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This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Saturday, December 02, 2006 Ho ho ho I had the bright idea today of driving in to the coffee shop in town to upload the pile of images from my last inspection and to download a 15 mb. video codec that I needed. And then, I thought, I'd go on to Blacksburg and retrieve my Mamiya C33 from the camera shop.On impulse, I asked Clarence if he'd like to come along, and of course, he said yes. By the time I had him dressed and the car loaded, it was almost 2:00. By the time we got into town, the Christmas parade, which I had forgotten was today, was in full swing, blocking Main Street completely. We sat at the traffic light downtown (which in this town is literally "down" town, at the foot of a steep hill), for almost half an hour, while all the ambulances and all the fire trucks in the county went by. Finally, half way through the parade, the deputies held up the line of cars and trucks and horses and floats so traffic could go through, and we managed to get uptown to where we could park. I manhandled Clarence's wheelchair down the steep Main Street hill to the coffee shop, and we ate lunch while I uploaded one set of files and downloaded another, and worked on the second of Shelley's socks.I have this fantasy that if I sit in the coffee shop often enough with knitting in hand, one day someone is going to sing out, "Oh, another sock knitter!" So far, I've gotten reactions from two people. One of them was a knitter, but thought socks were far too difficult, and the other wasn't quite sure what I was doing, but she thought it was way more complicated than anything she was interested in. I feel like asking sometimes, when I get that dismissive kind of remark, "What are you going to do if one of these days you can't just buy whatever you want?"I don't, because the few conversations I've had on that subject have been so depressing that I'm not interested in having any more of them (most people say either "The government would never let that happen," or "I guess I'd just die"). And anyway, that isn't why I knit socks. I knit them because they are so pretty, and so wonderful to wear, and because they knit up fast enough that I can go on to the next project very quickly. I'm already at the point where I just want to be done with Shelley's pair so I can start on Carol's. And then I can start on another pair for myself, with the Reynolds Swizzle I just bought. It knits up into a navy body with narrow stripes of red and yellow and green, and I'm dying to get my hands on it.At any rate, by the time we finished eating and the parade was over, it was too late to go to Blacksburg, so we just came home. posted by Liz @ 6:59 PM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart. 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I had the bright idea today of driving in to the coffee shop in town to upload the pile of images from my last inspection and to download a 15 mb. video codec that I needed. And then, I thought, I'd go on to Blacksburg and retrieve my Mamiya C33 from the camera shop.On impulse, I asked Clarence if he'd like to come along, and of course, he said yes. By the time I had him dressed and the car loaded, it was almost 2:00. By the time we got into town, the Christmas parade, which I had forgotten was today, was in full swing, blocking Main Street completely. We sat at the traffic light downtown (which in this town is literally "down" town, at the foot of a steep hill), for almost half an hour, while all the ambulances and all the fire trucks in the county went by. Finally, half way through the parade, the deputies held up the line of cars and trucks and horses and floats so traffic could go through, and we managed to get uptown to where we could park. I manhandled Clarence's wheelchair down the steep Main Street hill to the coffee shop, and we ate lunch while I uploaded one set of files and downloaded another, and worked on the second of Shelley's socks.I have this fantasy that if I sit in the coffee shop often enough with knitting in hand, one day someone is going to sing out, "Oh, another sock knitter!" So far, I've gotten reactions from two people. One of them was a knitter, but thought socks were far too difficult, and the other wasn't quite sure what I was doing, but she thought it was way more complicated than anything she was interested in. I feel like asking sometimes, when I get that dismissive kind of remark, "What are you going to do if one of these days you can't just buy whatever you want?"I don't, because the few conversations I've had on that subject have been so depressing that I'm not interested in having any more of them (most people say either "The government would never let that happen," or "I guess I'd just die"). And anyway, that isn't why I knit socks. I knit them because they are so pretty, and so wonderful to wear, and because they knit up fast enough that I can go on to the next project very quickly. I'm already at the point where I just want to be done with Shelley's pair so I can start on Carol's. And then I can start on another pair for myself, with the Reynolds Swizzle I just bought. It knits up into a navy body with narrow stripes of red and yellow and green, and I'm dying to get my hands on it.At any rate, by the time we finished eating and the parade was over, it was too late to go to Blacksburg, so we just came home.
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WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT'
"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME
Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
KNITTING BLOGS
Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits
FINISHED PROJECTS
SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE
POLITICAL BLOGS and SITES
BOOKS I'M READING
How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising
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