February 17, 2010
LIGHTS! (cue dim and clouded daylight)
CAMERA! (cue snoopy unemployed neighbor in 4th floor window)
ACTION! (cue illegally parked yuppy in shiny silver Audi)
Out climbs yuppy #1 in a charcoal grey trench coat, hitting his automatic lock and heading for the door. He disappears into the dimly lit, all glass coffee shop. Yuppy #2 pulls up in an equally shiny silver Mazda and parks illegally next to yuppy #1, simultaneously setting off his car alarm. He runs out of the Starbucks to shut off the wailing alarm, then waits for the lady (who coincidentally scored herself a doorman by parking too close to his car). They retreat into Starbucks together. Approaching from the North, pedestrian yuppy #3 (a more respectable class of yuppy who visits Starbucks because it’s walking distance from home) leaves her two yippy Chihuahuas tied to the street lamp and goes inside. They continue to yelp in that high-pitched tone until she reappears in the window and opens up her laptop. As she settles into her morning email correspondence, her yippy dogs settle down too.
A shiny silver van pulls up and the back door opens. Out jump two teenage yuppies in puffy fur-lined jackets, slamming the door behind them. They throw their hoods up to protect their just “did” hair from the snow (for the 3 foot run to the entrance). Inside, yuppy #1 and #2 sit down at the table next to the lady with the laptop. Looks like yuppy #1 scored a morning coffee date with his suave and gentleman like demeanor.
The door opens and out come the teenagers, overpriced lattes in hand. The hoods go up and they head for the street car, 1st period algebra on the horizon. (exit yuppy teenagers, suspiciously without backpacks)
And for the finale… (cue delivery truck approaching from the alley behind the shop). The driver lays on the horn as he pulls up to the illegally parked Mazda that is blocking the alley. The horn is loud enough to wake up any over-sleeping apartment dweller within a three block radius. Yuppy #2 comes tearing out of the Starbucks, leaving her jacket and coffee behind. Note: yuppy #2 could not see the angry truck driver from her window seat, but she was well aware of who he was honking at.
The yippy dogs go nuts, barking and jumping at the delivery truck. If they could only just get a little more leash, surely together they could take out that monster of a vehicle. As yuppy #2 violently backs up her Mazda, she sets off the alarm again… out runs yuppy #1, holding the door for yuppy #3 who is coming out to calm her babies.
The truck grunts and bellows, screeching as it’s let free from the alley.
Exit yuppy #1, alarm now ceased, back into Starbucks to finish his coffee.
Exit yuppy #2, off to find a new parking space down the street (or possibly just doing a round then coming back to re-park in the alley entrance)
Exit yuppy #3, after retrieving her laptop and untying her dogs, she turns and continues south.
February 10, 2010
It doesn’t seem to matter how many knitting projects I do…I am just plain slow. Just like reading, some people are frustratingly fast, while others are perpetually slow (like myself). Its not that I can’t read fast, its just that if I actually want to retain anything I have to take it down a notch.
Never the less, the cowl is done! After one month of on and off knitting sprees (depending on our supply of ER episodes) it is finally complete. To make it even sweeter, it’s actually still cold outside and I can’t wait to wear it. The pattern is called a “good luck cowl” and I got it from the Drop Stitch Knitter. It’s the first lace pattern I have ever attempted, and it’s supposed to be lucky (a horseshoe pattern). I guess you probably have to wear it right side up or the luck will drain out? I think I’ll try it out at my next job interview…
The yarn is 50% Merino Wool and 50% silk, and is quite possibly the softest, prettiest thing I own.
February 10, 2010
About 4 months ago we made the switch from coffee-maker to french press. And I will never go back. We get our coffee beans from a friend, who buys them green from a shop in Toronto, roasts them at home, then sells them to friends and neighbors. No batch is the same; the beans are different, and the roasting changes each time.
Then we grind the beans with our awesome sized coffee grinder (thanks to Kim and Brad) and steep the coffee till dark before plunging it to perfection. All other coffee tastes bland and fails in comparison. My only issue is the thick sludge at the bottom of the cup. Of course, for some people like Dave, this stuff is gold…he throws it back like dark chocolate and grinds it in his teeth, I cringe.
The only thing our french press needed was a little more insulation…so I made it a cozy. I think it’s cute. He kind of looks like he’s in a marching band. Oh and his awesome yellow buttons are vintage (1920’s).
The original pattern is from design sponge and is extremely simple. Three things to keep in mind: don’t make it so long that it crowds the spout (you’ll get lint in your coffee), place the buttons so they don’t interfere with the handle, and make it a little small so it has to stretch. Easy!
February 8, 2010
In fear of collecting more stuff that needs to be packed in 8 months when we move again, I have been seeking design ideas that are ready-made packing solutions. Perhaps lazy moving can actually be done with some class. The following are a collection of ideas that branch from the mindset, “close it up and throw it in the truck”.
February 5, 2010
I have become a veteran of “moving day”. This is not to say that I’ve aquired particular skills in efficient packing or the lifting of heavy objects. Rather, I’d say it’s the opposite where every time I move I leave more behind, more to the last minute, and more flung loosely in the back seat of the car. If you consider lazy moving a skill…then I’ve mastered it.
I’ve been witness to all the kinds of moving I can think of: the traditional brown box, big truck, big deal move; the questionably illogical drive a U-Haul across Canada for school move; the overseas, whatever you can fit in your suitcase move; and most recently the 4th floor, no elevator, do-it-yourself move.
And here I find myself, knee-deep in boxes and bags…trying to sort through the mess that is “lazy moving”. The real catcher is the combination of my lazy moving with my partner in packing crime’s, let’s call it… speed moving tactic. Here I am sloppily flinging unfolded clothes into grocery bags, while Dave is one step ahead, sweeping up half-empty bags and packing them in the truck like a Tetrus puzzle (not to be tempered with for fear of death). He and his brothers have been known to pack a mean trunk, the kind where you’re not sure if removing one box would cause them all to come toppling, or if it’s so tight that friction would keep it together. It’s a bit like Jenga… but nobody laughs when the game’s over.
Here’s an inconvenient truth: the majority of the storage in our new place is in the kitchen (where the minority of our stuff belongs). We have empty kitchen cabinets, and books strewn across the living room floor. We are in desperate need of a ladle, but have nowhere to set up two laptops, two hard-drives, and two desk lamps. Does this say something about us?
All of this being said, lazy moving has inspired some creative storage tactics for our new place…