no.
i'm not very good at this whole "blogging" thing, am i?
considering i have such extended absences
i can't expect anyone to be reading this crap but me,
a few months from now, when i rediscover it again.
just as i have this time!
and with glad tidings, too.
(for some reason my pictures aren't uploading,
otherwise i would have had interspersed images of my newest projects,
but, assuming you are even here reading this blog,
you will just have to visit my shop: emilouanna.etsy.com)
no, the glad tidings are not that it is 80 degrees and sunny
the first weekend of april (a record-setting event in many circumstances,
though, i have to admit, a bit concerning for those of us
who are of the environmental studies persuasion)...
the good news is that i have figured out how to graduate next december,
AND i won't even have a full semester
(busting out at the seems like this one)
as i had previously thought.
and the class i was banking on isn't even being offered in the fall.
in fact. it's not being offered during the school year at all.
it is being offered over the summer.
and although i will be missing the first week of a four-week course
due to the geology club's two week field trip to Nova Scotia,
it will be worth the catch-up stress just to make space in my fall semester.
in addition to that breathing room,
my required ecosystems ecology class will also count as an upper-level Bio class,
so i don't have to take micro biology. not that i don't want to take micro...
it's just that with Seminar and all, i want to be able to focus all of my attention in one place.
also, this means that i only have two required classes for fall semester,
but i need three in order to be registered as a full-time student...
PERFECT!
now i can fill in the gaps with some de-stress creative processing classes.
ie : photography or printmaking.
wowee!! i am starting to actually look forward to next semester!
as for now, i will stick to my countdown to diana's wedding
(four weeks)
and to the geology club's 2-week Nova Scotia trip...
(five weeks)
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, February 27, 2009
Snowy Solo Summit
it was thursday of last week and i had this overwhelming need to prove something to myself... or maybe at that point it was just that i was bored from sitting through eight hours of lectures that day and it was like spring outside. either way, by the end of friday i was determined not to let myself down; i felt this unremarkable urgency to do something impulsive and i knew the only way i could succeed would be by hiking mount monadnock.
by myself.
up a trail i had
never hiked.
in the snow.
so it was saturday. gorgeous. highs in the high 30s. i packed a bag full of layers [that i never ended up using] and ran to my friend kate's house to borrow her cramp-ons.
the hike was as expected. it started out well enough, with a half mile walk in ankle-deep snow from where i had to ditch my car to the base of the trailhead. the first part of the trail was equally well paced. half an hour in i reached the trail register and had i not stopped to read the notebook inside the ziplock baggy, i would never have known that the trail i was about to hike was "closed." but what was a girl to do? it was the perfect day and i wasn't about to waste it by turning around and going back to my car. and besides, it wasn't for another half hour until i hit ice and actually needed to use the cramp-ons.
after that first small patch of ice the remainder of the trail was much different. the snow was getting deeper and there were parts of the trail that invovled me pushing uphill through thigh-deep snow, cramp-ons clutching to the ice-covered rocks below me. that is, if i could even find the trail... i was hiking the marlboro which is marked only by cairns, which, at this time of year, are still completly covered in snow. later, on the way down, i would not waste my time counting the number of times i came to a spot where my tracks turned round in circles looking for the trail.
there were definately times i thought that i was lost. or that the trail i was following was only taking me farther away from the summit. but really, i figured, the worst that could happen is that if after three hours i am no further up the mountain, and exhausted, i will just follow my footprints back down.
this never ended up being the case, because after only two and a quarter hours i reached the top of the false treeline. half an hour later i was at the top, whistling with the wind.
i tried eating my peanut butter and fluff sandwich but it was too cold, and i was surprisingly not very hungry. i threw the sandwhich back into my bag and started my descent.
on my way up i had felt small and vulnerable. on my way down i felt as big as the mountain. there had been times when i had considered turning around "no one will know" i thought to myself. but that wasn't the point. the point was to prove it to myself that i could do it. and i did.
an hour later i reached my car.
on the radio driving home, speaking of faith was on npr. the guest they had was an astro- physisicst and they were talking about the universe and spirituality. that is probably one of my favorite subjects and after having just conquered the mountain it was a very nice cap to my afternoon of feeling infinite.
by myself.
up a trail i had
never hiked.
in the snow.
so it was saturday. gorgeous. highs in the high 30s. i packed a bag full of layers [that i never ended up using] and ran to my friend kate's house to borrow her cramp-ons.
the hike was as expected. it started out well enough, with a half mile walk in ankle-deep snow from where i had to ditch my car to the base of the trailhead. the first part of the trail was equally well paced. half an hour in i reached the trail register and had i not stopped to read the notebook inside the ziplock baggy, i would never have known that the trail i was about to hike was "closed." but what was a girl to do? it was the perfect day and i wasn't about to waste it by turning around and going back to my car. and besides, it wasn't for another half hour until i hit ice and actually needed to use the cramp-ons.
after that first small patch of ice the remainder of the trail was much different. the snow was getting deeper and there were parts of the trail that invovled me pushing uphill through thigh-deep snow, cramp-ons clutching to the ice-covered rocks below me. that is, if i could even find the trail... i was hiking the marlboro which is marked only by cairns, which, at this time of year, are still completly covered in snow. later, on the way down, i would not waste my time counting the number of times i came to a spot where my tracks turned round in circles looking for the trail.
there were definately times i thought that i was lost. or that the trail i was following was only taking me farther away from the summit. but really, i figured, the worst that could happen is that if after three hours i am no further up the mountain, and exhausted, i will just follow my footprints back down.
this never ended up being the case, because after only two and a quarter hours i reached the top of the false treeline. half an hour later i was at the top, whistling with the wind.
i tried eating my peanut butter and fluff sandwich but it was too cold, and i was surprisingly not very hungry. i threw the sandwhich back into my bag and started my descent.
on my way up i had felt small and vulnerable. on my way down i felt as big as the mountain. there had been times when i had considered turning around "no one will know" i thought to myself. but that wasn't the point. the point was to prove it to myself that i could do it. and i did.
an hour later i reached my car.
on the radio driving home, speaking of faith was on npr. the guest they had was an astro- physisicst and they were talking about the universe and spirituality. that is probably one of my favorite subjects and after having just conquered the mountain it was a very nice cap to my afternoon of feeling infinite.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
the Broken Oven bakery.
also known as, My Kitchen.
we have hit a bit of a monetary crisis in my household, the
old scientist and i. he does not pay me rent until halfway through the month, so if he eats too much food too fast, we go without unless one or both of our significant others breaks down and buys us food. i also have a meal plan at school, so i often hoard foods (or at least fruit) from the dining commons as frequently as possible. i've been known to take bags full of apples at a time, and even to leave in the middle of a paleontology exam in order to bring the remaining six of us numerous chicken patties.
anyway, the long and short of it is, i have run out of substantial meal-making foods for the time being. so, having an abundance of flour sugar and eggs, i did nothing more than go into crazy baking mode.
it all began back in early october when william and i started going on weekly weekend visits to the local apple orchard when he was up from northampton. with these apples i made many a pint of fresh apple juice, small, manageable amounts apple sauce, and finally my new (someday)famous apple crisp.
then, there was the weekend that i went with my family up to our lakehouse in maine and on our way home, before we left town for the winter, we hit up the local orchard, which has grown substantially since the last time i was there - two or three years ago. anyway, my parents decided it was a good idea to get this HUGE bag of apples for us to split between the three of us, which ended up being the downfall of us all. i still have a basketfull of these apples in my kitchen, a month later, waiting patiently to be sliced and left for a night in the dehidrator, or cut up and stewed into sauce.
after the apple spree, i was a bit apple-ed out.
next thing i new, i had a few very brown mushy bananas hanging around in my fruit basket, so i decided to try my hand at banana bread. this was a success, so i repeated it for a second week in a row and this time brought it to william [who, up until now, did not believe that i could bake, due to a number of exceptional failures that he was witness to].
today, wanting to wait on my remaining bananas until they are mooshy enough to be delicious, i decided to dredge out some old organic carrots from the bottom drawer of my refridgerater. these carrots have been in my fridge probably for the last month and a half, if not a solid two months. nevertheless, i was in luck to find that they were not at all limp or brown (with the exception of the greens) like i had expected them to be! i went to town pureeing them in my mini cuisine art and found a nice carrot cake recipe to alter and make my own. i added wheat germ and yogurt and raisins and pecans and [my jack-of-all-trades] allspice and put my oven to work.*
the verdict is that it is pretty delicious. except that i think since i like making things moist and dense this was less like cake and more like a wide, flat loaf. i have decided that it is best sliced warm, elongated and thin and spread generously with butter [it has just enough nuts and raisins to be interesting but not overwhelming].
i am going to make it for thanksgiving to be eaten with dinner [in place of a bread roll or croissant] instead of as a dessert.
*
the thing with my oven is,
it has this tendancy where,
even if i bake at a lower degree,
it overcooks the outside
and just barely cooks through the center.
nonetheless, it still tastes good!
we have hit a bit of a monetary crisis in my household, the
old scientist and i. he does not pay me rent until halfway through the month, so if he eats too much food too fast, we go without unless one or both of our significant others breaks down and buys us food. i also have a meal plan at school, so i often hoard foods (or at least fruit) from the dining commons as frequently as possible. i've been known to take bags full of apples at a time, and even to leave in the middle of a paleontology exam in order to bring the remaining six of us numerous chicken patties.anyway, the long and short of it is, i have run out of substantial meal-making foods for the time being. so, having an abundance of flour sugar and eggs, i did nothing more than go into crazy baking mode.
it all began back in early october when william and i started going on weekly weekend visits to the local apple orchard when he was up from northampton. with these apples i made many a pint of fresh apple juice, small, manageable amounts apple sauce, and finally my new (someday)famous apple crisp.
then, there was the weekend that i went with my family up to our lakehouse in maine and on our way home, before we left town for the winter, we hit up the local orchard, which has grown substantially since the last time i was there - two or three years ago. anyway, my parents decided it was a good idea to get this HUGE bag of apples for us to split between the three of us, which ended up being the downfall of us all. i still have a basketfull of these apples in my kitchen, a month later, waiting patiently to be sliced and left for a night in the dehidrator, or cut up and stewed into sauce.
after the apple spree, i was a bit apple-ed out.
next thing i new, i had a few very brown mushy bananas hanging around in my fruit basket, so i decided to try my hand at banana bread. this was a success, so i repeated it for a second week in a row and this time brought it to william [who, up until now, did not believe that i could bake, due to a number of exceptional failures that he was witness to].today, wanting to wait on my remaining bananas until they are mooshy enough to be delicious, i decided to dredge out some old organic carrots from the bottom drawer of my refridgerater. these carrots have been in my fridge probably for the last month and a half, if not a solid two months. nevertheless, i was in luck to find that they were not at all limp or brown (with the exception of the greens) like i had expected them to be! i went to town pureeing them in my mini cuisine art and found a nice carrot cake recipe to alter and make my own. i added wheat germ and yogurt and raisins and pecans and [my jack-of-all-trades] allspice and put my oven to work.*
the verdict is that it is pretty delicious. except that i think since i like making things moist and dense this was less like cake and more like a wide, flat loaf. i have decided that it is best sliced warm, elongated and thin and spread generously with butter [it has just enough nuts and raisins to be interesting but not overwhelming].
i am going to make it for thanksgiving to be eaten with dinner [in place of a bread roll or croissant] instead of as a dessert.
*
the thing with my oven is,
it has this tendancy where,
even if i bake at a lower degree,
it overcooks the outside
and just barely cooks through the center.
nonetheless, it still tastes good!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
spinning my way to the moon
the summer in review!
i haven't been able to focus at all on schoolwork, so i figured it was time for a pictoral review of missing links as pictures from summer are LONG overdue!
first off, here are some of the first yarns that i spun! the blue i did on my drop spindle, which took forever, but was fun! the green i did on kate's luett spinning wheel and used it for my hat, foliage [ravelry link].
after these small adventures in spinning, i couldn't resist more! the fiber fever hit hard, so
kate and i got some roving and decided to DYE!
it was so messy but so worth it. we used RIT dyes, which might have been a mistake for first-time dying of this sort, but we managed through it anyway. besides, we were doing it at her boyfriends house, so it wasn't like it was our counters we were ruining, right? just kidding. but
i did do my share of bleaching countertops afterwards, anyway!
i haven't been able to focus at all on schoolwork, so i figured it was time for a pictoral review of missing links as pictures from summer are LONG overdue!
first off, here are some of the first yarns that i spun! the blue i did on my drop spindle, which took forever, but was fun! the green i did on kate's luett spinning wheel and used it for my hat, foliage [ravelry link].after these small adventures in spinning, i couldn't resist more! the fiber fever hit hard, so
kate and i got some roving and decided to DYE!
it was so messy but so worth it. we used RIT dyes, which might have been a mistake for first-time dying of this sort, but we managed through it anyway. besides, we were doing it at her boyfriends house, so it wasn't like it was our counters we were ruining, right? just kidding. but
i did do my share of bleaching countertops afterwards, anyway!
so, now that i had this beautiful purple and blue wool, what was i going to do with it? i was leaving to work at camp all summer and would not be around to use kate's spinning wheel. oh my god! i was freaking out! i can't go all summer without being able to spin this gorgeous roving!
it was nagging at me, pulling at all of my nerves. there was nothing i could do. i waited as long as i could for my first paycheck from the summer but chloe was behind on paperwork so finally i just broke down and borrowed the money from my parents and bought
it was nagging at me, pulling at all of my nerves. there was nothing i could do. i waited as long as i could for my first paycheck from the summer but chloe was behind on paperwork so finally i just broke down and borrowed the money from my parents and boughtMY VERY OWN SPINNING WHEEL!
it was so amazing i didn't know what do do with myself. i sanded it and stained it and assembled it in the back of Grube library, the only unoccupied dry space in camp, as it was a horribly rainy week and i couldn't do it outside.
so,
then i spent my summer spinning this absolutely gorgeous and soft corridale yarn that we now affectionately refer to as Purple Rain. i started it as soon as my wheel was assembled during the first session of boys camp, and finished it the week that girls first session ended, just before i left camp and came back home to spend time with kate and william before they left for school.
it was so amazing i didn't know what do do with myself. i sanded it and stained it and assembled it in the back of Grube library, the only unoccupied dry space in camp, as it was a horribly rainy week and i couldn't do it outside.
so,
then i spent my summer spinning this absolutely gorgeous and soft corridale yarn that we now affectionately refer to as Purple Rain. i started it as soon as my wheel was assembled during the first session of boys camp, and finished it the week that girls first session ended, just before i left camp and came back home to spend time with kate and william before they left for school.
...now the problem is, i don't know what to knit with it!!
very vegan sausage links
very vegan sausage links, or
sharla's sausages.
these were originally made as a joke for sharla, christmas 2006, because she does not eat meat.
i thought they were funny so i made more. i wanted to make a scarf, but didn't think it would be very practical!
yarn: pattons? tweed. some type of acrylic. color: raw meat red!!!!
contrasting yarn: i used pink, black, or another red would work as well.
needle size: US size 5
tapestry needle
polyfiberfill
thoughts: i found a tweedy red yarn that made me think of all the little bits of weirdness that you find in sausages. i also made another set of links using a red and white yarn that reminded me of ground beef with a lot of fat
content in it. however, solid reds and red/browns would look fine too.
i used a pink sock yarn for the faces.
PATTERN:
co 3 st.
knit one inch in i-chord
row 1: kfb all stitches (6 st.- transfer onto three needles if using dp)
row 2: k all st.
row 3, 4: repeat rows 1&2 (12 st.)
row 5: *k1fb, k1* to end (18 st.)
knit 20 rows stockinette.
this would be a good time to add a funny face to your sausage if you would like, using a contrasting yarn and a tapestry needle.
stuff sausage with polyfiberfill or stuffing of your choice.
row 26: *k1, k2tog* to end of row (12 st.)
row 27: knit all st.
row 28&29: *k2tog* to end (6 st. at end of row 28, 3 st. at end of row 29)
i-chord 3 rows and begin new sausage.
repeat as many times as you like.
sharla's sausages.
these were originally made as a joke for sharla, christmas 2006, because she does not eat meat.
i thought they were funny so i made more. i wanted to make a scarf, but didn't think it would be very practical!
yarn: pattons? tweed. some type of acrylic. color: raw meat red!!!!
contrasting yarn: i used pink, black, or another red would work as well.
needle size: US size 5
tapestry needle
polyfiberfill
thoughts: i found a tweedy red yarn that made me think of all the little bits of weirdness that you find in sausages. i also made another set of links using a red and white yarn that reminded me of ground beef with a lot of fat
content in it. however, solid reds and red/browns would look fine too.i used a pink sock yarn for the faces.
PATTERN:
co 3 st.
knit one inch in i-chord
row 1: kfb all stitches (6 st.- transfer onto three needles if using dp)
row 2: k all st.
row 3, 4: repeat rows 1&2 (12 st.)
row 5: *k1fb, k1* to end (18 st.)
knit 20 rows stockinette.
this would be a good time to add a funny face to your sausage if you would like, using a contrasting yarn and a tapestry needle.
stuff sausage with polyfiberfill or stuffing of your choice.
row 26: *k1, k2tog* to end of row (12 st.)
row 27: knit all st.
row 28&29: *k2tog* to end (6 st. at end of row 28, 3 st. at end of row 29)
i-chord 3 rows and begin new sausage.
repeat as many times as you like.
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