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May. 10th, 2006
Lunchtime Reading (very very long)
May. 10th, 2006 01:28 pmFound an article in the NY Times today (via Metafilter) that gave a good (if long) low-down on the debate over contraception and sexuality in America today. And it sums up to: there are people out there who want to turn thing back to "no sex unless you want to have a baby", and they're gaining ground, folks.
I was going to put some commentary in this entry, but realized this is already rather long, so look for commentary in a few minutes.
Original article here, and ( archived below. )
I was going to put some commentary in this entry, but realized this is already rather long, so look for commentary in a few minutes.
Original article here, and ( archived below. )
And on a lighter note
May. 10th, 2006 02:23 pm...because my brain is slightly fried from the other stuff I've read today....
Woody, looks like you've got some driving to do, next year :)
Woody, looks like you've got some driving to do, next year :)
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May. 10th, 2006 02:26 pmI really am working. There's a class in the headhouse right now, taking a lab quiz, so I'm exiled to the office until they're done. My dinged up ankle is happy for the break. (I did a Cammie this morning, and hit myself TWICE right on the anklebone with the shovel. Ouch.)
Gardening nonsequitors
May. 10th, 2006 03:28 pmThe banana (Musa basjoo) that the guys planted out in the rose garden is already shredded by the winds. It'll perk up in a few weeks. Really.
And, completely unrelated...
In case anyone didn't hear me squeeing about it yesterday evening, my peach tree at home FINALLY has peaches on it. I planted it the first spring we were in the house. It was a gift from my advisor at KSU--a seedling from a white, double-flowered, weeping, white-fleshed peach that her sister was growing. The variety is supposed to come true from seed, and so far, I've seen all the advertised characteristics but the fruit. The first year, the deer ate the tree off just before it bloomed, it didn't bloom the second year, and every year after that it's gotten hit by a late frost just as the peaches were forming. So...cross your fingers and hope for peaches this summer.
And, completely unrelated...
In case anyone didn't hear me squeeing about it yesterday evening, my peach tree at home FINALLY has peaches on it. I planted it the first spring we were in the house. It was a gift from my advisor at KSU--a seedling from a white, double-flowered, weeping, white-fleshed peach that her sister was growing. The variety is supposed to come true from seed, and so far, I've seen all the advertised characteristics but the fruit. The first year, the deer ate the tree off just before it bloomed, it didn't bloom the second year, and every year after that it's gotten hit by a late frost just as the peaches were forming. So...cross your fingers and hope for peaches this summer.
Saving this link for later...
May. 10th, 2006 06:54 pm(Actually, for when I'm at work, and can download these books quickly.)
A set of links to public-domain knitting, crocheting, and lacemaking pattern books, most from 1890's.
A set of links to public-domain knitting, crocheting, and lacemaking pattern books, most from 1890's.
See, I've been working on this crocheted, beaded necklace. For a while. Months. The crocheting goes well enough, but stringing the beads takes forever. 26 beads per round, 12 rounds to the linear inch.
And I found that piece on the floor this evening, at least 1 1/2" of beaded work undone and trailing behind the couch. Somehow, the end was still on the end table, tucked into the ball of yarn, so I lost the 90 minutes or so it took to crochet that bit, but I didn't lose any of the beads.
Damn cats.
And I found that piece on the floor this evening, at least 1 1/2" of beaded work undone and trailing behind the couch. Somehow, the end was still on the end table, tucked into the ball of yarn, so I lost the 90 minutes or so it took to crochet that bit, but I didn't lose any of the beads.
Damn cats.