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You American folk! Go vote, galdarnit!
Nov. 4th, 2008 01:17 pmGo take what fragile democratic rights you have and use them!
No excuses - the rest of the world is watching!
No excuses - the rest of the world is watching!
Nov. 4th, 2008
And happy birthday to me too
Nov. 4th, 2008 05:03 pmThe actual day was low key, but included several small gems.
My sweetie accompanied me as we trotted to Oxford Street for a short visit to Macculloch & Wallis, haberdashers, to find some eyelet tape. I have some hopes of completing a long-term 3Rs project in time for University, and part of it requires changing hooks and eyes on a bodice & skirt to lacing points...
We decamped to a cafe for coffee and danish, then on book-wards to Waterstone's, in search of the new Terry Pratchett, now in hand, courtesy of my sweetie. Ok, it's not the Luttrell Psalter, but it's hard to pull off a Psalter-sized gift every year.
Stopped at Cornelissen & Sons for more pergamenata, and picked up an oak gall ink - I already have an iron gall ink, and I'm very happy with it, so I'm keen to see how this one is different.
On for a brief browse of the British Museum - this time the Greek bits, which we hadn't seen before - very nicely presented, lots of room, good lighting, mix of shinies like gold jewelry and 'plainer' pots, urns and assorted items. Robert found only two 'items of ritual significance' (the catchall phrase to cover 'we haven't a sweet effing clue what it's for' loved by archeologists).
As always I'm entranced by mosaics - several lovely large ones now mounted in the stairwells, excavated from what is now Turkey and Carthage in the 19th century. ('The British Museum - nickin' yur artyfacts since 1753'). I'd so love to have mosaic floors! Presumeably with the staff to clean them, of course. These Mediterranean ones are much finer, w/ smaller tessarae, than the British examples. Better stones, better artists, presumeably.
And on to stitch n bitch, at the Watling.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zmiya_san had thoughtfully made a huge cake, which we started to cut into, but were told by the staff that it's naughty to bring our own food in (humph, like they'd make as nice a cake!). I also got very thoughtful pressies from edith_hedingham and zmiya_san , totally unlooked for.
I did get more knitting done, but I am determined we move to a new location. (The staffer at Waterstones suggested possibly their branch at Piccadilly - central, huge, with coffee and loos. A possibility. Other bookshops with coffee are a thought, though it might be terribly distracting...)
Back at home, Peregrine and Emayn were waiting for me to release their latest box of treasures - deliveries sent by sea post while they were in Vietnam - silk, silk velvet and more clothes. They promise they're swearing off fabric shopping for awhile, but we'll see. Unfortunately their Seriously Big Box o' Stuff from Home arrives 3 days after University, so they'll still have to borrow kit for this event, and have to hold off on showing off their own fabulous sewing and embroidery til possibly Yule Ball, or maybe St. Ethelburga's.
They've found a furnished flat in Enfield, walking distance to P's work, and to the train station, which is brilliant, and promise a housewarming soon.
One downside of the day was the soul-sucking interview at the Jobcentre, but I've come to expect it from them...
the other was forgetting to phone my parents. They called, but we use the landline so rarely I forgot to check messages! argh. I always figure parents deserve as much congratulations on a birthday as the birthday person - they're the ones who did the prep work after all.
Total: gifties, treats and cake, less 1/2 hour wasted at Jobcentre. On the balance, not bad.
Today was back to the data mines. Apparently at 3/4 agencies, dropping off a CV in person makes no damn difference at all. None of them could find it, or had a record of it, and all asked for me to send it again. Sigh.
One registration interview on Friday.
One call to do one day's work in Battersea - a mere 1 hr 45 to 2 hrs commute. Maybe not this time!
My sweetie accompanied me as we trotted to Oxford Street for a short visit to Macculloch & Wallis, haberdashers, to find some eyelet tape. I have some hopes of completing a long-term 3Rs project in time for University, and part of it requires changing hooks and eyes on a bodice & skirt to lacing points...
We decamped to a cafe for coffee and danish, then on book-wards to Waterstone's, in search of the new Terry Pratchett, now in hand, courtesy of my sweetie. Ok, it's not the Luttrell Psalter, but it's hard to pull off a Psalter-sized gift every year.
Stopped at Cornelissen & Sons for more pergamenata, and picked up an oak gall ink - I already have an iron gall ink, and I'm very happy with it, so I'm keen to see how this one is different.
On for a brief browse of the British Museum - this time the Greek bits, which we hadn't seen before - very nicely presented, lots of room, good lighting, mix of shinies like gold jewelry and 'plainer' pots, urns and assorted items. Robert found only two 'items of ritual significance' (the catchall phrase to cover 'we haven't a sweet effing clue what it's for' loved by archeologists).
As always I'm entranced by mosaics - several lovely large ones now mounted in the stairwells, excavated from what is now Turkey and Carthage in the 19th century. ('The British Museum - nickin' yur artyfacts since 1753'). I'd so love to have mosaic floors! Presumeably with the staff to clean them, of course. These Mediterranean ones are much finer, w/ smaller tessarae, than the British examples. Better stones, better artists, presumeably.
And on to stitch n bitch, at the Watling.
zmiya_san had thoughtfully made a huge cake, which we started to cut into, but were told by the staff that it's naughty to bring our own food in (humph, like they'd make as nice a cake!). I also got very thoughtful pressies from edith_hedingham and zmiya_san , totally unlooked for.I did get more knitting done, but I am determined we move to a new location. (The staffer at Waterstones suggested possibly their branch at Piccadilly - central, huge, with coffee and loos. A possibility. Other bookshops with coffee are a thought, though it might be terribly distracting...)
Back at home, Peregrine and Emayn were waiting for me to release their latest box of treasures - deliveries sent by sea post while they were in Vietnam - silk, silk velvet and more clothes. They promise they're swearing off fabric shopping for awhile, but we'll see. Unfortunately their Seriously Big Box o' Stuff from Home arrives 3 days after University, so they'll still have to borrow kit for this event, and have to hold off on showing off their own fabulous sewing and embroidery til possibly Yule Ball, or maybe St. Ethelburga's.
They've found a furnished flat in Enfield, walking distance to P's work, and to the train station, which is brilliant, and promise a housewarming soon.
One downside of the day was the soul-sucking interview at the Jobcentre, but I've come to expect it from them...
the other was forgetting to phone my parents. They called, but we use the landline so rarely I forgot to check messages! argh. I always figure parents deserve as much congratulations on a birthday as the birthday person - they're the ones who did the prep work after all.
Total: gifties, treats and cake, less 1/2 hour wasted at Jobcentre. On the balance, not bad.
Today was back to the data mines. Apparently at 3/4 agencies, dropping off a CV in person makes no damn difference at all. None of them could find it, or had a record of it, and all asked for me to send it again. Sigh.
One registration interview on Friday.
One call to do one day's work in Battersea - a mere 1 hr 45 to 2 hrs commute. Maybe not this time!
