4 or even a 3 day work week by the year 2000. Here we are in 2008 and most Americans are working 50 hour weeks with less vacation time than ever before as employers cut back on benefits. And to top it all off, weekends become the time to do all the things that should have been done during the week, but work wouldn’t allow time to do — food shopping, housework, laundry, household chores. I work at home and I still can’t keep up — maybe it’s a leak in my hours. I’m sure time is slipping away when I don’t look. Just last week it was January and today it’s April… I think Einstein and I need to have a talk about this relativity thing.

April Coffee Cup and coffee goodness confirmed

April 2008 coffee cupFinally, took a picture of my April coffee cup. I’m back to a big cup. This one holds about 14 oz. My March cup was smaller about 6 oz. which meant making far more frequent trips to the coffee pot. So, I decided to find another big cup. Of course, I’d cut down from a pot of coffee a day to about 1/2 a pot. Everyone keeps telling me how bad coffee is for one — stresses the system, makes you nervous, on and on and on…. I’m sure you’ve all hear the drill.

However, today I also came across a news article on BBC News and a similar article in Science Daily about a new study that shows that caffeine can offer some protection to the brain by helping reduce the permeability of the blood brain barrier. A quote from the article by Dr Jonathan Geiger of the University of North Dakota:

Caffeine is a safe and readily available drug and its ability to stabilize the blood brain barrier means it could have an important part to play in therapies against neurological disorders.

Seems to indicate that maybe drinking a moderate amount of coffee each day is a good thing. Of course in this study they gave one cup of coffee per day to rabbits. So how this will effectively apply to people is another nest of rabbits. I’ll hope my half a pot or about 2 1/2 large cups per day is not out of the question for protecting me from neurological disorders (especially the big scary one — Alzheimer’s).

A start of a new month, welcome to April

Gumshoe Review ADWell, it’s a new month. I do have an April cup but haven’t had a chance to take a picture. In fact the past week has been a whirlwind of business. Last night around 1AM so maybe I should say this morning, the new April issues of SFRevu and Gumshoe Review went live. TechRevu also turned into a monthly ezine and went live with new reviews and articles.

Today, I took a break. Taking a break means I washed the kitchen floor, cleaned the stove, scrubbed out toilets, and swept all the floors, watered the plants, and read a book. I hope to post the review here soon since it’s not mystery, science fiction, fantasy (well, maybe…no…not really). It’s a Pride and Prejudice from Darcy’s point of view. I won’t give the title of which one right now.

So the weather is warming up, April is here and maybe, just maybe, spring is on its way for real and we won’t have 70 degree days followed by 30 degree days and back and inbetween degree days, until we don’t know what season we’re in.

[Hyperion here.  I’ve seen the forecast for the next couple of days.  50’s tomorrow, 40’s the day after.  I don’t think I’m going to tell Gayle though.  She looks so full of hope at the coming of spring.  I’ll just let her believe for a while longer.]

Earth Hour — tonight 8:00 to 9:00PM

Tonight we plan to turn off our lights for Earth Hour. My husband and I do care about our environment and try to do the right thing. We recycle even though where we live we have to drive it to the recycle center because we’re not on a pick-up route. We plan all our travel in loops to avoid needless miles. Make Do. Recycle. ReUse. Simple sayings to live by.

Here’s more info about Earth Hour:

If you haven’t Googled anything yet today, take a look. The Google logo that changes with holidays and special occasions hasn’t changed but Google turned out the lights on the website (background is black) to help bring Earth Hour to the attention of their users.So, if you care about Climate Change and our environment — Earth — join us in turning out your light between 8 PM and 9 PM tonight, March 29th, 2008.

The Earth needs all the help it can get.

Why do I feel like I’m loafing when I read?

Reading is fun posterGot to thinking again… In some correspondence with one of our reviewers, she wrote, “I guess I’ll work on reading that book–as if that’s really working.” Just the other day another person said, “I have a hard time sitting and reading a book for review because I feel like I’m not working.” Over the last few days, as we gear up to go live with the next issues of SFRevu and Gumshoe Review, I look at the steadily decreasing pile of books I’ve yet to read for the issue and every time I think, “why not just take a break and read for an hour” I think of the other stuff I have to do and I put it off.

Reading books for review is just one of the things I do in getting the zines together and online. It’s part of the process.  If I, along with others, don’t read the books and write reviews there will be no content — so the reading is fundamental (and like the poster I found on Amazon shows it’s also fun). Reading has always been fun for me. It’s what I do to relax. The perfect vacation for me would be to be able to hike to a nice place with a view, a snack, no mosquitoes or other attack bugs, and a good book. As I get older, this dream sort of includes proper seating or lounging to avoid back problems. But, the basic fact is I’ve always considered reading fun.

Now, I’ll also admit I come from a family of readers. Even my grandmother read, though she had to quit school about grade three to care for her younger brothers and sisters (Nana died a couple of years ago at age 100ish). I was also very lucky to have excellent English teachers who didn’t do the “what color coat did CharacterX wear in Chapter 3”. No, instead they talked of plot, theme, and character development. In high school, many of us talked about the books we read in class during lunch or after school — that’s how great the teachers made reading. In college, I learned that others hadn’t been so lucky and reading was a chore for them. I’ve never forgotten a woman with a college degree that I worked with, who when I asked at lunch one day if anyone had read a good book lately said, “I don’t read anymore. I got my degree, I don’t have to do that again.”

I can’t imagine a life without books. Books are escapes. Books can take you on visits to other places, other times, and other worlds. They are gateways to new thoughts, ideas, and philosophies. Whenever I have a task I’m not sure how to do, I turn to books. The public library has to be the best institution of civilized society.

But because I enjoy reading so much, when I read books as work it feels like cheating. You know reading a novel behind an open textbook, reading under the covers, reading at work when your supposed to be doing something else. Now my job is to read. How do you convince yourself that it’s okay to curl up with a book during work time? It is work, but it’s so entertaining — it just feels weird somehow.

Had Jury Duty today

Attentive Jury PosterToday I had jury duty. I got the notification quite a while ago and was supposed to call last night to see if my group had to report to the court house — I did. So today, I gathered lots of reading material, bottled water, and lunch and reported to the court house at 7:30. I’ve only done this once before so everything seems new to me.

First you have to go through security to get into the building. Smooth and quick and they let me have my sock knitting. Then sign in with the clerks and wait, and wait, and wait, and get assigned a panel color and number (criminal case), then wait, and wait, and wait some more. Five hours later we were told we were all dismissed. So, we turned in our colored numbered cards and could go home.

Last time I actually got into the court room and the lawyers and the judge whittled down our panel pool of less than a hundred and more than 50 down to the twelve jurors and the four alternates. So, this time it I spent the day in the jurors assembly room. Got a lot of reading done. Drank moderately okay coffee and my bottled water. But even though I forced myself to do isometric stretches every chapter and got up and stood every so often — those chairs are killers. I would have found them guilty in a heart beat. They weren’t even cheap chairs. I’m sure the county government spent an indecent amount on these padded chairs for the assembly room. I’m just not sure why chair manufacturers, especially those making chairs for people to sit in for more than ten minutes at a stretch, can’t make a chair that doesn’t kill your back or put your legs asleep.

So in discomfort and in between breaks, I observed my fellow potential jurors. Most brought something to occupy them during the long waits. Many, as I did, brought a book or two or three. Some had magazines. Some had portable craft projects. Some talked on the phone. Some worked on their laptop or PDA. And here’s the group that baffles me — some did nothing but sit and stare into space usually while turning their colored numbered panel card over and over. I’d go bonkers in about 20 minutes if I had to just sit with nothing to do. In an hour, I’d be climbing the walls. How do they do it? Are they all Zen masters? I’m totally baffled by people who can just sit like that and not go berserk. I’m not sure if I should be in awe of people so centered that they can quietly sit for hours or spend my time wondering what they’re thinking about while they’re sitting there — calmly, turning their cards over and over and over.

After I was dismissed, I called my husband from outside the building and walked a mile and a half to the nearest Starbucks to have coffee and wait for him. We only have one car so these sorts of things are a bit of a scheduling problem. While walking out the back tension, I found the day just wonderful. The sun was out and the sky was bright blue with white fluffy clouds. The forsythia was in bloom with its jaunty yellow flowers proclaiming spring to anyone with eyes to see. The Bartlett pears are also filled with their white flowers. But even more startling because I hadn’t yet noticed them this month was the magnolias — white and pink — beautiful blooms that look so startling on the trees without leaves.

In spite of the chairs, it was a glorious spring day.