Pause

February 7th, 2013

Another night bites the dust. And I have nothing to show for it. I noticed that I was really in the mood to work on my knitting tonight. Then I fell asleep before heading up to bed. So much for reading before hitting the hay. Whine, whine, whine.

Alas, I should have written tonight about shooting a scene for the Bike Snob video this morning, may even posting one of his previous book trailers, but there’s no time or desire to make that happen. When it’s done I’ll make sure to post it. Suffice to say, I haven’t worn that much spandex in a long, long time. Pretending to be a roadie was plain silly, knowing how often I ride more than two miles at a given time. I’m much more of an urban cyclist these days. A casual commuter. Where’s my Public Bikes bike?

Time’s up

February 6th, 2013

I need to accept that I only really have time to do one thing a day. The way I have structured my life lately, I wake up, perhaps run, work, eat dinner and then go to bed. My runs are the one piece of additional activity I’ve odds on the past eight months. If I had my druthers, I’d stay in bed with the doggies longer, but, clearly, that’s not a well-rounded life.

The almost-midnight typing into this phone don’t count as writing. There’s rarely time set aside for reading. And I can’t remember how many days it’s been since I knit. What about being social, writing letters, responding to personal email, cooking, meditation, drawing and yoga? I need to track down (hunt and kill) more time to do more important things.

All set(list)

February 5th, 2013

I’m not much of a mix-tape maker. Same goes with playlists. I feel a responsibility to listen to albums in their entirety. You know, as the artist intended and to prove my devotion. (As if they would know in what order I consume their craft.) I don’t mingle with single jingles.

I was recently asked to make a list of songs by one of my favorite artists for a friend’s birthday. Perhaps your heard of her (the artist, not my friend)?

Here’s a mini-setlist for Dar Williams were she to play for your happy day:

  • When I Was a Boy
  • You’re Aging Well
  • Midnight Radio (cover from Hedwig and the Angry Inch)
  • What Do You Hear in these Sounds
  • It’s Alright
  • Better Things
  • As Cool as I Am
  • The Babysitter’s Here

There are plenty of other amazing songs (February, The Ocean, The Great Unknown, Iowa), but, if it were my birthday, I maybe wouldn’t want to be sobbing. (Dar has had that effect on me.)

So use your favorite music consumption vehicle (YouTube, Spotify, iTunes) and have yourself an upbeat little birthday party with Dar.

Too little, too late

February 4th, 2013

As in I have too little to say anything here and it’s far too late to make something up.

Plus I’m grumpy.

Staring at a phone screen at emails that can wait until tomorrow does not make my life richer. Boundaries wanted.

Running in the past

February 3rd, 2013

Surprise scamper buddy for SF half today: Tara. We broke 2 hours, running every step together. I hadn’t done today’s race since 2003, and I probably haven’t run with Tara for equally as long, if not longer. I truly miss working at Clif Bar. I am fortunate for so many wonderful friendships and memories from my nine years there. It made me who I am today. Getting to revisit it and catch up with a friend as we scampered made today feel more like hanging out than an effort. It also underscored my belief that a half marathon is a sensible, yet significant enough distance to have in one’s life.

More runs like that, please.

Pre-race crab loading

February 2nd, 2013

Scampering a half-marathon tomorrow. A swim teammate of C’s enjoys fishing and crabbing, only he’s allergic to shellfish. Lucky for us he’s not selfish with his crustaceans.

My favorite girl is 9

February 1st, 2013

Happy 9th birthday, Janie Sparkles. You’re the prettiest princess in all the land.

Habit forming

January 31st, 2013

I can squeeze in a second post today just for the sake of saying I post about once a day, but what if I have nothing to say? It’s the last day of January and I can hold my head up high knowing ice posted approximately every day for over six weeks now. That’s a habit, right?

Can I quit now?

No photography please

January 31st, 2013

Wicked me. This is the ceiling of The Orpheum theater. Photography was not allowed there. It was my first time seeing Wicked. It wasn’t Wicked good, but nor was it Mis√©rable(s).

Logo-gical

January 29th, 2013

I haven’t really updated the look of this site much since I launched the domain. Tweaked the words in the sidebar, here and there, but that’s it.

Back in 2009, while watching a documentary about the font Helvetica, the idea for a hizknits logo came to me. I sketched it out for a friend and designer at work, and within less than an hour, I had my own visual identity! Mark is responsible for adding in the “bathroom” guy and making the whole thing look amazing.

Just as my knitting has progressed from my first 2×2 chunky hat back in 2004, it was time to remove the old photo-based banner (which was a detail of that first hat). I’ve finally changed the header to “my” logo. If you view the non-mobile version of this site (not in an RSS feed), you can see what I’m talking about in the upper right corner.

Never would I have predicted where knitting has taken me, who it’s brought into my life and whether I’d be still doing it after starting in 2004. But I’m sure glad it done all that and more.

Here’s to at least eight more years!