I'd like a word.







I can use it to start a collection of them.

 
Vail '99, Baby. That's the next Dale for me.
Rather, for Thor.
Rock over London, Rock over New York, Burger King, home of the Whopper!

 
Sweater... out of danger?

Yes, Spock, you saved the slipped stitch.

 
There's always room for Jello.
Indeed, perhaps the perfect metaphor. More on this later.

--Taz

 
Monday evening's festivities were lovely, and I was given perhaps the most unique chessboard ever, which was handmade by my sister and her boyfriend from some squares from a mural on a demolished part of the Fine Arts building. It is THE COOLEST. I mean that.

I have read my friend's blog, and I feel tiny and insignifcant in the shadow of his blogging glory. Loofa, you just rock. Plus, you make a pleasing page. I feel like the student at the foot of the master. Or something. Like a big, Pythonesque foot squishing me in my antlike inferiority. But really, I have self esteem. It's in here somewhere. :) Really makes me realize that I should do a bit of practice before starting my web job, y'know?

I'm working on the neckband of the Ikea-riffic sweater. After that is complete, all I will need to do is pattern the tops of the sleeves, bind 'em off (Bind of loosely, don't let go... if you bind too tightly, you will lose control!) and then stitch them to the body of the bastid. Then I can wear the Purple sweater from hell! Now all I need to do is knit myself a red hat, and I'll be ready for my next birthday.

'Twas an enjoyable St. Patty's, don't ya know. Had Shepherd's pie with dad up Wausau way. And enjoyed a bit of Celtic music to go with it.

*tips the hat to ya*

Bottom o' the Evenin' to y'all.

--Taz

 
Well, one more year entered into the books. And such a year, Oy!

Thor and I had a great Friday and Saturday hanging out together and doing various birthday-related things. And tonight is the big Hibachi fun with my folks, sis and her guy :) Should be a blast.

Hopefully soon we can bake a cheesecake and take it down to the in-laws'.

Not a whole lot to say today, just that it was a good weekend and a great birthday.

Back to the kitchen :)

--Taz

 
Today's thought is actually a little deeper than usual, due to a long musing on mortality I had last night.

A very beloved friend of mine feels that when you hold onto thoughts of something or someone who has wronged you, you allow that person to live in your mind, rent free, and take up space that could be used for much more useful and productive things. I've managed to kick out the majority of the freeloaders who were plugging up the mental toilets and trashing the joint, as it were, and I took some time to ponder the change it's made in my life. To set grudges free is one of the most spirit-lifting activities I can think of.

I also took notice of some people I know who have apparently given me the penthouse of their mental brownstones rent-free, with free heat and electricity. This is some *prime* real estate, people. Instead of dwelling on some perceived injustice which I have caused you, kick those angry focii the fuck out. Not only are you taking up your own valuable time holding on to a grudge which most likely doesn't make logical sense any more even to you, but you are giving me way more power over you than I could ever take for myself, if indeed I even cared to, which I don't. I have much more valuable things to do with my time.

Which brings me to the point of this thought, and the reason which I spent the time to put it into words rather than just masticating it mentally:

Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it. This is definitely true. But, as with any adage, there is an antithesis which is just as valuable, if not more so. Those who dwell on the past, or on the future, at the expense of the present, are wasting the most precious moments of their lives: the here and now. If one does not live in the now, one never truly experiences life. The most glorious gift we can give ourselves is full sensory experience of the Now; that's why it's called "the Present".

Well, that's not really why it's called the present, but it's a cute and memorable catchphrase.

Yeah, I think that's about all I was thinking about posting last night. If I think of more, I'll let you know.

I can't wait to show the Dale sweater to the ladies at knitting circle tonight: the sleeves are almost done and that means there's just the neckband to knit and the yarn ends to weave in and I've got a sweater to wear! Just in time for this month's Sons of Norway meeting. Yay, go me!

Feel free to think of this post as being pompous and overly philosophical. But if you can take away a little string to tie around your finger to remind you to stop and smell the roses, like Ferdinand the Bull, then I will have accomplished a little bit of good by writing it.

T-1 day and counting :)

--Taz the foureyed

 
Hm. In a Stargate: SG1 drinking game, what would be a good trigger for the shots? Perhaps Teal'c saying "Daniel Jackson", or O'Neill asking Carter to go fishing with him. Or, heck, how about the Stargate being dialed up and moving. The theme music? When somebody's eyes glow white.

There are many drinking-type games that can be played without involving alcohol ;)

T-3 days and counting.

--Taz

 
Communication, my friends.
That, in a nutshell, is what it's all about.

And just to clarify, the Talking Stick ain't for beating the other person over the head with, either.

T-4 days and counting.

--Taz

 
www.myscandinavianheritage.com

Making fractions count since 1975.

--Taz



(incidentally, it's a metaphysical site, not a hypertext one.)
(this disclaimer sponsored by the Swedish flag, the Norwegian flag, and some little podunk town really far north and intensely cold.)

 
There's really only one reason I am no longer a vegetarian.

Steak.

Yup, I could give or take pretty much any meat but steak.

hm.

Or calamari. But around here, it's not too common.

Octopus is good, too.

Okay, so the two reasons I am no longer a vegetarian are steak and cephalopods.

Sounds like a play, like arsenic and old lace. Except more surreal. I could see something like a Checkhov or Ibsen play, starring the gumby men.

The last line of the play?

"There is no beauty in truth. No, in beauty there are only two truths. Those truths? Steak... (dramatic pause) ... Steak, and Cephalopods."

exeunt alles.

--Taz

 
Ikea has left me dis-Grundtal-ed.

Honestly, what kind of customer service guy would recommend buying from the catalog and neglecting to mention the $25 minimum shipping?! $25 shipping on an $8 part is silly.

Dude, I am SO there.

the Lofbergs Lila coffee is almost done, I can smell it :)

--Taz

 
Mmmmmmm, Dale of Norway pattern knitting.

Can't wait to finish yet another sweater!

Had a great weekend, we did, with friends that are dear, indeed. Talking like Yoda we are, or Samurai with hair that is red, yes indeed.

--Taz