Tuesday, February 6, 2007
I am not a sports fan, knowing very little about such matters; but I did catch the Super Bowl this past Sunday with my roommate in honor of one of my professors, whose favorite team was the Bears. During the game, my roommate brought this NYT article to my attention, regarding the post-game fate of the T-shirts. Apparently, in anticipation of the outcome, T-shirts are made commemorating the victory of both teams. After the game, there are a whole batch of T-shirts that no one would want to wear; those rooting for the winners obviously don’t want them, and they would provide only stinging sorrow for the losers. What do the officials at the NFL do with all this perfectly nice, serviceable cotton jersey? They send off the batch to underprivileged children in Third World Countries.
Somewhere in a town in Sierra Leone, the Bears were the champions of Super Bowl 2007.
My sleeping habits have been all but regular lately. I woke in the wee hours of the morning to the blaring of a hungry cat, stumbled downstairs and spooned some mash into his bowl. Crawling back into bed, I couldn’t return to sleep right away; through the fuzzy lens of my near-sightedness, I noticed a strange shape of light on my ceiling. The light from the street lamps, or possibly the moon, streamed in between my blinds in such a way as to project a kitchen-knife above my head. When I finally did get back to the business of sleeping, the knife of light managed to work its way into my subconscious.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Hannah has alerted me to the existence of a crazy parent story contest. Better yet, it appears to be crazy Asian parent themed. I had a lot to choose from, but I settled on the one about my dad’s bug repellent. I’m not even sure about the prizes offered in the contest, which are two DVDs for movies unknown to me. It’s about the principle.
The fact of the matter is, chiaroscuro and I have the craziest parents of anyone we know, and possibly anyone on the Internets. Sure, we weren’t fathered by Idi Amin or (s)mothered by Joan Crawford or anything; our parents are more or less good people. Being raised by these two individuals has taught me that good personhood does not necessitate sanity.
With that said, the latest little update in my mother’s mad life is that she wants to sue the Pennsylvania DMV.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
I spent the entire month of December knitting as quickly as possible. Afterwards, my hands were so cramped I didn’t even want to look at knitting, let alone take carefully posed photographs of it to share on the internet. I gifted several items neglecting to document them first, but here are a couple that I managed to catch on their way out. Thanks, in part, to my awesome photographer sister (bet you’ll never guess which two she took!), here are some of the crafty things I’ve made:
[Now featuring a panda and a Daisy!]
