April 30, 2012
New Laptop

Sarah claims it isn’t her fault that I couldn’t keep up with my blog on the house computer after my laptop up and imploded, but I know what that means. It means someone has a guilty conscience.

(I TOLD you this would be the first post from my new laptop, and you didn’t believe me.)

February 13, 2012
Things That I Love (#1)

I love it when people are so amused by a joke or anecdote that they have to dissect it and explain why each little bit is so funny to them. Usually the more in depth this analysis goes the funnier the individual parts become to the person, regardless of how funny the original joke was. This runs counter to the belief that explaining a joke will kill it — I find that’s only true when one person didn’t understand the joke to begin with.

I love it when this happens because it transforms what is usually an average joke into something totally epic, much larger than the sum of its parts. The people who tend towards this kind of behavior are usually easy laughers — people who think everything is funny. I love these people. But every once in a while someone who is not an easy laugher will fall into a fit of helpless glee when something strikes them just so, and when that happens it’s practically a miracle.

January 11, 2012
Fountain pen problems

I got 99 problems and a fountain pen ain’t one of them. Ahem.

This is an awesome tutorial on how to fix basic fountain pen problems. I’ve tried a couple of these things myself, but some of them never occurred to me! I’m sure it would be better to have a professional look at your fancy schmancy expensivo pens (or your badly damaged but sentimental pens), but I could see this coming in handy for your run of the mill misbehaving instruments.

December 24, 2011
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September 29, 2011
THIS JUST HAPPENED TO ME

TODAY. In real life.

I mean, it was my boss instead of the moon, and I got it for working crazy hours last week and not because I’m a good kid (though I am, I swear, a really good kid), but still. SAME BASIC PREMISE.

(Via @Sarje on Twitter — follow her!)

September 28, 2011
(YOU LITTLE TEAPOT by Lars Christian Rank and Tomas Lagermand Lundme, found via PROVINS)
Love these vases/candleholders with little cryptic writings in Danish on them. Each of the pictures on the main page includes an English translation — my favorite one is the candle holder on the right that says “I have hidden in the forest where the wild animals are consoling me in their way.” But I also really like the candle holder on the left, which says “In the middle of it all you do not light up my life anymore.” So sad, but kind of funny = totally Danish.

(YOU LITTLE TEAPOT by Lars Christian Rank and Tomas Lagermand Lundme, found via PROVINS)

Love these vases/candleholders with little cryptic writings in Danish on them. Each of the pictures on the main page includes an English translation — my favorite one is the candle holder on the right that says “I have hidden in the forest where the wild animals are consoling me in their way.” But I also really like the candle holder on the left, which says “In the middle of it all you do not light up my life anymore.” So sad, but kind of funny = totally Danish.

September 10, 2011
Kit’s Quick Tips: Hand wash bras in the shower

A while ago someone told me she hand washes her bras every time she showers. She didn’t go into much detail, and I didn’t think much about it at the time. Until, that is, I found myself standing in the bathroom with a stinky bra in one hand and a busy schedule in the other (metaphors are hard), with no time to do laundry *and* take a shower, though both were totally necessary. So I decided to take a chance with my precious push-up and invited it into the shower with me.

(This may or may not be what my friend meant, but then again I have no idea what — or who — she invites into the shower with her.)

The results so far have been pretty decent. I’d say this works best for lightly soiled bras, not utterly befouled ones. The first bra I did this with I’d worn while doing heavy duty outdoor lumberjane type activities, and while the bra did get clean eventually, washing it turned into a lumberjane activity in and of itself. Best to put those bras in the washing machine and maybe reevaluate your need to wear a push-up bra while managing your woodlot to begin with.

SO. This is my bra washing process:

First of all, clean out the bathroom sink. This is important. I personally feel that dried up toothpaste gunk is even less attractive than residual sweat odors; you may feel differently, but at the very least we can agree that they are equally unattractive. I’d recommend cleaning your bathroom sink even if you are going to use an alternative container to soak your goodies, but by all means, feel free to clean your alternative container as well.

Next, place your bra in the sink (or wherever. Whatever). Maybe add a couple pairs of panties or nylons, but keep the number of items to a minimum — this isn’t meant to replace laundry day completely. Add a little gentle detergent like Woolite and fill with water to cover. (I just use my regular shampoo, because I’m cheap and lazy.) Maybe swish stuff around a little, or even squeeze some of your less delicate delicates. Whatever feels right.

Hop in the shower. Do whatever you do until you’ve got a spare moment — remember, this is supposed to be convenient. My spare moment comes while I’m conditioning my hair, but don’t do me, do you. It is at this point that you fish your fishnets out and rinse them under the shower head. This goes so much faster than the traditional rinse/soak/drain routine! Aside from my first attempt, which took five minutes of rinsing in the shower and an additional ten minutes afterward, it’s taken maybe a minute to get all the soap and dirt out, even when I’ve done multiple items. SOOO FAST.

Also, dump or drain the gross sudsy water and rinse your container. My bathroom sink won’t plug unless you don’t want it to, so the water slowly drains itself. If you aren’t jealous, you should be.

Then you gently squeeze as much water as you can out of your skivvies and put them back in your empty soaking container until your shower is complete. I just hang my granny panties and compression hose all over the house so everyone can admire them as they dry, but I’m a little more careful about my push-up bras. Not much more careful, but I do spread them out on a towel instead of just flinging them across the bannister.

Some might worry about the extra time this method will tack on to your shower. But I would say that, because you only fill your soaking container once instead of a million times like your grandmother does, and because it takes so little time to rinse completely under the shower head, you might actually save water by using this technique. And if you’re disgusting like me you might find you don’t have to do as much laundry, because if your undies are fresh you might be able to convince yourself that the rest of your clothes are clean enough as they are. (If you use a green enough cleanser you could even reserve the soaking water to hydrate your poor neglected house plants — bonus karma points for you, granola pants.) At the very least it’s probably a wash (rimshot).

And with that, you now have the requisite knowledge to hand wash your hand washables in less time than it takes to read this tutorial. You’re welcome.

July 4, 2011
"America isn’t easy. America is advanced citizenship. You’ve gotta want it bad, ‘cause it’s gonna put up a fight. It’s gonna say, “You want free speech? Let’s see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who’s standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours.” You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms.

Then you can stand up and sing about the land of the free."

President Andrew Shepherd, The American President (1995)

Dadd and I watch this movie every year, just because it perfectly reflects our own political point of view. There’s nothing like some Aaron Sorkin auctioneer style dialog to make me feel patriotic/like buying Matchbox toy cars.

June 12, 2011
Feather hair extension craze pits fashionistas against fly fishermen

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees how awful this article is — I haven’t read something this surprisingly sexist in a long time. Maybe I’m reading a little bit too much into it, but then again maybe not. A few choice quotes:

The recent hair trend has resulted in the confluence of two groups that couldn’t be less likely to cross paths: women tuned in to the hottest hair craze dictated by celebrity fashion icons, and men, often gray-haired, engaging in the lamplight pursuit of turning thread and feather into a mirror of nature.

Note the liberal usage of the word “craze” — I counted four instances, once in the headline and three in the text. “Craze” as a noun is a synonym for “fad” — a flash in the pan, something everybody is into for a while before it fizzles out.

What other words are synonymous with craze? Mania. Passion. Rage. Obsession. These women — the article is very clear that only women are indulging in this trend, despite the fact that Steven Tyler *cough WHO IS A MAN cough* originated it — are at the whim of fashion dictators, their will is not their own, they are CRAZY. Because the only rational, SANE use for these feathers is to meticulously wind them around hooks to catch fish, OBVIOUSLY guys, GAWD.

“But Karin,” I hear you say, “aren’t there female fly fishers? Isn’t that a sport (ahahaha) that women participate in as well?” That’s exactly what I thought! We’re so in sync. But alas, no. Quoth the article:

Aside from occasional female fly tiers, Alwin and other fly-fishing store owners interviewed were only accustomed to seeing women perusing the supply aisle if they were looking to boost their arts and craft arsenal. A few store owners tell of strippers over the years looking to feather their wardrobes.

Well, OCCASIONALLY a person of the female persuasion will buy feathers for the one and only reason a person SHOULD buy feathers — fly-tying, remember? — but the rest are either just artsy-fartsy or they’re STRIPPERS.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — strippers are always so ahead of the curve, fashion-wise. (And I guess strippers never go fly fishing? That’s the saddest thing ever! I’d think those thigh-high platform boots would make great waders with a little tweaking.)

There’s also the age-old implication that women don’t spend money responsibly:

A section of the bird’s skin with 200 to 300 feathers used to cost $30 to $35, according to The Fly Angler/Thorne Bros. in Blaine. Local salons charge about $25 to $30 for a bundle of four to six feathers. That’s about 42 times more expensive than the fly shop. The salon price includes attaching the feathers.

Hide your credit cards, amirite fellas?

What it sounds like to me is that salons have found a great way to make money during what’s beginning to seem like an ENDLESS recession. Good for them! And apparently these feather extensions can be washed and heat-styled, which is something I can’t even say about my REAL HAIR (so much frizz, all the time, forever). And you can take them out when you’re tired of them! They sound pretty awesome, actually.

Just out of curiosity, how long does a fly last?

In the field, a fly might not last a fight with a fish - or an errant cast into a low-hanging branch.

Uh huh.

Listen, I sympathize with these bait shop owners — it has to suck to have all of your stock suddenly being eaten up, and not by fish. But really? Do we really need to turn this into another proxy war in the battle between the sexes? As far as I can tell, this is just an expression of the free market, which. Capitalizm, yo.

May 12, 2011

I, ah… This is my new favorite thing.

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