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I've always been pretty fascinated by all kinds of etymology, so I've been looking at the history of English orthography lately, particularly the weird differences in spelling between British and American English, which I guess is mainly down to Samuel Johnson and Noah Webster, respectively. The Wikipedia article is pretty neat, and does a lot to explain why I have so much trouble remembering how to spell certain words (I'm looking at you, "dependent").
I continue to search for the perfect recipe that will let me not feel sort of resigned about eating cabbage. This one looks promising, but I welcome any suggestions, especially if they can be made vegetarian.
Spinning continues as there is time for it, mainly during work meetings. I can tell that I've got more progress to make on getting a consistent weight. I'm much better with a drop spindle for a consistent single than with the wheel. Need more practice!
Recently I've been trying to introduce more ritual into my rather mundane existence. The other day the kid asked what I was doing, and I said, "I'm ritualistically loading the dishwasher! It's magic!" "No it isn't," said the kid. "Yes it is. It's a kind of spell that helps me weave a protective shield around my brain to ward off messy and intrusive thoughts." The kid was unimpressed, but I'm hoping this will work at least a little.
...I don't actually have any king-related stuff to say here. I just wanted to riff on The Walrus and the Carpenter.
I continue to search for the perfect recipe that will let me not feel sort of resigned about eating cabbage. This one looks promising, but I welcome any suggestions, especially if they can be made vegetarian.
Spinning continues as there is time for it, mainly during work meetings. I can tell that I've got more progress to make on getting a consistent weight. I'm much better with a drop spindle for a consistent single than with the wheel. Need more practice!
Recently I've been trying to introduce more ritual into my rather mundane existence. The other day the kid asked what I was doing, and I said, "I'm ritualistically loading the dishwasher! It's magic!" "No it isn't," said the kid. "Yes it is. It's a kind of spell that helps me weave a protective shield around my brain to ward off messy and intrusive thoughts." The kid was unimpressed, but I'm hoping this will work at least a little.
...I don't actually have any king-related stuff to say here. I just wanted to riff on The Walrus and the Carpenter.
