<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499</id><updated>2012-02-13T17:15:35.108-08:00</updated><category term='Barbarella'/><category term='House Hunting'/><category term='socks'/><category term='lace'/><category term='Geometry'/><category term='Oddness'/><category term='Walter Scott'/><category term='Nick Cave'/><category term='Handsome Triangle'/><category term='Glacier Preservation'/><category term='Napoleon'/><category term='memes'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='Good things about this year'/><category term='Cider'/><category term='Dumas'/><category term='Haruki Murakami'/><category term='surreality'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>631</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-854208464470381006</id><published>2010-10-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T07:25:57.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>the list so far</title><content type='html'>In the interests of assuring all who may be concerned that I am still active in teh reading circuit here is a list of what I ahve read so far this year:&lt;br /&gt;2010 total (67)&lt;br /&gt;January (5) Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters vol.2, Gordon Dahlquist Count Karlstein, Phillip Pullman Dream and Reverie, Charles deLint The Dark Volume, Gordon Dahlquist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February (5) the Alkhemaster’s Apprentice, Walter Moers Plum Pie, PG Wodehouse Fairy Tale, Raymond Feist Blandings Castle, PG Wodehouse hikaru no go no.18, yumi hotta&lt;br /&gt;March (5) The Book of Heroes, Miyuke Miyabe Regenesis, CJ Cherryh Uncle Fred in the Springtime, PG Wodehouse Planet Walker, John Francis Children’s Literature:A Reader’s History from Aesop to Harry Potter, Seth Lerer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April (8) Black Out, Connie Willis Nothing Serious, PG Wodehouse Tuck, Stephen Lawhead The Mysterious Island, Jules Verne The Island of Dr. Moreau, HG Wells The True Deceiver, Tove Jansson The Confidence-Man, Herman Melville The Haunted Looking Glass, Stories chosen by Edward Gorey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May (10) Dreams in the Witch House, HP Lovecraft The Elusive Pimpernel, Baroness Orczy The Sorceress, Michael Scott Moomins (the complete Comic Strip) vol. IV, Tove Jansson Down Below Station, CJ Cherryh The Manual of Detection, Jedediah Berry I, Robot, Isaac Asimov Foundation, Isaac Asimov Foundation and Empire, Isaac Asimov Second Foundation, Isaac Asimov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June (6) Have His Carcase, Dorothy L. Sayers The Prisoner, Peter Disch The Time Machine, HG Wells Indiscretions of Archie, PG Wodehouse Chicot, the Jester, Alexandre Dumas the Harliquinade,Dion Clayton Calthrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July(6) In Search of Robinson Crusoe, Tim Severin Lulu, Samuel Bernstein Scaramouche I,II, III, Rafael Sabatini Kon-Tiki, Thor Heyerdahl Blind in One Ear, Patrick MacNee The Jason Voyage, Tim Severin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August (11) Erewhon, Samuel Butler The Demolished Man, Bester The City and the City, CHina Mieville The Scar, China Mieville Eyrbiggia’s Saga, anon. The Prince of Mists, Carlos Ruiz Zabon The War of the Worlds, HG Wells The Invisible Man, HG Wells the Voyage of the Argo, Apollonius of Rhodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September (5) Hell,Yatsutaka Tsutsui Beau Brummell: the Ultimate Man of Style, Ian Kelly Les Diaboliques, Barbay d’Aurivilley Sunshine, Robin McKinley Aurorama Jean Christophe Valtat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October (6) The Dream of Perpetual Motion, Dexter Palmer Aria de Capo, Edna St. Vincent Millay The Best of Charles de Lint,Charles de Lint The Dolls, Francesca Lia Block Four Emminent Victorians, L.Strachey The Land of Laughs, Jonathan Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-854208464470381006?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/854208464470381006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=854208464470381006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/854208464470381006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/854208464470381006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#854208464470381006' title='the list so far'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5116871722253708978</id><published>2009-07-11T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:53:47.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaiman'/><title type='text'>What I won't do for him</title><content type='html'>So a week or so ago I was all excited. I found out Neil Gaiman was coming to San Fran and tickets were on sale. I went to the affiliated book store, found a book to buy then went to the counter. the clerk was new so I said no problem and waited for the experienced person to be available. Mean while another customer with a rather loud and insistent voice kept saying "I was told I could order it" not bothering to include the who it was who said or the what it was he supposedly could order. Things got worked out and I was next.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made my purchase and asked about the ticket. The clerk looked confused (can you see it coming?) then told me, "Oh that was for last year," (teach me to look at the whole date.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was back at ye olde Gaiman site when, lo and behold. He is coming to SF after all: next Sunday. But, only 100 people can go and you have to pre-order a book to get a ticket. I checked the link and only 7 tix were left as of last night. Which means over 90 were sold in two days. Dilemma: should I go to the city to wait until the store opened, wielding my cash in hand? Should I wait by the phone, finger on the auto redial? What to do what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, yes, I did wake up at the crack of dawn to make sure I didn't miss the 11am opening of the seller. Yes, I did wait until 11:01 to call. Patience is a virtue after all. And, yes, I have a ticket!****CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5116871722253708978?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5116871722253708978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5116871722253708978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5116871722253708978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5116871722253708978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5116871722253708978' title='What I won&apos;t do for him'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-4958184501469024818</id><published>2009-07-07T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:40:38.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Some interesting Elements</title><content type='html'>Long live Claudius! Clearly I have reached one of my goals. (I've already read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Claudius the God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so i do know what happens as per Mr. Graves.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did return to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Mutual Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning, but that was after a few days dalliance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(the Return of Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and Sam Spade &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(the Maltese Falcon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I even went out looking for more Hammett in the hood but apparently he is not so popular this side of the bay. Considering the increase in BART and MUNI I am most unwilling o go to San Fran to purchase him. Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently uploading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the Graveyard Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I can have some spoken as well as sung words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opted to do summer camps this year: one for plots and one for poetry. My plot camp has participants running in age from 6 to 10. The mind boggles. At any rate I'm going to the tried and true fairy tale venue and may throw in some of the older myths (Irish mostly). Do wish me luck. I've ordered Christopher Booker's t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he Seven Basic Plots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a reference but at an amazing 700+ pages hardly think it will be fully studied before the camp begins.***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-4958184501469024818?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/4958184501469024818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=4958184501469024818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4958184501469024818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4958184501469024818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4958184501469024818' title='Some interesting Elements'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-4337921415350276334</id><published>2009-07-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:41:03.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dickens'/><title type='text'>Mem-ries</title><content type='html'>Ah Summer Break. The reason, I hear, that many go into the teaching profession. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? Never had a summer break as a teacher until I started teaching in Portland. Now that I'm back in CA I have thee weeks of Summer Break. So let's see how much reading I can squeeze in shall we?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I have read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Merlin Conspiracy, DW Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Watch (russian sci-fi author, sue me I don't have the book right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borderliners, Peter Hoeg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Thin Man, Dashiell Hammett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goals? Why yes I have goals. sane. reasonable. perfectly obtainable ones too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Claudius, Robert Graves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy (the original which eliminates about 300+ pages, thank you very much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Count of Monte Cristo, Alexander Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost done with the first: Augustus is dead, Livia's dead, Tiberius is dead, Sajaenus is dead and Caligula has ascended the throne, so not much more left to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessee anything else? Hmm I have an ipod. Lovely thing that. Makes one realise one has a heck of a lot more music than one thought and perhaps one should have gotten the largest capacity after all? Oh well.***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-4337921415350276334?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/4337921415350276334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=4337921415350276334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4337921415350276334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4337921415350276334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4337921415350276334' title='Mem-ries'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3886348579769870061</id><published>2008-12-29T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:23:55.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black adder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wodehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayers'/><title type='text'>Y Come estas?</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long while hasn't it? Not to raise any hopes but it looks to be a long while again. This year, for what ever reason, is incredibly busy. So I'm popping in to at least list the books I've read since Winter Break began. (I have lots more in stacks -like so many homeless looking for an apartment, but there you go).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Old Curiousity Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Psmith, Journalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t, PJ Wodehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Complete Lord Wimsey Short Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Dorothy Sayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father Brown, the Essential collection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Robison Crusoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Daniel DeFoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Study in Scarle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t, Conan Doyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During November one of my students presented a research on Queen Elizabeth (I'm insisting that all my third years research two historic persons- one ancient and one modern), consequently I thought it might be good if I knew a little about Good Queen Bess myself (somehow Blackadder didn't seem historic enough y'know). So I read t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he Virgin Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queen Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the 1970's BBC productions) and have subsequently read the biographies of Cardinal Wolsey and Sir Thomas More. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just imagine my reaction to borrowing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TheTudors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; series from that library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, thugs in the hood or what? I honestly thought central heating had not been invented until way past Henry the Eighth's time but the way those crewcut nabobs went at the wenching I guess I was wrong.  And about the crewcuts ... Sorry, were the portraitists of the time making it up as they went along? Such clean shaven lads I never did see 'til the 20th century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3886348579769870061?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3886348579769870061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3886348579769870061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3886348579769870061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3886348579769870061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3886348579769870061' title='Y Come estas?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-802275866180709555</id><published>2008-10-07T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:18:27.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Extra Extra</title><content type='html'>Recently read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Master of Ballantrae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (or the monk by any other Scottish I have a really nasty brother and he is junst not okay, name). Still if you liked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kidnapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why would you deny yourself this one. Fun adventure read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Neil Gaiman It's a Gaiman why would you need to know more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quakelands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Francesca Lia Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Bonnie Lighthorseman, Being the Further Adventures of Jackie Faber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, LA Meyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Heart of Midlothian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Sir Walter Scott and some Bram Stoker which has to do with Egypt and Mummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-802275866180709555?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/802275866180709555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=802275866180709555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/802275866180709555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/802275866180709555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#802275866180709555' title='Extra Extra'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5600995624725030529</id><published>2008-09-28T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:13:33.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Woden you know</title><content type='html'>Recently read;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chalice&lt;/span&gt;, Robin McKinley (2??pp)I don't have it with me so I'm guesstimating the page count. If you like bees, honey, elemental magic as well as manor house stories this one will suit you. There are beauty and that beast elements but I've been hard put to find a McKinley that doesn't have that in it somewhere (which is quite all right by me). It is a sweet story and nothing like Sunshine except in the independent I'm going to do what I need to do heroine category. Pretty signature McKinley :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runemarks&lt;/span&gt;, Mary Harris (527 pp) This is a tale involving the Norse Pantheon and a young girl who has a ruinmark thus causing her village to fear her. A goblin named Sugar, a new Order which bears uncanny resemblance o the Inquisition and a none too subtle thread of God versus the Gods. Much emphasizing of the Word being made flesh (nudge nudge wink wink). I suppose if the Dark Materials series as intentionally anti organized religion this book is the more blatant version of it. I  prefer teh Pullman. Very modern speaking gods by the by. Okay to read. I read it hoping for more layers but there you go. Wait for the paperback is my suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Master of Ballantree&lt;/span&gt;, R. L. Stevenson****CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5600995624725030529?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5600995624725030529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5600995624725030529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5600995624725030529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5600995624725030529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5600995624725030529' title='Woden you know'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2652426954773035869</id><published>2008-09-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:27:57.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black adder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Mckinley'/><title type='text'>From the depths I return</title><content type='html'>I finally found a way to get Edmund and its been keeping me sane during these interesting weeks of prepping a brand new classroom by oneself not knowing who, if anyone, will be working with me and then having the person who would decide to work somewhere else so they hire a person who can start working but only on the very first day of school (and who speaks no english while I speak no spanish) so okay at least they found an assistant who knows how to be with the children but turns out she got accepted to graduate school and could only be with us for two weeks but hey they found someone else who (for what ever reason) decided this past week that the best way to heat up english muffins for the children was in a glass tray on a stovetop burner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah: Edmund Black Adder has been a spot of all right. Well that and seeing Nick Cave last night :) What a fabulous show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crossing to Paradise, Kevin Crossely-Holland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chalice, Robin McKinley***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2652426954773035869?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2652426954773035869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2652426954773035869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2652426954773035869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2652426954773035869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2652426954773035869' title='From the depths I return'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6113138493914994205</id><published>2008-07-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:13:50.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black adder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy tales'/><title type='text'>Avenant or Bete or Ardent?</title><content type='html'>I had a hard time falling asleep lat night (the fact that it was 4 in the morning is beside the point) I kept wondering if I had put in the correct dates for my vacation request. Were they going to expect me in today instead of next Monday?&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the city today to pick up some loose leaf tea as well as see if it would be possible to purchase the series from a real time vendor. I tried ordering on line but for some reason they refused to believe that m method of payment was really what I said it was. Makes you think doesn't it? Just because our card calls itself AmerigoQuick*** or DominantCard or Freedom doesn't mean it is. It's really just a clever disguise. It's a Credit Card Carnival Masquerade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid on-line ordering monopolies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the mega-shop where I found out that yes I could order it from them but only three volumes as the others are discontinued (?!) and it would take 3 - 6 weeks and I would have to leave a deposit which would be refunded to be used as a credit for a purchase with that particular store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okaaaay. I said, "I need to think about it."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I browsed instead. Found a copy of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stardus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Hard Days Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on sale then wandered looking for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amelie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't find it. But I found the Criterion section. Oooo a section to buy criteria who'd have thought! Wonder what a criteria looks like when it's not being scientific? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out it's a label for a selection of films that are supposed to be the criteria of filmmaking. Yeah but whose? I don't think it's the criteria of all film makers everywhere cause some of them... it ranged from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pandora's Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;l to t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he 400 Blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Samurai Trilog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Slackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time bandits....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT they did have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;La Belle et la Bete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the aforementioned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pandora's Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I watched tonight as I continued to knit the forever flare? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was doing the public commute I also started the Sky Sock from Cat Bordhi's book. Finished one cuff and I'm on the second of three repeats for the leg. I like the fact that she has baby sox as first experiments before starting with an adult sock. Not only do I get an idea of what I'm letting myself in for but, since one of my team members is expecting and two staff recently got married. I can start a prezzie stash ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6113138493914994205?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6113138493914994205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6113138493914994205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6113138493914994205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6113138493914994205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6113138493914994205' title='Avenant or Bete or Ardent?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8521497941093300144</id><published>2008-07-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:57:06.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Dandelion</title><content type='html'>I couldn't stand it anymore so I bought&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Blood Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Francesca Lia Block this afternoon. Finished it too. Not that it's a long book. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaah. I feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vampyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tampopo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vampyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a 1930's german film. I think suffocating a demon with fresh flour is pretty original. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tampopo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was just as fun as I remembered it being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've restarted the knit skirt I was making a month ago. Since it is worked from the waist down the rounds take longer and longer the closer I come to finishing. I have one pattern repeat (20 rounds) to go before I can start the flare: at the soonest. If I want the skirt to be longer than knee length I'll need to do more repeats before the flare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also started working with Cat Bordhi's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New Pathways for Sock Knitters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Made my first Sky sock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****CV &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8521497941093300144?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8521497941093300144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8521497941093300144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8521497941093300144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8521497941093300144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8521497941093300144' title='Dandelion'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2648581255094340228</id><published>2008-07-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:10:53.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black adder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balzac'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alphaville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sam spade secret agent visits a town operated by a computer. All the women are numbered and some citizens are encouraged to suicide if they cannot adapt  and if incapable of either are executed. Something like nazi germany meets Bladerunner and hal is president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the Sea Hawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errol Flynn. Need I say more? Okay Alan Hale is there too and Claude Rains. But really Flynn should be enough. To quote Elizabeth about "Flash": 'I've got such a crush on him'. Well who else could have been the original Man In Black??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Melmoth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has put me off my reading. Only 200 more pages to go. I think I can I think I can. The fact that Balzac has written a conclusion to this book is the only thing keeping me at it. I've been dabbling in non fiction: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yoga Moralit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y by Georg Fuerstein (about the yamas essentially), and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Disciplined Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Howard Gardner (he of the Multiple Intelligences theory).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other films watched include: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the Triplets of Belleville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Robin Hood (Douglas Fairbanks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Roxanne (Steve Martin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the DVDs I've actually been knitting again. I've completed one felted bag, finished a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noro fan and feather scarf and just need to make the handles and lining for two intarsia bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I really enjoyed watching the Black Adders and I'm considering owning the set. With that thought in mind I perused the offerings. I'm tempted to present what I found as a lesson in consumerism for some of my class, viz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the opportunity to own a complete set of films which you know you will enjoy. The set is 100 dollars. Do you get it? Perhaps you want to now what is meant by a complete set? Thus a complete set is 5 DVDs. So that is roughly 20 dollars per. Well you know you will like it ad watch it so do you get it? Perhaps you are curious how much each costs if purchased individually? Okay they are 15 dollars individually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my confusion? Why if I want the whole set does it cost more for one package then if I buy each of them indivdually?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2648581255094340228?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2648581255094340228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2648581255094340228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2648581255094340228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2648581255094340228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2648581255094340228' title=''/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7648226499018715852</id><published>2008-07-15T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:19:44.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black adder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent films'/><title type='text'>A Turnip that Looks Just lIke a.....</title><content type='html'>I've been renting lots f movies lately. I recently discovered that my local library has a fairly decent collection and so I've taken advantage. They have all the Black Adders as well as silents. Yesterday I watched the Douglas Fairbanks version of the Three Musketeers and this evening John Barrymore in The Charming Rogue (about Francois Villon).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side note: HRH Elizabeth makes a comment about Edmund and parties and how he always wears very "tight tights". So does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Msr&lt;/span&gt;. Barrymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a complaint about the silents on DVD and if anyone can recommend good versions I'd be grateful. My complaint is the soundtracks. Scott Joplin durng a romantic scene or Swan Lake during a fighting scene is not necessarily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appropo&lt;/span&gt;. I know that originally compositions were made to be played during the actual performance of these films. Have the scores been lost? Can the companies just not be bothered? It's irritating and I'm somewhat tempted to score the films myself just (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; create my own compilations) to have a better experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still reading&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melmoth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the Wanderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is really a trying experience. I find myself skimming whole paragraphs in order to move the action along. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Melmoth&lt;/span&gt; has finally turned up and is attempting to corrupt an innocent island girl by explaining all the religions of the world to her. This consists of (from what I can make out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;presuming&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maturin&lt;/span&gt; knew more about his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Protestantism&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; else and this is his excuse) Seeva worship (though the idol sounds like Kali), Hari (which is what Krishna is called but apparently this hari requires the sacrifice of babies), Brahma (is a goddess??),  Juggernaut (no idea) Turkish (which he identifies as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt;), and generic christianity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I would prefer it if a person is going to incorporate spirituality of other faiths they at least match the proper deity name with that particular deity's worship. Or make it all up: names and rituals. It's just too confusing and I find myself more interested in making proper names and notes in the margins than actually reading the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into a similar issue last week reading the preface to a collection of Sindbad the Sailor stories. The translator was talking about castes in India and identified  Bhramins as the warrior caste and Kshatryia as the intellectuals. I'm not denying brains or fighting spirit to either ncessarily but I thought it was the reverse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7648226499018715852?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7648226499018715852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7648226499018715852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7648226499018715852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7648226499018715852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7648226499018715852' title='A Turnip that Looks Just lIke a.....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6960027981110931443</id><published>2008-07-10T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:11:08.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Have I ever mentioned my problem with a certain parcel delivery company? I find this challenge slightly ironic considering that during my study of Organizational Behavior this particular company was held up as a good example of efficiency towards customers and employees.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to stay I spent my entire day at home awaiting delivery of a package from said company only to find - when I went online, at 4:30pm,  to track it- that the package had been delivered at 2:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's odd, I thought. It has been delivered but I do not have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called the company of purchase to see what they knew and got confirmation that if the parcel service had somehow messed up I could get a replacement: then they gave me the customer service number of the boys in brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called. I stated my name, number and address very clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out that even though I was very specific about my address they decided to deliver it to my neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do have it now. So Mr. McGoohan and I spent some time in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28452064@N05/"&gt;the Village&lt;/a&gt; this evening. ***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6960027981110931443?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6960027981110931443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6960027981110931443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6960027981110931443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6960027981110931443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6960027981110931443' title='Have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3192267652617734847</id><published>2008-07-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:24:13.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gothics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>John, Emma, Peter, and Edie</title><content type='html'>Well I figured out how to move my pictures from the camera to my computer. The tricky part is moving it from the computer to the blog. I somehow don't think it should take five minutes to upload. It never has before.&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Casino Royale, Ian Fleming&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (181pp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that started it all. It shows too. But now I now when Bond met Felix, about S department, and Mathis. I never quite understood the misogynist bit that has been credited to Bond. Until the last line of this story. Oh, Now I get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melmoth the Wandere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r by Maturin. Some pretty eye-rolling over the top gothic moments so far: um Sra. Moncado, I really don't think your child, no matter how much he loathes becoming a monk, will walk over your prostrated body in order not to become one.  No really this is one of the scenes in the first volume of a four volume story. I am no where near the climax. The author is still introducing the players. And even though he was clergy he does not seem to like the church. He keeps insulting it and its practices: especially the Jesuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently watched:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter Gunn (series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Avengers (series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Adder III (series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3192267652617734847?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3192267652617734847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3192267652617734847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3192267652617734847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3192267652617734847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3192267652617734847' title='John, Emma, Peter, and Edie'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1876817856414850812</id><published>2008-07-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:33:40.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>As You Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kenilworth&lt;/span&gt;, Sir Walter Scott (392 pp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have no idea who the main character of this story is. Perhaps it is the castle Kenilworth after all. The hero is Tressilion but he so seldom appears one wonders. Then there is the Earl of Leicester and with his attempt to become Elizabeth's King, while married to someone else (ahem, this is Queen Elizabeth he's trying to fool?) so perhaps he is the villain... but no, that is definitely Varney. Anyway it is a very well written story as well as language and historical allusions go. Much better than&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Ivanhoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my opinion - of course that wouldn't be hard, Ivanhoe is such a schmuck. Wonderful epigraphs before every chapter and I think Scott had much fun in writing this tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Reavers&lt;/span&gt;, George Macdonald Fraser (268 pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never read a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Flashman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; story. I'm tempted to now. Very fun and very modern in its Elizabethan  splendour. Loved the seesaws of doom. And really: haggis torture. Who'd have ever thought of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Ladies of Grace Adieu&lt;/span&gt;, Susanna Clarke (235 pp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this has been around enough that most people are aware of what it contains. Short stories along the lines of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Around the World in Eighty Days&lt;/span&gt;, Jules Verne (191 pp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for calling San Francisco the capital of California an enjoyable read. Phileus Fogg is amazingly unflappable and uninterested in what is happening around him. Well either that or its a very clever disguise. He could give Mr. Spock lessons in imperturbability. Favorite part had to be the desert schooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently viewed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Musketeers (Richard Lester)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mirrormask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter Gunn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Avengers (series)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Hood (series)+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;******CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;+ well sort of. I really tried to watch it but it was so bad I never went beyond the first episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1876817856414850812?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1876817856414850812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1876817856414850812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1876817856414850812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1876817856414850812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1876817856414850812' title='As You Wish'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8675308817116567045</id><published>2008-06-30T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:42:12.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>sail your ships</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Dorrit, Charles Dickens, 855pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Flora. She has such a surreal manner of speaking that it is a delight to try and figure out just what she is trying to say. Little Dorrit, or Amy, is the daughter of the Marshalsea a debtor's prison where debtors were placed until they could pay off their debts. Apparently as long as they were in the Marshalsea they couldn't be hounded and yet because they were in there they had no way of earning income. So yeah: makes as much sense as Flora but there you go. Sweet and good souls are pitted against corrupt and murderous rogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anecdotes of Destiny and Ehrengard, Isaak Dinesen cc77pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaak Dinesen writes marvelous fairy tales that are not necessarilly happy but wonderfully intricate and carefully embroidered. I did not know she was the author of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babette's Feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yesterday I found a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carnival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which contains other short stories by her. I may end up reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn, cc07pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens  when the tiles from a statue depicting a sentence containing all twenty-six letters of the alphabet start falling off? Is it a nessage to the town? Some think so and one by one letters become banned from speech and writing. It becomes a capital offence to use the leters for anyone over the age of seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I am indulging in dvd nights. So far I've watched the&lt;em&gt; Avengers&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a Fish Called Wanda&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;You Only Live Twice&lt;/em&gt;. Tonight I realised that I have Nick Cave concerts on dvd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8675308817116567045?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8675308817116567045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8675308817116567045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8675308817116567045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8675308817116567045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8675308817116567045' title='sail your ships'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-9023726581856015354</id><published>2008-06-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:24:13.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>summer time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/SGWutKREADI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fh2QfBskkMQ/s1600-h/citizens.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216767834251853874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/SGWutKREADI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fh2QfBskkMQ/s200/citizens.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer has begun. While many of us head in different directions we will be all reunited in the fall. When asked by a parent did I have any plans for my vacation my answer was: sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps teachers hibernate in the summer so they can growl throughout the winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One child surprised me by giving me a farewell hug. But then this is a child who has matured greatly over the past year. From trying to figure out why children couldn't take over the class when there were more of them then the adults to what he is today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-9023726581856015354?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/9023726581856015354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=9023726581856015354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9023726581856015354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9023726581856015354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#9023726581856015354' title='summer time'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/SGWutKREADI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fh2QfBskkMQ/s72-c/citizens.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-4505334075366663340</id><published>2008-06-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:00:46.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>celebrate</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the end of the year party in which we not only celebrate our year spent together but we welcome sixteen new children into the class. This means that there will be 55 children. Have i mentioned that three of the team are gone already? Two left last week to continue their training and one left to help his family move from one state to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the architect came in and the demolition of part of the classroom is set to begin next week which means that while we are celebrating in the park half the classroom materials will be moved into one of the rooms, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-4505334075366663340?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/4505334075366663340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=4505334075366663340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4505334075366663340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4505334075366663340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4505334075366663340' title='celebrate'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-9219531620265041776</id><published>2008-06-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:22:42.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>testing, testing...is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>As one of the parents said last Friday : I have left the dark side of pc-dom and entered the light realm of -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that faintly fruit scent wafting from the computer room? Could it be macintosh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't macintosh an olde designer bloke?"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought it was rain gear....."&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww fruit scented rain gear?"&lt;br /&gt;"Better than fruit scented elderly gent wouldn't you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to watch my first ever personaly owned dvd: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Avengers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Fish Called Wanda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles Dickens 426pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kidnapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Robert Louis Stevenson 2i9pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cloud Atlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Mitchell 509pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Victor Hugo 465pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Summer Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Tove Jansson i70pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Doritt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;Seeing soon: Nick Cave, 'cause he's touring the large venues in the Fall&lt;br /&gt;CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-9219531620265041776?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/9219531620265041776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=9219531620265041776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9219531620265041776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9219531620265041776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#9219531620265041776' title='testing, testing...is this thing on?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1899522494747840408</id><published>2008-06-04T20:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:44:47.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no cue</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Louise de la Valliere, Alexandre Dumas 678pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul and Louise are not so much main characters as they are pivots upon which the true interests of the story may move about. So it is that Colbert comes closer and closer to removing Fou-uet while the king courts Louise and has a really cool spiral seret passage hidden by an amazing 'oh no one would guess that that ever so clever folding screen is for something other than changing behind' wink wink, constructed leading from the king's best friend's room -read toady- to Louises bed chanber. Anyway we find out that Aramis is a little too cold blooded while Porthos is such an amiable hercules. And then Raoul returns from England to find Louise in the king's arms which leads to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Man in the Iron Mask, alexandre dumas, 568pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The films lied. Sad. Just depressing and sad and, yes, last night I skimmed the final chapters. I don't need to read about them all dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I picked up a copy of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I may read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1899522494747840408?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1899522494747840408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1899522494747840408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1899522494747840408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1899522494747840408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1899522494747840408' title='no cue'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3654230252616670273</id><published>2008-05-25T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:29:43.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haruki Murakami'/><title type='text'>A partial keyboard either breeds creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;or homicidal thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;Recently Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Foretelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alice Hoffman, one hundred eighty one pages&lt;br /&gt;Rain, the daughter of an amazon leader, journeys toward adulthood discovering that change must come and that appearances are not the best evidence for truth. Horses, bees, bears and what life may have been really like as a member of a nomadic amazon tribe make for a well told tale.&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Wild Murakami Chase,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the Japan Foundation, one hundred fifty one pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a collection of essays from the Murakami gathering held in Japan includes various interpretations of what makes Haruki Murakami such a popular literary figure around the world. The essay on mirror neurons was wonderfully Carrollinian&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Trenton Lee Stewart, 440pp&lt;br /&gt;Reynie, Kate Constance and Sticky reunite for what they believe will be a celebratory occaision. Instead they discover that their beloved Mr Benedict has been kidnapped and they set off on an adventure that will land them once again in teh evil clutches of Ledroptha Curtain and his smiling sweet scented minions: the Ten Men. Staple removers of death, killer wristwatches, deadly sharpened pencils and a clipbopard that would terrify madame guillotine are only a small portion of what these execs carry in their briefcases. One will never view an executive in the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cloud Atlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Mitchell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Louise de la Valliere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3654230252616670273?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3654230252616670273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3654230252616670273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3654230252616670273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3654230252616670273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3654230252616670273' title='A partial keyboard either breeds creativity'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6083376192193139644</id><published>2008-05-23T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:45:03.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>may i......</title><content type='html'>While the getting is good I'm going to list books read and recently obtained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twenty Years After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas 749pp&lt;br /&gt;The further adventures of the musketeers only this time D'artagnan and company face the son of milady as well as the machinations of cardinal Mazarin. More swashbuckling and derring do including a kidnapping of an english leader and an attempted rescue of Charles the II from the scaffold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Vicomte de Bragelonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas 649pp&lt;br /&gt;Once more our heroes are called upon, only this time they are at very different places of the game board: socially, politically and emotionally. This is the longest of the trilogy and so is divided into three volumes of which the Vicomte is the first. Alas I finished it before finding a copy of the second and so had to leave D'artagnan wondering why he was betryed by Aramis and Porthos while Athos' son attempts to prevent the duke of Buckingham from killing either himself or his beloved's intended husband: Louis the XIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Women's War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas 545pp&lt;br /&gt;In which cardinal Mazarin makes a guest appearance but only as a plot device. The story itself centers around the crowned princesses of france during the time when the events of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twenty Years After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were taking place. A woman disguised as a man resuces another woman's lover from the cluthes of a suspicious husband only to have him betrayed by the husband's wife. Secret passage ways into locked fortresses and passes under rivers as well as revolting aristocracy concludes in a climax remarkably dickensian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Harlot High and Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Honore Balzac 554pp&lt;br /&gt;Continuation of the adventures of Lucien Chardon de Rebumpre from &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost Illusions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This novel focuses on the villainous nature of Vautrin. A political gothic novel - just replace the lecherous priest from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a crafty and viscious criminal mastermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Louise de Lavalliere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Man in the Iron Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Memoirs of Monsieur D'artagnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Victor Hugo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cloud Atlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Mitchell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Tove Jansson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society and Point Rendevous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Foretelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alice Hoffman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6083376192193139644?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6083376192193139644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6083376192193139644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6083376192193139644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6083376192193139644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6083376192193139644' title='may i......'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8094632273411330647</id><published>2008-05-23T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:52:08.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aloha</title><content type='html'>Busy busy hectic, hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that computers don't like tea? Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my laptop forgives me or I bond with another posting will be sporadic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8094632273411330647?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8094632273411330647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8094632273411330647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8094632273411330647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8094632273411330647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8094632273411330647' title='aloha'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-4387302854127856927</id><published>2008-05-07T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:07:05.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43/106</title><content type='html'>Here is another of those book lists in which one marks the books read, waiting, tried but put aside, and never heard of. I've only bolded those I've read and asterixed those that I have. This time though it's the books most often said as unread on the 1,oo book list. (Thanks to Fillyjonk for this fun review :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jonathan Strange &amp;amp; Mr Norrell&lt;br /&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch-22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Silmarillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life of Pi : a novel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Name of the Rose&lt;br /&gt;*Don Quixote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tale of Two Cities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;br /&gt;Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies (have it at home, might read it)&lt;br /&gt;War and Peace&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveler’s Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Iliad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;The Blind Assassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Gods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;Middlesex&lt;br /&gt;Quicksilver&lt;br /&gt;Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West&lt;br /&gt;The Canterbury Tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Historian : a novel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;br /&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brave New World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foucault’s Pendulum&lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;*The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dracula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anansi Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Once and Future King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poisonwood Bible : a novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1984&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;br /&gt;*The Inferno&lt;br /&gt;The Satanic Verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mansfield Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tess of the D’Urbervilles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;br /&gt;Gulliver’s Travels&lt;br /&gt;Les Misérables&lt;br /&gt;The Corrections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;br /&gt;Angela’s Ashes : a memoir&lt;br /&gt;The God of Small Things&lt;br /&gt;A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present&lt;br /&gt;Cryptonomicon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neverwhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Confederacy of Dunces&lt;br /&gt;A Short History of Nearly Everything&lt;br /&gt;Dubliners&lt;br /&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slaughterhouse-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eats, Shoots &amp;amp; Leaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oryx and Crake : a novel&lt;br /&gt;Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloud Atlas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lolita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persuasion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;br /&gt;On the Road&lt;br /&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything&lt;br /&gt;*Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values&lt;br /&gt;*The Aeneid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watership Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity’s Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit&lt;br /&gt;In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences&lt;br /&gt;White Teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that there are so many Neil Gaiman books listed.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-4387302854127856927?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/4387302854127856927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=4387302854127856927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4387302854127856927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4387302854127856927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4387302854127856927' title='43/106'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8646892167764182733</id><published>2008-05-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:52:30.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Real Dumas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Club Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Arturo Perez-Reverte (362pp)In which antiquarian book collecting crosses paths with sataninc ritual, a world weary devil, and a Poe-etic Spaniard living in a mildewing mansion with a headless angel filled garden. It took me about a third of the book to get involved with the story. I wonder if any of his other books are worth pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Amazing Kavelier and Klay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Michael Chabon (639pp) 1930's, the birth of the comic book, Prague, death defying escapes, true love, Dali, magical realism, a Max Ernst (sans Leonora Carrington) walk on: what's not to like? Well I could have done without the Oyster episode. But the dirigible cafe was great! Teabird does such a thing still exist in NY?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twenty Years After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Alexandre Dumas****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8646892167764182733?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8646892167764182733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8646892167764182733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8646892167764182733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8646892167764182733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8646892167764182733' title='The Real Dumas'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6816219057981104499</id><published>2008-04-23T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:31:31.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake and Ale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/SBAIU9CszII/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ff3Raw3xWpM/s1600-h/484pxkuyck_knitting_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192659526434475138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/SBAIU9CszII/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ff3Raw3xWpM/s200/484pxkuyck_knitting_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burnt on the water. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poop was beaten gold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purple the sails, and so perfumèd that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water which they beat to follow faster,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As amorous of their strokes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For her own person,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It beggar'd all description: she did lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In her pavilion—cloth of gold, of tissue—&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O'er-picturing that Venus where we see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fancy outwork nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where happy thoughts may lead engaged upon a pleasant task on a day such as this? I am most happy to share this day with you Will S. ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6816219057981104499?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6816219057981104499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6816219057981104499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6816219057981104499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6816219057981104499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6816219057981104499' title='Cake and Ale'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/SBAIU9CszII/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ff3Raw3xWpM/s72-c/484pxkuyck_knitting_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2190347006137464276</id><published>2008-04-20T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:41:58.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So then he asked.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the second class of the Belle Curve. Before going in I prepared some of my lessons for the coming week (we've started the junior great books programs) and then went to the cafe. The counter person was a little harried as he was the only one there and had just had a rush with a consequent back up of orders to send out. So I waited to order while the preceding customer set up her table, which apparently wasn't hygenic enough because she requested a rag and if she had to use it herself she would, but really (and this was all implied by her tone of voice) she shouldn't have to as he was the help and she was the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he said he would but would she mind waiting a few moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* If I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then preceded to move to a different chair across the way from the unhygenic table. And then when another chair (one of the comfy red ones) was vacated she went over to that one and set herself up. Then her order was ready, so she had to get up and fetch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the trials of being high maintenence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got asked a personal question by the counter boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you love it when someone says:&lt;/em&gt; Can I ask you a question? It's kind of personal?&lt;em&gt; What do you say? Yes I mind!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured if it was personal he'd be embarassing himself not me so I said sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd what people consider personal.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Books read this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Trenton Lee Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2190347006137464276?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2190347006137464276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2190347006137464276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2190347006137464276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2190347006137464276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2190347006137464276' title='So then he asked.....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2132550875602033957</id><published>2008-04-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:43:59.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Tip-Toe through the.....</title><content type='html'>Taxes are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went out for my final day of spring break I found out what the bulbs were that line my walkway. My walkway is abundently supplied with oxalis (sour grass) wild onion, pretty flowers that are weeds in camoflauge, roses, lilies and a jade tree. Mixed in with this are these large bulb leaves which I have been presuming are failed tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. They are irises! And one is setting buds and it is five feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday (before the blooming iris) I participated in a class to make a skirt. It's a knit skirt and so far it seems to be coming along fairly well. The pattern is called Belle Curve and is part of the 2007 winter Knitty collection. I'm using a beautiful shade of brown called chocolate (Cascade 220).I'm hoping it turns out well. The plain star stitch is a bit of a tease but I realised that if I knit the row before the pattern row less tightly, then the plain stars are less work.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I started Jane Austen's, a History of England yesterday but have not made much progress****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2132550875602033957?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2132550875602033957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2132550875602033957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2132550875602033957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2132550875602033957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2132550875602033957' title='Tip-Toe through the.....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-4118526437070987816</id><published>2008-04-11T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:32:17.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make one go aaargh'/><title type='text'>Give a Spider some Scissors....</title><content type='html'>Travelled into the city yesterday. I decided enough was enough and I would go to see the woman who has cut my hair since I was 13 (yes: thirteen). Got on a nassty BART car: as someone apparently felt that their snack must be shared with the poor hungry BART seats and apples and peanut butter are the bART seats favoritist goody. (As I said nasssty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off at Powell street and walk up past the cablecar turnaround, the DSW, the huge Victoria Secret across from the equally huge Disney store and get to Sutter.  I go in to the store front and walk up and find out that the salon she is in in is one more floor up so after three flights I arrive. And she starts hacking away. This pleases me enormously. When I ask for a Brooksie A-line I want a Brooksie A-line not a slanted 70's c curve which is what I have been given the last two times I've gotten my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I go to the book store and find two reads: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;History of the Ancient World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Susan Wise Bauer and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twenty Years After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexander Dumas. Then I go back to the BART station feeling all pleased and there's this guy who insists on invading my personal space to try and sell me a BART ticket I do not want nor do I need and as he will not get out of my face I have to tell him:&lt;br /&gt;"Look! I just want to get my ticket without being bothered!" And after staring at him and not moving he takes a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can then get my ticket and go down to the platform and board a train where I am promptly surrounded by men in suits, with wireless laptops at the ready, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I am still reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdido Street Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but as of today I have less than eighty pages to go. Mind, they are tight packed tiny font pages but - I have hopes that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Good Fairies of New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may be started tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to accomplish this near feat of concluding the feast fest of slake-moths and oneirotic Clotho like spiders I went to a cafe and latched onto one of the comfy red chairs. Got me a lunch and a drink and settled right in. Then, how odd, I don't remember anything sharpish in my food stuffs. Hmmm, I don't recall hearing any bone like cracking. Why then does one tooth feel jagged and the other not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess along with a visit to my familiar hair stylist it's time for a visit to my familiar dentist. Seems part of a molar has dissolved leaving a ten year old (most likely older say 12?14?) filling to hold up the fort on one side. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;***CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-4118526437070987816?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/4118526437070987816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=4118526437070987816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4118526437070987816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4118526437070987816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4118526437070987816' title='Give a Spider some Scissors....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-785667014936258683</id><published>2008-04-07T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:01:37.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>For Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R_r7ercU45I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Q_srPO4CYrU/s1600-h/psychiatrists.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186734425346728850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R_r7ercU45I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Q_srPO4CYrU/s200/psychiatrists.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad cold, nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="44"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,&lt;br /&gt;With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="46"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="47"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="49"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lady of situations.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="52"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="53"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="54"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.&lt;br /&gt;I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="56"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="57"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="58"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;One must be so careful these days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TS Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-785667014936258683?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/785667014936258683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=785667014936258683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/785667014936258683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/785667014936258683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#785667014936258683' title='For Told'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R_r7ercU45I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Q_srPO4CYrU/s72-c/psychiatrists.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6854871937023285211</id><published>2008-04-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:07:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all begins with one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R_m5SLcU44I/AAAAAAAAAJU/WxACCojOhko/s1600-h/kunoichi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186380167854220162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R_m5SLcU44I/AAAAAAAAAJU/WxACCojOhko/s200/kunoichi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night I had the strangest dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ever dreamed before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed the world had all agreed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To put an end to war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed I saw a mighty room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The room was filled with men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the paper they were signing said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'd never fight again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the papers all were signed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a million copies made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all joined hands end bowed their heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And grateful prayers were prayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the people in the streets below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were dancing round and round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And guns and swords and uniforms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were scattered on the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night I had the strangest dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ever dreamed before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed the world had all agreed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To put an end to war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Simon and Garfunkel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6854871937023285211?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6854871937023285211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6854871937023285211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6854871937023285211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6854871937023285211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6854871937023285211' title='It all begins with one....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R_m5SLcU44I/AAAAAAAAAJU/WxACCojOhko/s72-c/kunoichi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5580082233507816347</id><published>2008-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:13:16.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>And the mome wraths.......</title><content type='html'>I finished the baby surprise sweater. Of course it didn't really fit as I was following the original pattern and the "baby" I was making it for just turned one. S'okay. It ws a fun adventure knitting origami and now that I have done it once I think it will go quicker and better next time.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for the surreality of my most recent posts. Something about writing reports when I have to tell all about each child without judgement ( because I not only have to think about the person now but the person of the future who will reread these reports much as we all look at old report cards) requires intense mental gymnastics and this blog was my outlet.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Jane Austen, and this afternoon I made a few book purchases for my most welcome week of Spring Break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdido Street Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Chia Mieville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles de Lint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever read a book called, &lt;strong&gt;Th&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e Chalice and the Blade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I recently attended a conference where the author was a keynote speaker and I'm curious about the response readers of her work have had. I know how I responded and apparently I'm in rapport with most of my workmates in this reagrd. So if any who reads this post has read any of Riane Einsler's work: what was your reaction? ****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5580082233507816347?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5580082233507816347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5580082233507816347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5580082233507816347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5580082233507816347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5580082233507816347' title='And the mome wraths.......'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6986004728009708102</id><published>2008-03-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:24:48.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly things'/><title type='text'>Tea and Hemlock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R-iLS7cU43I/AAAAAAAAAJM/RBj0P9DwfhU/s1600-h/hybest01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181544528600163186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R-iLS7cU43I/AAAAAAAAAJM/RBj0P9DwfhU/s320/hybest01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I do not see another progress report again it will be too soon. (&lt;em&gt;I say this knowing full well that I'm going to be seeing them, and more, in less then three months&lt;/em&gt; *sigh*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I've been sedating my mind by cruising egl sites (elegant gothic lolita) Goodness, ssoooo much lace and bows and frills and, well, da-rama. ..... I do like that clodhopping alice in wonderland mary janes though *g* Sweet and amazing at the same time. Along with this of course I'm continuing to indulge in the Nick marathon so it's rather intersting to look at kawaii dress up pics and listen to lyrics that only Nick can write -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Right Hand indeed.***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6986004728009708102?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6986004728009708102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6986004728009708102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6986004728009708102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6986004728009708102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6986004728009708102' title='Tea and Hemlock'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R-iLS7cU43I/AAAAAAAAAJM/RBj0P9DwfhU/s72-c/hybest01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2531625362636870720</id><published>2008-03-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:12:51.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><title type='text'>Green Gloves.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R-c3uLcU42I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PuVsEBaS7gQ/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181171162798154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R-c3uLcU42I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PuVsEBaS7gQ/s320/light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely Creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There she stands, this lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;There she stands, there she stands&lt;br /&gt;With her hair full of ribbons&lt;br /&gt;And green gloves on her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked this lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I asked. Yes I asked&lt;br /&gt;Would she walk with me a while&lt;br /&gt;Through this night so vast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my hand, this lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", she said, "Yes", she said&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'll walk with you a while"&lt;br /&gt;It was a joyful man she led&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over hills, this lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;Over mountains, over ranges&lt;br /&gt;By great pyramids and sphinxs&lt;br /&gt;We met drifters and strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sands, my lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;And the mad, moaning winds&lt;br /&gt;At night the deserts writhed&lt;br /&gt;With diabolical things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the night, through the night&lt;br /&gt;The wind lashed and it whipped me&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;She was no longer with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the slow drifting sands&lt;br /&gt;With her hair full of ribbons&lt;br /&gt;And green gloves on her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Nick Cave, Murder ballads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2531625362636870720?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2531625362636870720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2531625362636870720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2531625362636870720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2531625362636870720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2531625362636870720' title='Green Gloves.....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R-c3uLcU42I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PuVsEBaS7gQ/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-9021084347663662078</id><published>2008-03-22T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:54:52.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Roll the Stone Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the cave that is progress reports. However, as this weekend would imply, there shall be a recovery. I see a crack of light and with only 9 more to go (&lt;em&gt;see I kinda had to re-do them starting yesterday but I seriously buckled down today and 20 are as complete as I'm going to do them&lt;/em&gt;) I have hopes of some free time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I started making a baby surprise sweater (I simply cannot report progress on my commute) but had to rip it because one decrease side had 25 stitiches while the other had 21 and symmetry seemed kinda important. My stitch count is still (albeit symmetrically) wacky though. Hmmmm***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-9021084347663662078?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/9021084347663662078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=9021084347663662078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9021084347663662078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9021084347663662078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9021084347663662078' title='Roll the Stone Away!'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7333212105138907418</id><published>2008-03-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:49:24.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>flash from the front lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R93b--Vaz4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/hzVxznIauXc/s1600-h/castleinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178537021477146498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R93b--Vaz4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/hzVxznIauXc/s320/castleinn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that copy and paste are my new best friends. Without them I do not know how I will manage to survive this progress reporting. Yes, I should be working on them now. But after 3 and a half hours so far today I think I deserve a weee bit of a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit I have never filled out a seven page report before. Umm seven per child that is. And this is only the first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, break over***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7333212105138907418?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7333212105138907418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7333212105138907418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7333212105138907418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7333212105138907418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7333212105138907418' title='flash from the front lines'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R93b--Vaz4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/hzVxznIauXc/s72-c/castleinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7461221101905787832</id><published>2008-03-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:07:24.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Goods</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's been so long since I posted about books (and I'm waaay to lazy to look) that I may repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morality Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Barry Unsworth (206pp) A half starving run away monk stumbles upon a troupe of medieval players while they are saying a final farewell to one of their group. He decides to join up with them as a replacement for their dead comrade. They continue to travel (with the corpse in their wagon) towards their destination when they come upon a village which has been the scene of murder. A guilty person has been found and sentenced. The evidence is not as clear cut as it should be however and the troupe decides to step out of its routine of miracle plays and recreate the crime itself. Read this book for the setting and detail, not the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hikaru no Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vol.11, Yumi Hotta (195pp) Hikaru is up against Ochi who has been studying with Akira. Who will be the victor and join the ranks of the professionals??&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cast in Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Michelle Sagara (521pp) I finally found a copy of this book in Portland. It's not literature. It's a lite read about a spunky girl on an inaginary world with two hot guys interested in her; without all the heavy petting. It's a fun series. I must admit I liked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cast in Courtlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more (but then I'm a word girl). This time Kaylin must face her fear of the Tha-alani in order to retrieve a pandoras box. I do wish there had been more of Nightshade( I like the tall dark, brooding and dangerous in my romantic leads); however, I suppose Severn needed some of the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;While in Portland I restrained myself and only came home with a few items;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Black Sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Balzac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hikaru no Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Yumi Hotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Classical History of the World for Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vol. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Songs of the Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Barry Unsworth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Portland Bridge book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Rise and Fall of Alexandria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Justin Pollard and Howard Reid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alexandria and the Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Kimberly Williams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gods Graves and Scholars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, CW Ceram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess it's time to return to writing progress reports****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7461221101905787832?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7461221101905787832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7461221101905787832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7461221101905787832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7461221101905787832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7461221101905787832' title='Goods'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5684796495859324301</id><published>2008-03-10T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:47:19.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><title type='text'>Scroll XVII.iv a</title><content type='html'>The conference I attended was all about the ancient city of Alexandria. It is essentially a way to recreate aspects of an historic multicultural setting in which children can learn about the people places and events as well as that language of a specific city in a specific time. There are stories, paintings, mummy portraits (paintings of themselves people had made while they still onsidered themselves beautiful), timelines, who am I games, a model of the city, an ancient coptic scroll : all sorts of fun things to do inluding learning to speak and read Alexandrian latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular course was created by an amazing person named John Wyatt. He has been working on it for over twenty years. I am so very glad that I was able to attend this past week as Mr. Wyatt is reaching a point in which travelling cross country is not the best use of his time. He is very funny and charming and extremely smart. (Well anyone who speaks at least five languages should be, right?) He also likes fairy tales and of course is a classicist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard him speak two years ago and this is why I can say that I hope he takes good care of himself so we have him for a very long time :)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Before telling the story of Alexandria to the children this afternoon I went on line looking for pictures of the new Library Alexandrine and discovered: they are looking for a head librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ONLY I'd studied Arabic *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should apply anyway. Can you imagine having a rejection letter from the Library of Alexandria?!***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5684796495859324301?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5684796495859324301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5684796495859324301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5684796495859324301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5684796495859324301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5684796495859324301' title='Scroll XVII.iv a'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2643966458513963054</id><published>2008-03-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:56:55.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly quizzes'/><title type='text'>I am the Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Comma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/comma.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded and extremely optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy almost all facets of life. You can find the good in almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself busy with tons of friends, activities, and interests.&lt;br /&gt;You find it hard to turn down an opportunity, even if you are pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends find you fascinating, charming, and easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;(But with so many competing interests, you friends do feel like you hardly have time for them.)&lt;br /&gt;You excel in: Inspiring people&lt;br /&gt;You get along best with: The Question Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2643966458513963054?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2643966458513963054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2643966458513963054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2643966458513963054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2643966458513963054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2643966458513963054' title='I am the Pause'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3811304005736210231</id><published>2008-03-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:39:45.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>animal q &amp; a</title><content type='html'>One of the aspects of presenting lessons the way they are done in my school is that there is that potential for great work. Not great in the sense of, omg you just dicovered a new source of pollutant free energy that will last forever! But great as in large. I honestly haven't seen much of that type of work this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to present a material that was completely upended and confused yesterday. It is a set of photographs of different animal species with facts about each animal on the back. So today I invited three children to come play a game with me. (It's another classification work). We chose how to organise a miscellaneous set of cards under a broad category and then refined it into subcategories. After the lesson the children chose to either continue in the same category or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group decided to continue the same and also decided to do every single animal card -that was not already in use by the other two gropus (&lt;em&gt;yeah I had this lesson double again in process&lt;/em&gt;). Anyway the box contains easily 100 cards. The pictures were literally climbing the walls in one subcategory. And in order to have all the cards fit the children had to move tables and chairs to create space to lay out the rugs to lay the cards on. I think they used 8 rugs total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reorganized the cards at the end of the day (because they spent all day on it) so that tomorrow they could start making their chart of it.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;On another note, and taking into consideration that not all people percceive things the same, I presented the Noun work to a different group today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facility with words: a natural gift or a learned skill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss.****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3811304005736210231?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3811304005736210231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3811304005736210231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3811304005736210231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3811304005736210231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3811304005736210231' title='animal q &amp; a'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8092620562310377992</id><published>2008-03-03T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:33:21.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>to Name</title><content type='html'>I have to share.I had the most fun lesson today. One of the children last week requested a lesson on the spiritual noun (we have a really pretty symbol for it) so I said sure. So today we arranged a time and I set it up in one of the rooms. Meanwhile I got sidetracked by questions and when I came back another child who had seen the chart asked if he could join: sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during this time I invited a third child who really needs the busyness of lessons. So we sit down and I ask them what the work of a noun is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person place or thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes a noun can be a person, place, or thing but what is the function, what is the work of a noun?What does a noun do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was answered we could get into the classification: &lt;em&gt;Because people who work with words realised that if someone didn't organize them it would become really messy. Nothing but nouns everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course we seperated the common from the Proper (Sherlock Holmes versus detective) and then the concrete from the abstract. That was fun because the children could see, literally, as we stacked our cards of nouns that the concrete pile was so much higher than the abstract one, then we seperated the high stack into collective and material before sorting though our 4 abstract nouns into aspects of quality, action, state, idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I lifted ball from the concrete pile after we all agreed ball could also mean a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does spiritual come in? We had the word 'word' as an abstract idea (it can't be touched, it can be given and kept but not seen) and from that we had a conversation about the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love socratic type lessons and the children were so involved that some other children sat-in! ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8092620562310377992?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8092620562310377992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8092620562310377992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8092620562310377992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8092620562310377992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8092620562310377992' title='to Name'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6858834346073546732</id><published>2008-03-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:30:37.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Cardboard Box part II</title><content type='html'>How, you might wonder, did I find out that the hotel was sold out? (It still boggles me that such a thing is possible. I really can't fathom a400+ room building selling out. But I digress.) Using the handy phone number attached to the conference acceptance letter (uh yeah so I can attend but you won't let me actually sleep 'cause, I dunno, the conference will be so fascinating I would rather be awake all 84 hours of it. Riiiight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said number connected me to a lovely and chatty lady who, in the time of our conversation of finding out the rooms were gone and locating other possibilities which were either twice the original rate or so far out that cab fare would make the flight ticket look like the cost of a cup of tea, or rooms that had their own conference table for eight, seperate loft bedroom and breakfast included - all I want is a bed I kept saying, not my own conference hall: the one affordable room she found was booked out from under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went online. I found a room with a web discount only slightly more than the conference rate. It's located maybe ten blocks from where I used to live which means &lt;em&gt;(quel horror&lt;/em&gt;) I will have to walk past Powell's: every. single. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6858834346073546732?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6858834346073546732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6858834346073546732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6858834346073546732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6858834346073546732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6858834346073546732' title='Cardboard Box part II'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7606551995556292127</id><published>2008-03-01T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:15:48.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Cardboard box to spare?</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I received a flier for an upcoming teacher conference. One of those get on a plane and travel kind. It looked really interesting. It was all about the city of Alexandria and incorporated latin language as well as ancient history. However, part of my team is still in training and so both have to take time to go and do observations at other schools; as well as the fact that the conference is not months away but less then two weeks from the date of my receipt of the flier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I really want to go&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured it couldn't hurt to ask as the worst that could be said is, "The notice is too short so maybe next time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Did I mention I really want to go?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the flier to my admin. and she said she'd talk it over with the directress but .... I said, I understood it was really short notice. Both of them came back later and told me that it looked wonderful and wow they sure wished I and another of my team members could go, it would be such an opportunity but the timing ... again I said I understood, and really, who knew if there was any space anyway, you know? They said let's see what works out with the observation rescheduling (one of my team has been trying to rearrange her 2 week observation so she can be back in time for an important school function). Sure, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I so want to go&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, while my team mate was still waiting to hear back from the school she is to observe at my admin said, "Just go. We'll figure out coverage". That night I booked my flight and paid my conference fee. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I called to book a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're sold out.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7606551995556292127?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7606551995556292127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7606551995556292127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7606551995556292127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7606551995556292127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7606551995556292127' title='Cardboard box to spare?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6546571275348441164</id><published>2008-02-29T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:34:04.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly quizzes'/><title type='text'>How did they know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-6.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are patient, optimistic, and good at explaining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work well with all types of people, and you are a good role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success and positive outcomes are extremely important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both a good leader and instructor. People look up to and depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can see the results of your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are able to teach someone a new skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good nurse or non fiction writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just don't get the non fiction writer bit&lt;/em&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6546571275348441164?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6546571275348441164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6546571275348441164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6546571275348441164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6546571275348441164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6546571275348441164' title='How did they know?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5944363041775148208</id><published>2008-02-24T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:44:03.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>9 1/2 beats</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the city to see a demonstration of Kathak dance. Kathak is a north Indian style of dance which involves storytelling, stylised movements, adherance to beat counts and the ability to improvise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance (which included a brief tale of Krishna and Radha celebrating Spring by covering each other in colored water and colored powders) there was a workshop in which the audience got to try and do four things at once :) Me I can't sing and clap at the same time let alone stamp, count and sing, so I all ready knew what it would be like for me. What made it even more challenging was they divided us into two groups so that one group counted to 16 aloud while stamping at various speeds at the same time that the other group counted to match their stamps: then we switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancers follow 16 beat cycles in their minds (sometimes 12 and sometimes 9 1/2), while keeping 4, 8, 12 or 16 with their feet, singing and playing musical instruments. As one of the perfomers said it is like patting your head while rubbing your belly and walking on a tightrope; oh, and wearing 3 pounds worth of bells on each ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was fun to do. I also got the opportunity to revisit the Castro. Found out Peets was no longer there, that Starb*cks is really umm of the hood now but not much else seems changed.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been in service meaning days and days of meetings as well as first aid and CPR training. We were also slated to work on progress reports but the memory sticks weren't ready so that could not be done. They are supposed to be ready tomorrow but this just means instead of having free day times to do the reports we'll have to do them on work nights in order to have them out on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is that you ask? The end of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we have a major parent event this Thursday and one at the end of March to prepare for.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5944363041775148208?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5944363041775148208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5944363041775148208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5944363041775148208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5944363041775148208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5944363041775148208' title='9 1/2 beats'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3990295541751631415</id><published>2008-02-18T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:33:51.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly quizzes'/><title type='text'>reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in 1965&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, I belong two years before I was even born.......hmmmm what can it mean?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/60s.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3990295541751631415?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3990295541751631415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3990295541751631415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3990295541751631415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3990295541751631415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3990295541751631415' title='reincarnation'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7811316425237595710</id><published>2008-02-17T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:14:28.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Cinque-Folios</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firebringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Clement-Davies (498pp) The saga of a group of Red Deer somewhat similar to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; except told from the perspective of the Efrafran warren. That is, when the group leadership is taken over by a stag determined to control at the expense of decency and nature. Another difference is that their's is a mythology in which a hero is foretold, whereas in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the mythology was more tales of resourcefulness.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book of Thousand Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Shannon Hale (304pp) I first thought this to be a Rapunzel tale which in some ways it is, if a pricncess locked in a tower is all one requires for it to be so. However, Ms. Hale says that she based her story upon the Grimm's tale of the Maid Maleen which I have never read. Set in Mongolia the story is told from the perspective of an orphan Mucker from the steppes who unknowingly becomes tangled in the betrothal arrangements of a shining one. The book is her journal of all that befalls her as she does her best to make the best of a pretty odd turn of events. Werewolves, handsome kahns and uppity jilted princesses make for a fun story.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un Lun Dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, China Mieville (471pp) Once the true heroine of this tale made her appearance I really had fun. Until then I kept wondering if I should continue reading. (And I must say: the Black Window of Webminster Abbey? Absolutely fabulous. ) However I am interested now in reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdido Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as soon as I can find a decent editon of it.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stickeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, John Muir (79pp) The true adventure of a day on an Alaskan glacier with a tiny and devil may care dog.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;King of the Middle March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the Arthur Trilogy vol.III), Kevin Crossley-Holland The conclusion in which Arthur learns of his namesakes end, crusades may be better in hindsight and that love can change over time. ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7811316425237595710?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7811316425237595710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7811316425237595710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7811316425237595710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7811316425237595710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7811316425237595710' title='Cinque-Folios'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5424437460253743657</id><published>2008-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:32:52.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly quizzes'/><title type='text'>Ergo</title><content type='html'>The quiz result was funny considering what my week has been like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard to imagine myself as this contemplative, centered individual when three co workers are out on Monday, 2 on Tuesday, one shows up but leaves early on Wednesday; parents are submitting recommendation forms at the last minute, observers drop by unexpectedly, you have to figure out what lessons children should practice to show their parents, your hairdryer decides to catch fire early one morning when you've already overslept and it's 40 degrees outside, you're the opener but never manage to leave school until 5 o'clock pm, and even though some lessons caught on incredibly well you still have to virtually sit on some people to get them to focus on work (which they started in October!) and they act as if you are this fiend from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some students who you figure, &lt;em&gt;Of course they've had this material so I can move on&lt;/em&gt; ummm haven't. "No honey: neither a slug nor a worm nor a starfish is a vertebrate." "No, up and down is not a geometric term for the position of a line." " As far as I know the word 'upon' is not an adverb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. The result was a bit of a hah!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;In other news I finished knitting the stole (there were knots in the skein which flipped the colour sequence) and I need to block it. Also my kilt hose book has arrived so I hope to pick it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I move like a cat and collapse into bed***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5424437460253743657?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5424437460253743657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5424437460253743657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5424437460253743657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5424437460253743657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5424437460253743657' title='Ergo'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8602883656992145164</id><published>2008-02-07T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:23:47.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly things'/><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3321"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/timeofday_quiz/649.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8602883656992145164?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8602883656992145164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8602883656992145164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8602883656992145164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8602883656992145164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8602883656992145164' title='Ha!'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7015016051222334004</id><published>2008-02-04T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:05:07.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>two ringy dingies</title><content type='html'>I spent most of my weekend reviewing my lessons journal and transferring all the lessons from one notebook to another. Then I transfered those into an online system. Finally, I figured out how the online sytem enables lesson planning and did that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out today we may not be using this sytem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I arrived bright and early today I saw the first spring Robin! That sight kept me in spirits all through findng out that not one but two team members were out sick and a third arrived barely able to stand. So it was me and one other allll day with 40 children. I say 40 cause I consider two of the parents in that category what with their calls and emails and general tantrums of: serve me now!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;But I am home and I had fun today. I got to parse poetry with a good sized group and they all have various moon poems to work with. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we're reading four books(yes 4: as the opener I read one about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesse Owens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; for morning group I read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harriet Tubman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; and then there is the fiction group with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the History group with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gods, Graves, and Scholars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my Shale stole. About half a full colour repeat in the skein left***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7015016051222334004?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7015016051222334004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7015016051222334004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7015016051222334004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7015016051222334004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7015016051222334004' title='two ringy dingies'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8330160593800695945</id><published>2008-02-03T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:07:40.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Quarter II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend Glory&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some clichty folks&lt;br /&gt;don't know the facts,&lt;br /&gt;posin' and preenin'and puttin' on acts,&lt;br /&gt;stretchin' their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move into condos&lt;br /&gt;up over the ranks,&lt;br /&gt;pawn their souls&lt;br /&gt;to the local banks.&lt;br /&gt;Buying big cars&lt;br /&gt;they can't afford,&lt;br /&gt;ridin' around town&lt;br /&gt;actin' bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they want to learn&lt;br /&gt;how to live life right&lt;br /&gt;they ought to study me on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;My job at the plant&lt;br /&gt;ain't the biggest bet,&lt;br /&gt;but I pay my bills&lt;br /&gt;and stay out of debt.&lt;br /&gt;I get my hair done&lt;br /&gt;for my own self's sake,&lt;br /&gt;so I don't have to pick&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have to rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the church money out&lt;br /&gt;and head cross town&lt;br /&gt;to my friend girl's house&lt;br /&gt;where we plan our round.&lt;br /&gt;We meet our men and go to a joint&lt;br /&gt;where the music is blue&lt;br /&gt;and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks write about me.&lt;br /&gt;They just can't see&lt;br /&gt;how I work all week&lt;br /&gt;at the factory.&lt;br /&gt;Then get spruced up&lt;br /&gt;and laugh and dance&lt;br /&gt;And turn away from worry&lt;br /&gt;with sassy glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They accuse me of livin'&lt;br /&gt;from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;but who are they kiddin'?&lt;br /&gt;So are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life ain't heaven&lt;br /&gt;but it sure ain't hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on top&lt;br /&gt;but I call it swell&lt;br /&gt;if I'm able to work&lt;br /&gt;and get paid right&lt;br /&gt;and have the luck to be Black&lt;br /&gt;on a Saturday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8330160593800695945?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8330160593800695945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8330160593800695945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8330160593800695945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8330160593800695945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8330160593800695945' title='Cross Quarter II'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2113692882990059491</id><published>2008-02-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:35:44.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Goose-Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring rides no horses down the hill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the loveliest things there be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come simply, so it seems to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If ever I said, in grief or pride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tired of honest things, I lied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And should be cursed forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Love in laces, like a whore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And neighbours cold, and friends unsteady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Spring on horseback, like a lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2113692882990059491?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2113692882990059491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2113692882990059491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2113692882990059491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2113692882990059491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2113692882990059491' title='Cross Quarter'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6904425263600076536</id><published>2008-01-30T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:16:53.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queries'/><title type='text'>And then there were none....</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy but I did want to ask: What happened to Knit the Classics? It done disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the Count got 'em?***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6904425263600076536?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6904425263600076536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6904425263600076536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6904425263600076536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6904425263600076536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6904425263600076536' title='And then there were none....'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-978230510664990505</id><published>2008-01-26T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:44:42.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lace'/><title type='text'>There and Back</title><content type='html'>The trip was amazing. Death Valley is a place every one should visit at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about nine hours to get there and that was after changing buses because the first bus developed engine problems before we had left the city (better then though than on the way). During the ride down the children kept htemselves occupied taking pictures, reading, following the trip on a map, and doing activity books. (No movies were shown, no music was played. Yes it is possible to do). As we entered the park a full moon was rising and so we only had the barest sense of what the landscape would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we visited Salt Creek where some of the chldren managed to see a kit fox up close and personal, which the rangers said had not happened for fifteeen years. The rest of the time was spent studying animal tracks, learning about the plant life and water quality that made salt creek what it is. No one tried the pickleweed but apparently desert holly is edible. Aferwards we went to Salt flats which is 282feet below sea level. The location is also known as Bad Water, so named by a prospector who found the water but when he brought his mule to drink it it refused to do so . (Bad Water is actually a habitat for a rare mollusk). Because of the anount of salts that have been deposited there it is possible to walk out onto a sheet of salt which resembles a marble mosaic tile floor. The sheet curves in varying directions so if one imagines the yellow brick road only instead of bricks it is irregular polygons of salt then you have a good image of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we visited Scotty's Castle and went back in time to take a tour. The castle is a living history museum so all the tour guides are dressed in period clothing (ours had seamed stockings, a fabulous cinch waist flared skirt coat and a snood) and speak in the present tense of 1939. While there we alos saw two young coyotes who do not know how to hunt. They are very cute and therefore are fed by the tourists despite Rangers' requests not to do so. During the summer the pups will be captured and released into an area where they will be able to hunt or if they cannot provede food for themselves they will be recaptured and put down. While this affected many of the children they (I think ) understood that it was far kinder to do this then to have the coyotes starve to death during the non tourist season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to Ubehebe Crater which is also called Coyote's Burden basket and is where the Shoshone believe they first emerged. Then we went to one of the original borax mines and that children were confused by the treatment of the laborers of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention that it snowed early Thursday morning so we got to see a white Death Valley. And on the trip back we stopped and the children built a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;No reading done on the trio but I have started &lt;strong&gt;Northanger Abby&lt;/strong&gt; today &lt;em&gt;(and Carrie I am loving it)&lt;/em&gt;. Instead I started a lace stole in the Old Shale pattern and I have 2/3's of it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-978230510664990505?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/978230510664990505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=978230510664990505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/978230510664990505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/978230510664990505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#978230510664990505' title='There and Back'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5839375002162232342</id><published>2008-01-21T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:16:18.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Donner vs. 49er</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 9 Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Mitchell (400pp) Set in the Japan of Now, though it may be parallel, Eiji Miyake is on a quest to find his father. Feeling guilty over the death of his twin sister nine years previously there are flashbacks to his life then and projections on his future. Yet nothing can really compare to what happens to him on the way towards his goal. Killer lady attorneys, drugged out delivery boys who can't tell a live parakeet magic trick from a fake parakeet one (euwww), thunder gods who keep their promises all too well, hackers in the underground, life and death bowling: I suspect Mitchell has a fondness for Murakami.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Coriander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Sally Gardner (275pp) The story takes place during Cromwell's reign. Coriander is a young girl who inherits more from her mother than anyone suspects. A sweet fairy tale that favors royalists over round heads.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I have three books for the bus to Death Valley: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Northanger Abbey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queen of the Desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women's Work, the first 20,000 Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Having never read Austin but loving gothic horror I figure Northanger is a safe introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with two in progress sock projects and some material to practice blackwork on. I hope that the children are similarly prepared *g* ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5839375002162232342?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5839375002162232342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5839375002162232342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5839375002162232342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5839375002162232342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5839375002162232342' title='Donner vs. 49er'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6460062348886094871</id><published>2008-01-17T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:56:26.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy laced windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Book of Lost Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, John Connolly (342pp) I've read other John Connolly books and enjoyed them but for some reason when this book came out in hardcover last year I never picked it up. I honestly can't say why. It might have had something to do with the premise of a child who loses his mother and then literally loses himself in his books. However, I did pick up a copy last weekend and after starting one chapter late Saturday night, spent all day Sunday finishing it. How could I not when it is retellings through personal experience of classic fairytales? The last hundred pages or so are the author's discussions of why he chose which tales as well the originals from which he drew.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghost Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Mitchell (426pp) I am almost done with this book having picked it up yesterday. Being home sick from work will allow for that to happen. It is a tale told in ten chapters. Each chapter is an individual viewpoint located in a differnet part of the world and yet all the stories are connected in one way or another. The first chapter reminded me of Murakami's book about the Tokyo subway attacks and it is rather an interesting way in which to start off a novel. There are retellings of folktales here and there but they are not necessarily essential to the plot as they were in the above book. Two sweet stories so far and Iam now on the chapter located in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;We finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the Banks of Plum Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Well, one of co-teachers did as I have laryngitis. I think I'll bring in Speedwell's Tale from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tales of Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow (presuming my voice is back from vacation) as I don't think we should start another chapter book before our big trip next week. It will also allow me to get a sense of possible reactions to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6460062348886094871?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6460062348886094871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6460062348886094871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6460062348886094871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6460062348886094871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6460062348886094871' title='Ivy laced windows'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1321471225175400991</id><published>2008-01-08T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:36:23.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><title type='text'>toasty toes</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! Warm &lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt; wooly red socks. Yummmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been kniting socks, lots o socks the past year or so but not necessarily wearing said socks. I wore my tall tall red pippi knee highs today and was not cold at all. I could get use to this. Whilst wearing said comfiness I also realised what will help make my knee highs stay high ( as one was knit a little taller than the other) and now I am wondering whether I should order that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kilt Hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book I saw at Schoolhouse last night or wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions decisions. I do want to start the bog jacket.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;No reading as I have been busy the past two days laying down the law. Perhaps I can read this weekend***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1321471225175400991?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1321471225175400991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1321471225175400991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1321471225175400991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1321471225175400991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1321471225175400991' title='toasty toes'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8231872872980300533</id><published>2008-01-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:32:26.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Zooks! Egad! and Demme</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;****(264pp) Well now, I think I know one of Barbara Cartland's sources of inspiration *g* It's a cute story even if the heroine (who is supposed to have one of the keenest wits in Europe) acts like a space cadet a lot of the time. Good guys rescuing aristos from the clutches of madame guillotine; unscrupulous republicans doing their best to keep royalists from winning; pride getting in the way of true love; thugs at the inn; black pepper in the snuff box; really creative explicatives; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? It's of it's authoress' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I will read next. I SHOULD be readng about Death Valley but maybe I'll start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; early instead.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Went to the LYS again in spite of the lghtning and thunder that was occurring. Picked up some more Noro sock yarn as well as a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selbuvotter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Terri Shea.  (Thanks to teabird's squirrel mittens :) **CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8231872872980300533?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8231872872980300533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8231872872980300533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8231872872980300533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8231872872980300533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8231872872980300533' title='Zooks! Egad! and Demme'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8830596094356877567</id><published>2008-01-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:21:03.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>the bell is striking twelve</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of winter break. Tomorrow begins child care and then come Monday School begins. Heh. Yeah so I made the most of today. Went to practice and there were only ten of us! Compared to the thirty or so in a cozy 18 person sized space it was positively cavernous (or is that Jules V. speaking to me?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went to the yarn shop which was: OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got me some Noro Sock in Go Green and I doubt they will be sox, but whatever, and I got me some BONE needles. This is for the go green goth in me (silliness now bodes ill for the kiddies tomorrow ). Also, I now have a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knitting Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Elizabeth Zimmerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into work to just make sure that things were okay. Well, and to enjoy the calm that is an empty classroom.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night and started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. Since I actually own a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I may join up again with Knit the Classics. Still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering a classics book group for the class as well. Two actually: one monthly and one bimonthly. Again, still thinking.****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8830596094356877567?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8830596094356877567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8830596094356877567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8830596094356877567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8830596094356877567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8830596094356877567' title='the bell is striking twelve'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7970589844542070980</id><published>2008-01-01T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:56:49.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Look it's a mammalian tortoise!</title><content type='html'>I am almost done with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Jules Verne, 239pp). It is quite different from the movie I remember seeing many, may years ago. &lt;em&gt;I do not want to hear of any remakes thank you, shudder, Dr. Dolittle comes creeping to mind&lt;/em&gt;. For one thing there are no competitors trying to get there first, which I recall as being a rather big plot device in the film. Alos I think there was woman on the expedition in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about it is that it seems wonderful chapter book for the class at the beginning of the year. I would love for the children to hear certain parts and be able to say "Wait a minute, he went where? Because he thought the earth is hollow?? That can't be right!" "They ran into a what? Were they even alive at the same time?" And there is much mention of the diferent geologic eras of the evolving earth which I think would be great as well.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I found a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women's Work, the First 20,ooo Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Elizabeth Wayland Barber) today while milling amongst the blob like mass which was "50% off all calendars today" at Pendragon books. One would have thought it was the ONLY place open today, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Baroness Emmuska Orczy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Greek Myths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Robert Graves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irish Folktales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ed. Henry Glassie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you know, I will have SO much time to read once the school year begins again***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7970589844542070980?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7970589844542070980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7970589844542070980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7970589844542070980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7970589844542070980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7970589844542070980' title='Look it&apos;s a mammalian tortoise!'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3501931850535302410</id><published>2007-12-31T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:35:03.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Old and New</title><content type='html'>One way in which my reading shelf grows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover a favorite author has a new blog. While reading said blog further discover that author is an avid change ringer. Briefly wonder if this is related to certain gentlemen's habits of jingling loose coins in their pockets. Presume it can't possibly be that but remain uncertain as to what it might possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While randomly perusing the web find a pattern for change ringer socks. Note that the pattern maker refers many times to the Nine Tailors.Briefly wonder, wth? Before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to book shop. Discover book titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Nine Tailors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Dorothy L. Sayers. Stand agahast at one's ignorance in not recognising a Lord Peter Wimsey novel. Promptly purchase book. Pour pint of cider. Remain not at home for rest of evening.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Another way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to morning practice after which do banking as planned and then walk for a loooong way to a yarn shop only to find it is closed. Mutter then head back and after another loooong walk duck nto a cafe and finish current read (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The King's Fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Scott O'Dell). Look at watch decide that there is enough time to go down the street and check out the used book shop. Arrive to find that it is: CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mutter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk all the way back to where practice was in the morning only go across the street to a shop which is open until (look at paper sign, look at watch) one more hour. Enter. Browse. Leave with two new books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firebringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, David Clement-Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Complete Grimms Fairy Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ed. Jack Zipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I will be reading it in.****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3501931850535302410?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3501931850535302410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3501931850535302410&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3501931850535302410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3501931850535302410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3501931850535302410' title='Old and New'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7486875268023683517</id><published>2007-12-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:37:48.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ringing the changes</title><content type='html'>I went into the city today. Didn't spend all that much time there. Just long enough to walk up and down Haight street looking for some things. Of the things I was looking for I only found one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Nine Tailors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Dorothy L. Sayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay. Before heading across the bay I went to practice this morning. I can really tell where I've been slacking. The last few days I've felt muscles I had forgotten were there. Well they are not letting me forget now. I'll have to do something about maintaining the regularity of class when break is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Article Pract the other day I not only found one of the books I was seeking (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book of Yarn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) I also found some bone knniting needles. Not being sure at the time what exactly I could use them for I did not pick up a pair. However I have since discovered that I do not have any 9 needles. And as there was a set available then I will go back and see of they are still available now. Minus the extra few miles of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have such wonderful story ideas to explain the ficticious origins of the needles ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7486875268023683517?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7486875268023683517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7486875268023683517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7486875268023683517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7486875268023683517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7486875268023683517' title='ringing the changes'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7089592519542105451</id><published>2007-12-26T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:20:39.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Skald</title><content type='html'>*Sigh* apparently I have read all of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakespeare Stealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tales and unless Mr. Blackwood is writing another there are no more to be read. I did return the volume I meant to today and instead got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Donna Jo Napoli (a story based upon an Icelandic saga in which an Irish Princess is kidnapped and sold as a slave to a Norse nobleman*) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tales From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Charles and Mary Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I keep intending to go into the city but so far I haven't made it yet. There are a couple of places I would like to go to as well as I received some movie passes which I would like to use. And yet being able to do nothing is so lovely that the thought of going to town, much as I love and miss SF, is proving a challenge. I did actually go to practice this morning and visited the aforementioned shop. But I then immediately came home, did some weeding, and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I played the Feynman physics lectures I have on CD I'd get some knitting done....***CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And yes I consider it so much better than the book I returned. Blame the historic textiles mentioned in it,the Cuchalainn references, or the fact that it is actually teaching me some real world geography: something that could prove of more use to me then mastering the art of whingeing (Which I already have down pat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7089592519542105451?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7089592519542105451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7089592519542105451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7089592519542105451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7089592519542105451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7089592519542105451' title='Skald'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5224469649933158115</id><published>2007-12-24T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:49:17.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>slightly sloshed seaons greetings</title><content type='html'>Gary Blackwood is a fun writer. He's the author of the &lt;strong&gt;Shakespeare Stealer&lt;/strong&gt; series in which the main character, Widge, first attempts to steal Hamlet and ends up becoming a player of the Globe. So far I have only read three of the stories but I am looking forward to the others. &lt;strong&gt;Pagan&lt;/strong&gt; is another YA historical series I would strongly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having read two Blackwood's, finished off &lt;strong&gt;the Silver Donkey&lt;/strong&gt; as well as &lt;strong&gt;Teach Like your Hair is On Fire &lt;/strong&gt;(like,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, not with) I started to read the first of &lt;strong&gt;the Fairytale Detectives&lt;/strong&gt; series. Ugh. I realise that cynical children's stroies are really popular right now (please lord let it stop soon) but I have never been fond of them. Wednesday morning this book is getting returned. ( I refuse to have this book in my collection and so will brave the boxing day return hordes in order to get rid of it: this is how much I detest cynical childrens stories.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me....&lt;strong&gt;the Black Arrow&lt;/strong&gt;! That should go nicely with my two bottles of Blackthorn (and it is so good to be back in CA where they actually stock the stuff!) I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verily a merry christmas to ye.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5224469649933158115?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5224469649933158115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5224469649933158115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5224469649933158115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5224469649933158115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5224469649933158115' title='slightly sloshed seaons greetings'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1523974161966529501</id><published>2007-12-22T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:13:38.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Solstice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R23srWYVV-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PcHp4sHi1F4/s1600-h/adams_oak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147030178640517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R23srWYVV-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PcHp4sHi1F4/s320/adams_oak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I started and finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday morning. While not as horrible as I thought (the story not the writing) I'm still glad I did not read this as a teenager. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Plague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Albert Camus did not bother me but this would have. As it is I can't really understand the Captain not being a bit warmer, y'know? After all it was children and Ralph was only 12. Doesn't childhood provide some lattitude for feeling? Of all the characters I most identified with Simon. Out of curiousity, does anyone know if he was an epileptic? There was a moment there when he was in his hiding place where it seemed he had a seizure. But that wasn't gone into.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Seashell on the Mountaintop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Alan Custer. It's the story of Nicolaus Steno the original founder of Geology. He was the first person to actually propose that shells people found in the mountains and glossopetrae (tongue stones) originally came from the sea instead of being generated from teh earth itself. He also proposed that one could tell how old fossils were by determining what layer in the earth they had been discovered in.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I have some new books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Black Arrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Robert Louis Stevenson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yay Robin Hood meets men in armor in Scotland)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Mirror: A History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Sabrine Melchior-Bonnet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we have a large mirror in the class which, when engaged in conversation the children prefer to watch themselves in rather than their conversation partner *oy*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Aeneid of Virgil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Robert Fitzgerald &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( I'm planning on reading Watership Down with the upper elementary students, and as Adams based his tale on the Aeneid, I'm trying to see if we should read it first or not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Sisters Grimm v.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Michael Buckley&lt;/div&gt;(Fun light reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakespeare's Scribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Gary Blackwood&lt;/div&gt;(More fun light reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1523974161966529501?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1523974161966529501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1523974161966529501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1523974161966529501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1523974161966529501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1523974161966529501' title='Solstice'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/R23srWYVV-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PcHp4sHi1F4/s72-c/adams_oak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2686723767870894047</id><published>2007-12-19T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:42:45.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Sing sing sing</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness: Holiday baked goods.I think no more need be said.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;During the rest times before performances we started reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the Shores of Plum Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Laura Ingalls appears to appeal. We read 22 chapters in two days. Meanwhile I have decided to face my resistance to reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I picked up a copy the other day. I'm working my way up to it by reading&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I Am the Messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first. Before that I just finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incantation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Alice Hoffman. It was about a girl named Estrella who lived during the times of Torquemada and the conversos (Jews who converted to Christianity). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this could be avoidance rather than preparation.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;How did I miss that sockwars was happening?! It's over now.Maybe next year****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2686723767870894047?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2686723767870894047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2686723767870894047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2686723767870894047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2686723767870894047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2686723767870894047' title='Sing sing sing'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8206698255356680091</id><published>2007-12-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:24:07.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Stopping by......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village, though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sounds the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Robert Frost (1874-1963)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8206698255356680091?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8206698255356680091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8206698255356680091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8206698255356680091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8206698255356680091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8206698255356680091' title='Stopping by......'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-9014602010984090575</id><published>2007-12-13T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:45:23.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Spin you right round</title><content type='html'>So many families have wanted to checkin this week. I can't remember a time when this has happened. Usually there is so  much holiday preparation going on (rehearsals, crafting, family coming or family travelling) that the last thing parents have thought of is checking in. (And considering conferences were three weeks ago?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have had at least one meeting every day in one capacity or another and I have two more tomorrow. One at 4pm and one at 7:15am. The last means I have to cath a 5:45 train, at the latest to be ther on time. This after a parrent get together tonight. And of course there is the class party, secret santa and another birthday circle tomorrow as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for myself I want to record that one of the meetings today ended with the mom saying that she thought this was the best year in elementary so far :)***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-9014602010984090575?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/9014602010984090575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=9014602010984090575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9014602010984090575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/9014602010984090575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#9014602010984090575' title='Spin you right round'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1433964561896679643</id><published>2007-12-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:58:16.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>And then there were 7</title><content type='html'>I wonder if schools have winter performances to make faculty really appreciate winter break? Perhaps its a way of channelling all that extra energy? Something needs too that's for sure. We were one staff member out on expected holiday and one called in sick which means that we were operating at low ratios today. Combine that with a fluctuating rehearsal schedule (what we planned last week is not going to happen except when it is but only for the moment and subject to change) and we were high, high energy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to give people assigned rooms to work in (we have several as the class is located in an Amish style barn house). But I go in late tomorrow as I will be closing so perhaps things will be calmer.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I went to a local book shop today to pick up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pillers of the Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I distinctly recall there being easily half a dozen copies there yesterday and one of the moms really recommended it. So of course when I got there the wind was whistling down the shelf that they once occupied. Oh well. I did find a cheap used copy of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pat Hobby Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by F.  Scott.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1433964561896679643?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1433964561896679643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1433964561896679643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1433964561896679643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1433964561896679643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1433964561896679643' title='And then there were 7'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6314379375467330356</id><published>2007-12-09T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:00:47.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I think I prefer Lupin.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fantomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Marcel Allain and Pierre Souvstre (295pp) According to the introduction this series of tales based upon the crime spree of a madman was made into silent films and was a source of inspiration to the originators of the surrealist movement. (Goodness mayhap this goes someway towards explaing my preference for magic realism, yes?) I can see where this would be appealing to the silent serial making filmster. I love the scene where the female hotel securities clerk after being hit upon by pseudo sherlockian Inspector Juve goes to the home of a wealthy entrepeneur for aid and is revealed to be his (the entrepeneur's) son - who, in an earlier chapter was proven to be not only dead but a murderer, because, you know, his mother is insane. Take that for serial twist of plot you would be soap opera buff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ending?! What an ending. No I certainly couldn't have seen that one coming. Should I spoil it? But you might read it so I won't. Let's just say that madame guillotine does not always get her man.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;On another note I think that wool skeins are really hibernating tribbles. How else to explain the 26 I found this afternoon? ****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6314379375467330356?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6314379375467330356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6314379375467330356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6314379375467330356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6314379375467330356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6314379375467330356' title='I think I prefer Lupin.......'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1374444482778123462</id><published>2007-12-08T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:55:03.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>to dye or not to dye</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I left at 5:45 a.m. to go to work. I arrived in plenty of time to sit in a cafe and have breakfast then off to open up. Imagine my surprise in find the doors all ready unlocked and no one there. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children arrive, music begins and I go to our team meeting. Then back to escort the children to class and the day begins. We had a special presenter planned but I forgot and he was late so we continued our day and then he had arrived and it was hurry, hurry he's waiting. In fact we had a phone call and two people in person within minutes of each other to let us know that he was here. Yes? but wasn't he late and so can't he now wait for us? apprently not. So everyone tidies up and we walk to the presentation which was planned for and hour &lt;em&gt;at the most&lt;/em&gt; but ended up being an hour and a half so lunch was late and playtime was later and I got whacked by a dodge ball in the middle of negotiations about whether soccer or dodge ball had rights to the playing field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to lunch two hours late and I'm thinking: we were suppose to dye yarn today for holiday knitting projects do I even feel like doing it now? But if I don't do it now then the yarn won't have the weekend to dry and that'll be a pain and a half so, ok we'll do it. I get back from lunch and two of my assigned seat people are not in their seats (long story) and that has to be dealt with, and is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the dying gets started at 2:30, and we only have one pot and two tubs but 4 dyers. I'm supposed to leave at 3:30. We get to work trading off presoaking tubs and a beaker to mix the dye in (and the beaker, which is glass, ends up having been broken during a crystal growing experiment so we switch to flasks), filling the first dye pot and setting it on the stove to "cook" and then switching the "cooked" yarn into a cooling bowl while the next dyer puts in their yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up leaving at 5:45 p.m. with all yarn having been cooked and rinsed and laid on the drying rack for Monday morning detangling and ball rolling. ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1374444482778123462?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1374444482778123462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1374444482778123462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1374444482778123462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1374444482778123462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1374444482778123462' title='to dye or not to dye'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7486034374642370366</id><published>2007-12-02T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:58:07.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Fourteen</title><content type='html'>I just counted: 14 days until winter break. Umm 14 business days that is (I refuse to include weekends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I had the worst headache. I can't imagine why. Could it be because last week the children, for whatever reason, decided to go on full test mode? &lt;em&gt;Let's see what happens if we do this and let's see what happens if we do that&lt;/em&gt;. Could it be because I had not one, not two, but three full morning observers walking around last week? Could it be because three families decided their child's birthday needed to be celebrated on the same day at the same time and that candles kept going out and three of my major testers decided to go into action during the ceremonies while all six relatives were present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. 14 days. And we have secret santa and crafting for family projects to start.***CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited: I just realised how many multiples of three happened in all those situations, anyone know about any planetary bruhahas???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7486034374642370366?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7486034374642370366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7486034374642370366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7486034374642370366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7486034374642370366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7486034374642370366' title='Fourteen'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5897406398857961403</id><published>2007-12-01T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:22:23.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>38,655 and I am quite satisfied thank you very much. After all it 38,655 I wouldn't have had if I hadn't joined at all. And I think at least 3k of it is stuff that really doesn't need to be in there. Stotiires and exposition I put in just to be writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough I was thinking that I had enough characters but I couldn't understand why not &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; of them wanted to get up and start &lt;strong&gt;doing&lt;/strong&gt; something. Until I retold or revised (or what ever you call recreating a myth) of Raven discovering light. Then all of the sudden a huntsman entered the picture and he started stirring things up- in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was explaining the elements of my story to one of my friends and she had this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no idea what's going on" expression when I stopped and asked, Did she knew the films of Jean Cocteau.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she said. So I then asked her,&lt;br /&gt;Did she remember the set designs for Orphee?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The basic premise of my story is what happens during the dark period in the moon's regular cycle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tale is not done but I can feel it now has a unifing force who is going to bring it together and move towards an ending. My story last year ended in a not very satisfying manner, which was due to my wanting it to just. stop. all. ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the class who participated achieved their goals though there were two who hadn't. We talked about what had been the hardest part for each of them, and surprisingly it was getting the idea and then figuring out what happened next. I say surprisingly because no one said sitting down to write. But then, judging from how many wanted to go straight from lunch to write and not to play I guess it should have been obvious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all reaady discussing doing it again next year***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5897406398857961403?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5897406398857961403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5897406398857961403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5897406398857961403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5897406398857961403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5897406398857961403' title='Over'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2426870742730867285</id><published>2007-11-25T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:57:14.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>surreal land</title><content type='html'>Huzzah! 25K and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that once I stopped trying to make my story make sense the writing got easier? I also discovered that if my narrator is chatty and inquisitive that also seems to get the story moving. *shrug* Metafiction anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapine has survived the cavern of fire but my wolf boy just entered an egyptian temple (&lt;em&gt;because he happend to look like the apis bull at the time&lt;/em&gt;) under the orders of one of the Morrigan sisters, who oddly enough resembles my foxmaiden, and is now in a Cretan labyrinth trying to figure out how to escape. And dangling girl (&lt;em&gt;who is also named Lu&lt;/em&gt;) is about to have a conversation with a giant amber colored tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, no sense to it at all.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2426870742730867285?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2426870742730867285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2426870742730867285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2426870742730867285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2426870742730867285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2426870742730867285' title='surreal land'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5192083561401148533</id><published>2007-11-24T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:17:09.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>bunny hop</title><content type='html'>18, 737 so far today. (Not written just the total so far :) Amazing how much easier writing is when you decide that it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not *g* Lapin has just reached a lake of fire after winessing a rather bizarre game of fydcyll. Poor bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bunnies I finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tales From Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. I also picked up two Peter Sis books and a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (not Bad Dolls) yesterday. Now that I've sorted my yarn from my fabrics I can make some dollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should go rescue Lu before the tree her rope is tied to collapses, and Lapin from sulfur poisoning; and maybe Lena ought not to open that mysterious box she just found, before I start making dollies**CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: 20, 037 *whew* If I do 5K everyday, starting tomorrow, I'll make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5192083561401148533?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5192083561401148533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5192083561401148533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5192083561401148533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5192083561401148533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5192083561401148533' title='bunny hop'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8503885789622772678</id><published>2007-11-21T18:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:50:32.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doom baby'/><title type='text'>Sprrrr-ite</title><content type='html'>So I got this new book today. It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Aranzi Alonzo. Now I want to go back and get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But maybe I should write the 30K first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Lapine (one of my main characters - what?! you though the Bunny award was just for laughs?) is going on a journey through a labyrinth of death but I still have to figure out who and what he'll meet along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ideas of course but I have to fact check a little to make sure that the who and the what are coinciding correctly. Meanwhile I have two girls hanging out on top of an abandoned water wheel, a baby of doom on a moon bridge and two friends just shattered a gazing ball and are telling stories to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you tink I got a plot in there somewhere? *g* **CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8503885789622772678?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8503885789622772678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8503885789622772678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8503885789622772678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8503885789622772678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8503885789622772678' title='Sprrrr-ite'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5253651814515215713</id><published>2007-11-18T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:21:48.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>reading 'n writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tales from Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;King of the Middle March (the Arthur Trilogy vol.III)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Kevin Crossley-Holland (Interstingly enough another book caught my eye in the shoppe this afternoon and upon reading the plot teaser it struck me as being a reversion of this series. Needless to say I did not purchase it. Is it just me or do most of the current YA books seem to be cut from the same cloth? Have I just been reading too many of the original myths so that now all heroic tales appear poor shadows? There was another book called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irish Tapestry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I believe which used the Cattle Raid of Cooley as a premise but was set in modern Chicago -egads maybe it was a great Salmon that set Mrs' O'Learey's barn ablaze!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palm of the Hand Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Yasunari Kawabata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Barrel of Laughs a Vale of Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Jules Feiffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On order are two books by Peter Sis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Tree of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (a book about Charles Darwin) and, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three Golden Keys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a story in which the hero returns to his homeland of Pargue and must find three golden keys to complete his journey.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So far I have 6,500 words. My goal is 10K by weekends end. The only way I see myself doing this is if each of my characters tells a story to pass the time. You know maybe I'm one of those people from that 'ameron era (Decameron, pentameron etc). Could explain why I like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sargasso Manuscript&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so much***CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edied at 11:20pm: 10, 0038! Now for 5K for each of the next 4 nights and I will be caught up. I can dream*g*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5253651814515215713?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5253651814515215713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5253651814515215713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5253651814515215713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5253651814515215713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5253651814515215713' title='reading &apos;n writing'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-1543498209239373659</id><published>2007-11-17T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:05:49.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbits'/><title type='text'>cottontale</title><content type='html'>So I worked on my story today and plan to do more work on it tonight and tomorrow. While taking a break I found this which is, in a way, related to the literary work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/Rz-WmsVcY5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/IH-YnuGl6HU/s1600-h/tresbeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133987691705951122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/Rz-WmsVcY5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/IH-YnuGl6HU/s320/tresbeare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: Bunny Lorekeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Rabbit Mythology score is 81%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfoImg"&gt;Wow, good work! You really know your bunny mythology. (Might want to check to make sure your ears aren't growing...) &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;moonrabbit&lt;/a&gt; Lorekeeper&lt;/span&gt; ****CV&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-1543498209239373659?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/1543498209239373659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=1543498209239373659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1543498209239373659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/1543498209239373659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1543498209239373659' title='cottontale'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/Rz-WmsVcY5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/IH-YnuGl6HU/s72-c/tresbeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7858690322631908873</id><published>2007-11-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:29:13.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Self directed</title><content type='html'>One of the groups reached their goal today :) As far as I know they're still writing.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Apparently two of the students made an apointment with the school head to talk over the fact that some of the adult community members were not living up to what we teach (small things like respect, consideration, etc). Turns out that these two would like to speak to the parents about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it is parents they feel are not following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Set two of my group in motion to plot a medieval garden for us. Imagine my surprise when they wanted to edge it with Flax.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7858690322631908873?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7858690322631908873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7858690322631908873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7858690322631908873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7858690322631908873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7858690322631908873' title='Self directed'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3288284189039686522</id><published>2007-11-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:28:27.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Blue meanie</title><content type='html'>I am mired in exposition. I think my story is not so much in search of a plot as it is in quest of a setting. So far all I know about that bit is an image of a large rolling hill like estate. I did get a more satisfying end to the opening bit though and that feels good.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I had to come down on some children today. May I ask why it is okay, young sir, for you to be flippant to me and I not call it as I see it? Hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:You are here for what reason?&lt;br /&gt;Q:This place is a what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: to learn&lt;br /&gt;A: a school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means playdates happen on your time not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for "I do what I like" as the actual quote is: "I like what I do".***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3288284189039686522?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3288284189039686522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3288284189039686522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3288284189039686522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3288284189039686522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3288284189039686522' title='Blue meanie'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7271021031033565285</id><published>2007-11-11T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:28:53.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bond'/><title type='text'>Re-view</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Her Majesty's Secret Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Ian Fleming (259pp) So I finally realised why I'm picking up these Bond books. It isn't for the stories. It's for the chase scenes. Fleming does good chase scenes. It meads of course that one must read the story to get to the chase but.....If I do not run across the word "dope" again I will not be sad. It must have been out of date even in the original era yes?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Richard Adams (479pp) What a delightful way to spend ones' weekend: reading the adventures of a migrating group of rabbits. There is somethng so special about having a warm kitty in one's lap while reading, "Can you run? I think not." It also makes me sad that I have no way of viewing the animated version by Don Bluth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going into my stack of two books available to reread at any time (the other being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M is for Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Neil Gaiman A new short story collection based on the premise of Ray Bradbury's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;R is for Rocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S is for Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How do I know? 'Cause Neil says so! This means that there are only two new stories in the collection (to me) but it does have &lt;em&gt;Chivalry&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;the Price&lt;/em&gt;; and it makes me impatient for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Graveyard Book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't picked up a copy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yet. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Isaak Dinesen.*****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7271021031033565285?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7271021031033565285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7271021031033565285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7271021031033565285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7271021031033565285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7271021031033565285' title='Re-view'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3900295763209239936</id><published>2007-11-09T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:33:43.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bond'/><title type='text'>Message? What message?</title><content type='html'>I just checked my cell phone and I had five messages and 12 missed calls. See, I haven't been paying attention to it since I got a new watch battery so those messages were from early last month. ooops! I am slowly but surelyleaving the communication age. If it were not for Internet there wouild be no connection at all. (That sounds kind of nice actually).&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;The other day one of the kidlets told me her word count from the preceding night. Dude, it took me three nights to get there. I'm sure she's already tripled it by now. Meanwhile other participants are zooming from lunch to their novelling and skipping recess all together.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;As far as reading is concerned I'm almost done with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her Magesty's Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I started &lt;strong&gt;Watership Down&lt;/strong&gt;. This is my second read through and I'm thinking it might be a good chapter book for the class. Currently we're reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm really having to pay attention to the words. Reading Lewis Carroll aloud when one is not only American but not of the Victorian age is a bit of a sticky wicket. ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3900295763209239936?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3900295763209239936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3900295763209239936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3900295763209239936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3900295763209239936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3900295763209239936' title='Message? What message?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5735947865472965680</id><published>2007-11-07T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:25:21.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>check in</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the Light of the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Carolyn McVikar Edwards (172pp) This is a collection of thirteen stories based on various myths from different cultures around that world. The author also includes pesonal experiences and insights before each story. There's a companion volume about the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thunderball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Ian Fleming and K McKlory, J. Wittington (258pp) A literate version of the film. I did find it tended to drag in spots but the underwater scenes are wonderfull.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boots and the Seven Leagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Jane Yolen (159pp) A teenage troll determined to see his favorite band winds up seeking his kidnapped brother instead.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;So I finally started writing for NaNoand of course I am waaay behind where one "should be" near the end of week one. Oh well. If anyone is willing to look at what I have so far and give feedback I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;The children set their goals today and have already started writing. Most are doing it in longhand so Isuggested that they count the words per page and then we could tally them at the end of the week. CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5735947865472965680?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5735947865472965680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5735947865472965680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5735947865472965680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5735947865472965680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5735947865472965680' title='check in'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5705089630481088939</id><published>2007-11-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:01:45.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moomintrolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Clocks Back</title><content type='html'>I picked up the Moomintroll collection today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thunderball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a slow read. This may be because I have seen the movie and the copyright page says that the book is based on a screen treatment by Fleming and another writer named McKlory. Mind you there is nothing unpleasant about having Sean Connery traipse around in one's imagination but ..... So I started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boots and that Seven Leagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and now I've run into the problem of the "defining" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those stories where the first person narrator presumes that the reader knows nothing about the context of the story and so explains every "new" term. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be reading the Rachel Carson biography for the book group but that doesn't meet until Tuesday. So many books and yet none to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't started my word count for NaNo yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get the pilot light lit today though. Heat is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weather was in the upper 70's today.****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5705089630481088939?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5705089630481088939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5705089630481088939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5705089630481088939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5705089630481088939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5705089630481088939' title='Clocks Back'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7007847298584908683</id><published>2007-11-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:09:30.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de Lint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moomintrolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Newsy news</title><content type='html'>Thank you Paula for the prezzies:) If I had a digital camera it would be up, so all of you will have to imagine a box of dark chocolate (mine!); a spiral bound note book with lined pages hidden behind a Kincaidian cover waiting to be filled with stories; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Writer's Workshop In a Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book (edited by Alan Cheuse and Lisa Alvarez and yet more candies. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;My co guide and I talked with the children today about NaNo and they seemed pretty excited. One started writing today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "I'm going to write 50K!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "Well, me and A. agreed to do 1K but if we make that before the end of the month we're doing 50K"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like reasonable expectations *g*&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Russia With Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night and it left me wondering if Ian Fleming felt the same way about Bond as Arthur Conan Doyle was said to have felt about Sherlock Holmes and if that would explain why the story ended that away it did. So I picked up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thunderball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Her Majesty's Secret Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tonight. I also have Isaak Dinesen's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a copy of Bullfinch's&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mythology, M is for Magic&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Neil Gaiman, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boots and the Seven Leagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I saw that the collected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moomintroll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comics volume 2 is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Charles DeLint has a new book coming out in spring called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! AND Nick Cave has a new album due out at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes up for the two really strange guys I've run across this week *shudder* Neither of whom was named Rafe and yet I have met a person of said name this week. Why does that name sound like it was picked out of a gothic book?&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am doing NANo this month. Why do you ask?******CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7007847298584908683?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7007847298584908683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7007847298584908683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7007847298584908683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7007847298584908683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7007847298584908683' title='Newsy news'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-4933033831668127540</id><published>2007-10-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:21:17.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>hallowed hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Hallowe'en!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a major celebration day in the sense that it was all halloween all day. I am still adjusting to the school culture so I wasn't quite prepared for so much but that's okay. Now I will know for next year and already have a few ideas in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed as Edna St. Vincent Millay. There were all sorts of guesses for what I was when I arrived, from butterfly to witch :) I wore a 1918 black lace panel dress I bought years ago from a store in lower Haight (which doesn't exist any nore) a broadbrimmed black hat with flowers and a burgandy velvet calf length coat with those infamous shoes of the 4inch heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun but my feet are very happy we are at home now *g*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the Mark of Zorro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Russia with Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-4933033831668127540?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/4933033831668127540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=4933033831668127540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4933033831668127540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/4933033831668127540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4933033831668127540' title='hallowed hollow'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-263756314641626050</id><published>2007-10-28T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:14:39.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Emily and Illse</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily of New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, LM Montgomery (338pp) Emily is different than Anne in more than looks. Like Anne she is an orphan but only because her father passes away when she is 11 years old. Emily's mother died rather suddenly when Emily was four and so she aand her father had been taking care of each other since. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily of New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is harsher than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The adults are prone to sarcasm and gossip. Perhaps the author idetified with Emily more than Anne. There is much talk of catching beaus and Aunt Elizabeth was hard to understand much as this reader wanted to. Interestingly the sympathetic Aunt Laura also gave me cause to wonder with her white lies and subverting of consequences. Dean Priest also struck me as odd. Something about a man in his 30's waiting for a 12 year old was a little too Nabokov for me.  I did love the Catholic pries though and I hope he returns in other stories. Emily is a writer with dreams of being a poetess and possibly a novelist. Once again the reader meets Ms. Montgomery's love of things fey and Tennyson. I will look for the other two in this series.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-263756314641626050?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/263756314641626050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=263756314641626050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/263756314641626050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/263756314641626050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#263756314641626050' title='Emily and Illse'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5114900782169838678</id><published>2007-10-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:09:03.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Carnations and Violets</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Knight of the Maison Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas (398pp) Maurice Lindey is your typical handome, brave, impulsive heroic member of the Republic. He is both patriotic and chivalric to the point that though he may be commanding the guard at the King's execution he will kill anyone who disrespects said personage. His good friend Lorin continually improvises quatrains and cites ancient poetry in response to typical conversations and is also a loyal member of the republic (with a sense of humor). Insert a mysterious beauty married to an unscrupulous Royalist, a mysterious chevalier determined to save the Queen, a loathesome cobbler and France during the revolution and what do you get? Why Mr. Dumas in all his swashbukling glory :) Oddly the end reminded me of Dickens.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Today I started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giordano Bruno and the Embassy Conspiracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rainbow Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the seventh in the Anne of Green Gables series.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;In class we finished reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Phantom Tollbooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Norman Juster. I'm not sure what we will be reading next. So far I'm considering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Lewis Carroll or perhaps &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Kin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Peter Dickinson.****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5114900782169838678?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5114900782169838678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5114900782169838678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5114900782169838678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5114900782169838678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5114900782169838678' title='Carnations and Violets'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3679635067316369378</id><published>2007-10-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:27:01.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MKinley'/><title type='text'>bookes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mississippi Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, LA Meyer In which our intrepid heroine narrowly misses being taken home and tried in court by the intervention of ye olde theater troupe only to reprise the role of lost native american maiden who knows how to out houdini houdini as far as controtionist acts go,writes pre silent era Perils of Pauline, does a bit of the Blue Lagoon, gets tarred and feathered whilst away from her show boat and at long last reunites with her true love (for all of five minutes). Will the Mississippi ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragonhaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Robin McKinley I think what I love about this book is how much I can relate to it as a developmental study. I refuse to explain. Go read it now.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Knight of the Maison Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3679635067316369378?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3679635067316369378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3679635067316369378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3679635067316369378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3679635067316369378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3679635067316369378' title='bookes'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-356915980421058918</id><published>2007-10-13T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:46:16.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might Need A Crow or Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/RxGComyiImI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZXmsWjXT64Q/s1600-h/303fried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121017885415842402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/RxGComyiImI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZXmsWjXT64Q/s320/303fried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a short story on a Paula's short story blog a week or so ago. For those who are interested here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trimmings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snip, snip, snip, Solitude snipped a few dead rose heads with her newly sharpened shears. Nice, she thought, as they popped and then hopped over the hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ordinary daylight the roses might bewilder any casual passerby; or perhaps not. It is possible that the mixture of red pink orange plum yellow coral variously tipped and variegated blooms might appear perfectly reasonable. Our casual passer by might presume that the hedge was comprised of many differing rose plants overgrown and bound together so that one could –if one was of the mind too, possibly pick any bloom, that is choose not “pick”, and after locating its individual stem from thence trace the stem through all its winding and wending curves until reaching the vary base of its original root. Alas for our determined root seeker, such an action would not be possible for all blooms, each and every bud, and each and every blown florescence, led to one root stock: Period. Best to give up and say it was a botanical mutation supreme and simply admire it in all its phantasmal-glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude was of course used to the wondrousness of the hedge and her sole concern at the moment was to make the overgrown bits esthetically pleasing while not actually trimming the hedge and creating an inhabited feel. That would not do at all. She enjoyed the wild exclusiveness of a slightly overgrown maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too overgrown and it appeared abandoned, forlorn, forgotten, and thus an open invitation for any sort of romantic minded over imaginative dreamer to enter and that was not acceptable. On the other hand, too neat and tidy, and than the respectable callers, the rule followers, the rigid thinkers would appear and what fun would that be? No not appropriate either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a carefully tended and artistically mussy hedge indicated the possibility of persons who cared and perhaps were away for a little too long but surely would be returning any day now. Thus a romantic might pause but would not intrude or loiter overlong. And as for the respectable people, well they would eye the disarray and mentally note to themselves that this was a rather untidily kept up place and quite possibly the residents were lazy, idle or poor groundskeepers, or worse: incompetent at either hiring or managing servants (or even a worse horror: both!) and not worth the trouble to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Solitude continued snipping the rose hedge and humming to herself happily. Occasionally a rather fetching tendril would peep out at her, and a twig or two would catch her fancy, and these she tucked away thus refurbishing her garments and at the same time shedding bits of cobweb and spider spit to encourage that slight disreputableness of the overall esthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular tendril was exceedingly mobile. And as Solitude observed it, it appeared rather thicker and furrier than a rose stem ought to be. Puzzled she peered closer. What could this be she wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a tail of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she paused mid-snip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not a well. That is not here at all and you know it dear Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can’t complain can’t complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings you out this way Cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude was puzzled even further. Cat was known for being his own best company why would he seek out the companionship of someone as Solitary as Himself? Wait a moment. She had felt a peculiar resonance with the word Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for me Cat? Or looking for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat, the word “you” can refer to me or it can refer to any other person present who may or may not be visible. It is a rather general pronoun. In fact it is a little too general for a Cat to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, dear Solitude, I was seeking solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I have found you, Solitude but not solitary at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean Cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat, must you always speak in riddles? I can not make you out; neither head nor tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see my tail can’t you? asked Cat in a rather worried tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see my head then can’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in very relieved accents. Well that explains why you can’t make me out head and tail but not why you can’t make me out neither head nor tail as you can see my tail if not my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly exasperated Solitude snipped her shears across the leafy tops several times in rapid succession nearly neatly trimming it in the process but she caught herself in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maxima calamitas!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Solitude and Cat startled and glancing at each other saw their own expressions mirrored: what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked up: Nothing. They looked behind: Nothing again. They looked before themselves: Still more nothing. And then they thought to look down and there, neatly disappearing into the hedge, was a white cotton tail followed after by the faintly echoing cry of:” maxima calamitas, maxima calamitas, maxima calamitas,” until only the faintest whisper of that odd Latin phrase trailed back to them to finally vanish amidst the tangle of thorny stem and spiny leaf which had heretofore tidily hidden the rabbit’s passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t that interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can it mean?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Snip, snip, snip. Another pair of sharpened blades was trimming a hedge not of leaf but of words. Snip, snip, snip, snip, and another set of trimmings were added to the pile of barber like clippings on the floor surrounding the figure’s chair. The spectacled and hunched form appeared to not notice the steadily increasing collection and that soon he would be all a sea in a tidal pool of newsprint and photo essays if he didn’t do something like sweep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snip, snip, s-n-n-n—i-i-p! And fluttering to the floor in a whispery sigh more shreds joined their brethren. A gentle breeze acting the moon’s role shifted the flowing mass across the floor first in one slow sweep towards one end of the room and then back again to the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “What are you doing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slight bespectacled and bearded form jumped and whirled around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “Give me that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his scissors were snatched away before he could blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress stood before him, clearly outraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then blinked and looked down. Slowly his eyes wandered over the vermicelli covered flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermicelli? That couldn’t be vermicelli. He shook his head to clear the mist of thoughts. Well if it wasn’t vermicelli what else came in long thin strips? Fettuccini? He peered closer. No, there were markings on the strips – so, tickertape? Why would he be in a room covered with tickertape? He listened carefully but all he could hear was the sound of Mistress’ angry breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He peered owlishly at her. “Did I miss the parade?” he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down and then back up. “The ticker tape parade, did I miss it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress shook her head in exasperation and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The librarian looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “You have been shredding the library.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: “I what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “You have been clipping the books, over editing the stacks, perforating the paragraphs, serratting the spines and lacerating the lines.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: “Why would I do that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “I certainly don’t know, you being the librarian and all. You tell me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The librarian looked around himself more closely this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which ones”, he finally ventured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “What do you mean which ones?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: “Which books have I been clipping?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “Does it matter which ones? Isn’t it enough that you have been?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head slightly. “I don’t know.” He paused again for a while before continuing. “Have I been clipping all of them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress looked thoughtfully at the floor. Then she looked at him and said, “No. If it had been all of them you would have drowned by now or at least suffocated which is near enough the same thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, “Then it does matter which ones have been clipped.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After glancing around once more Mistress asked, “And how do you propose discovering which ones?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked slightly surprised, “By reading the bindings of course”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress looked around again this time making rather a show of it. Then she returned her gaze to him and asked if he saw any bindings in the room. And here she shifted a tremendous backwash of shredding with her foot and stirred them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtfully, more concerned with the investigation then the opinion of Mistress he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, but even if the bindings are not here I can piece the pages back together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyebrows rose and nearly disappeared behind her skull in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” he said and then smiled. “I am the librarian after all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed theatrically then inquired if he would like the assistance of One, Two, Three or Four in the process of piecing the pages to be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you no”, he quickly replied and then added, “however…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress: “Yes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: “Would you be so kind as to take these away with you?” Here he pointed to the scissors very carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocketing them equally carefully within the folds of her apron Mistress left, closing the door softly behind her.&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-356915980421058918?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/356915980421058918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=356915980421058918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/356915980421058918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/356915980421058918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#356915980421058918' title='Might Need A Crow or Two'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/RxGComyiImI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZXmsWjXT64Q/s72-c/303fried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3900154061732208636</id><published>2007-10-08T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:59:36.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Meeting of Two Cultures day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of training. And even though it was hard to be nonstop for five weeks I am sad that the training is over. We had a graduation ceremony complete with quiz questions as we received our certificates: philosophy, anatomy or do a chant. Totally in fun of course. My question was: What is the difference between knitting, crochet and needlepoint ;)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;In true form whenever there is a break in school routine like a day off I am fighting a cold (bleh). I went to practice this morning with a new teacher and interestingly enough during the inversion of choice segment she talked about having attended a class led by the Yoga Trainer I had just trained with (I was wondering why her sequencing seemed familiar).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anne's House of Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and ordered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragonhaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mississippi Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Funny momene occurred as the book seller was checking her warehouse for the latter book she asked, "How do you spell that?" "Mississi- " "Oh, that Mississippi" ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3900154061732208636?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3900154061732208636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3900154061732208636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3900154061732208636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3900154061732208636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3900154061732208636' title='Meeting of Two Cultures day'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-293721746902377156</id><published>2007-10-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:59:13.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>errata</title><content type='html'>Reading has been a bit off lately. I am still making my way through the Anne series and I'm almost finished with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anne of Windy Poplars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Last night I picked up some new books including volume 10 of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hikaru no Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which I read all the way through (aaah manga :). I started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kissing the Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Emma Donoghue this afternoon during our lunch break and I'm almost halfway through that. It wasn't utlil I reread the back copy that I saw it was recommended ny Fracesca Lia block - she of Weetzie Bat fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why she would be a promoter of this volume. It's retold Fairy Tales with a feminist edge. However, it is also a collection of stories in which one character asks another character how they came to be the way they are and this character's reply leads to the next tale and so on. So far I have met revisions of Ashenputtle, Bluebeard, Snow, White, Beauty, Rapunzel, The Goose Girl and now am in the midst of Rumplestiltskin.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of books I decided to start three reading groups in class. For Fiction we are reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Halloween Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Ray Bradbury; Biography is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to Crickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about Rachel Carson and Non Fiction is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Book of Forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or anglo american poetry.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;We started office hours at my school (which is times on a particular day for parents to sign up and come and talk with one of the adults for a half hour). A sort of check in. First day the sheet went up someone signed themselves up for once every month (and now wants more), another wanted to do the same but was persuaded to do one and then see if every month was really necessary; then I didn't check but another parent signed up the morning of office day and then someone needed different arrangements for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes I am glad Monday is a holiday.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-293721746902377156?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/293721746902377156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=293721746902377156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/293721746902377156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/293721746902377156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#293721746902377156' title='errata'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6936736429475161515</id><published>2007-10-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:06:53.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satya graha baby</title><content type='html'>October 2nd is Ghandi's birthday! I noticed it on the class clalendar today. Imagine my surprise when most of the nearby children said,  "Ghandi? Who's that?" I so booked it to the book shop tonight and got me a bio of Bapu and I'm bringin' in the salt and the candle and now do I wish I'd shelled out the money for the charka wheel I saw on ebay last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a lesson planned for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I discovered today while talking about the happenings in Burma that my assistant is Laotian. My best friend in HS was from Thailand, her dad was Laotian. Her family came to the US as a consequence of the holacaust (I do not use hat word lightly) that occurred there. She shared only a little of what it was like to not know whether you would survive or not and even less about the fact that her dad had not come with them and was still in Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how little one can know about tragedies and yet those most deeply affected by them can be so close.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6936736429475161515?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6936736429475161515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6936736429475161515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6936736429475161515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6936736429475161515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6936736429475161515' title='satya graha baby'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-5774568118215988393</id><published>2007-09-30T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:11:31.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>sadhana pada</title><content type='html'>I didn't find the books I was looking for so I will most likely order them from a local shop whenever I have time to do so. I am very much looking forward to next Monday:the meeting of two cultures day (ooo how PC) So far this week there are two scheduled night meetings. This is not to say that there might not be a surpise meeting sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my team mates said that last year she felt like she was reacting all year long. This year she feels more on top of things. So there is hope. Also it appears that the upper El guide may not be here until May. (......)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Final week of teacher training coming up. While it has been a challenge to be training and teaching nonstop I will miss going in and being with my fellow trainees. Yesterday was pretty intensive with actual teaching, we rotated groups and sequences and I got called on to teach half the class. At first I thought the instructor was joking (he has a certain sense of humor) so when he said "CV is going to teach now." I said. "I am?" Oh you mean really teach. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about the possibility of unconditional love, the sutras of Patanjali and bhandas. Last week was all about the Gita***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-5774568118215988393?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/5774568118215988393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=5774568118215988393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5774568118215988393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/5774568118215988393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5774568118215988393' title='sadhana pada'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-2761124349662903196</id><published>2007-09-29T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:35:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loka samistha sukhino bhavantu</title><content type='html'>After receiving an urgent email from a friend I have just spent an interesting evening catching up on events in Burma. I can spare a candle: can you?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have read that the Burmese monastics and lay people have been chanting the Buddha’s words on lovingkindness or “metta” during many of their marches. If you do not know it already, here are the words in Pali and in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Karaniya Metta Sutta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the Buddha’s discourse on Loving Kindness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karaniyam atthakusalena&lt;br /&gt;Yan tam santam padam abhisamecca&lt;br /&gt;Sakko uju ca suju ca&lt;br /&gt;Suvaco c'assa mudu anatimani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what should be done&lt;br /&gt;By one who is skilled in goodness&lt;br /&gt;Having glimpsed the state of perfect peace,&lt;br /&gt;Let them be able, honest and upright,&lt;br /&gt;Gentle in speech, meek and not proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santussako ca subharo ca&lt;br /&gt;Appakicco ca sallahukavutti&lt;br /&gt;Santindriyo ca nipako ca&lt;br /&gt;Appagabbho kulesu ananugiddho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Contented and easy to support,&lt;br /&gt;With few duties, and simple in living.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquil their senses, masterful and modest,&lt;br /&gt;without greed for supporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na ca khuddam samacare kinci&lt;br /&gt;Yena viññu pare upavadeyyum&lt;br /&gt;Sukhino va khemino hontu&lt;br /&gt;Sabbe satta bhavantu sukhitatta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, let them not do the slightest thing&lt;br /&gt;That the wise would later reprove.&lt;br /&gt;Let them cultivate the thought:&lt;br /&gt;May all be well and secure,&lt;br /&gt;May all beings be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye keci panabhut'atthi&lt;br /&gt;Tasa va thavara va anavasesa&lt;br /&gt;Digha va ye mahanta va&lt;br /&gt;Majjhima rassakanukathula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Whatever living creatures there be,&lt;br /&gt;Without exception, weak or strong,&lt;br /&gt;Long, huge or middle-sized,&lt;br /&gt;Or short, minute or bulky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dittha va yeva adittha&lt;br /&gt;Ye ca dure vasanti avidure&lt;br /&gt;Bhuta va sambhavesi va&lt;br /&gt;Sabbe satta bhavantu sukhitatta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether visible or invisible,&lt;br /&gt;And those living far or near,&lt;br /&gt;The born and those seeking birth,&lt;br /&gt;May all beings be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na paro param nikubbetha&lt;br /&gt;Natimaññetha katthacinam kanci&lt;br /&gt;Byarosana patighasañña&lt;br /&gt;Naññamaññassa dukkham iccheyya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let none deceive another&lt;br /&gt;Or despise any being in any state;&lt;br /&gt;Let none wish others harm&lt;br /&gt;In resentment or in hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mata yatha niyam puttam&lt;br /&gt;Ayusa ekaputtam anurakkhe&lt;br /&gt;Evampi sabbabhutesu&lt;br /&gt;Manasam bhavaye aparimanam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as with her own life&lt;br /&gt;A mother shields her child,&lt;br /&gt;her only child, from hurt&lt;br /&gt;Let all-embracing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;For all beings be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mettañ ca sabba-lokasmim&lt;br /&gt;Manasam bhavaye aparimanam&lt;br /&gt;Uddham adho ca tiriyanca&lt;br /&gt;Asambadham averam asapattam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate a limitless heart of goodwill&lt;br /&gt;For all throughout the cosmos,&lt;br /&gt;In all its height, depth and breadth --&lt;br /&gt;Love that is untroubled&lt;br /&gt;And beyond hatred or enmity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Titthañ caram nisinno va&lt;br /&gt;Sayano va yavat'assa vigatamiddho&lt;br /&gt;Etam satim adhittheyya&lt;br /&gt;Brahmam etam viharam idhamahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you stand, walk, sit or lie,&lt;br /&gt;So long as you are awake,&lt;br /&gt;Pursue this awareness with your might:&lt;br /&gt;It is deemed the Divine Abiding- here and&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ditthiñca anupagamma silava&lt;br /&gt;Dassanena sampanno&lt;br /&gt;Kamesu vineyya gedham&lt;br /&gt;Na hi jatu gabbhaseyyam punar eti'ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Holding no more to wrong views,&lt;br /&gt;A pure-hearted one, having clarity&lt;br /&gt;of vision, being freed from all sense desires,&lt;br /&gt;Is not born again into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-2761124349662903196?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/2761124349662903196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=2761124349662903196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2761124349662903196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/2761124349662903196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2761124349662903196' title='loka samistha sukhino bhavantu'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7492658193543994120</id><published>2007-09-24T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:12:59.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have a Lesson?</title><content type='html'>Adult down! (with a cold) and no not me. I found out when I came in this morning that my main assistant called in sick so I closed for him today. We really have so little time to actually work with the children that I find when I stay later I actually get some good lesson time in. This afternoon I played sentence punctuation with one of the late afternoon children. At first she wanted a "challenge" one. After which she said, "I want an easy one now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how would you punctuate this sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dog or was it the cat who drank the milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She left the work out for tomorrow morning. We also started a crystal experiment with cupric sulphate this morning with much discussion of the differences between solution, saturated solution and super saturated solution. ***CV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7492658193543994120?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7492658193543994120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7492658193543994120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7492658193543994120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7492658193543994120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7492658193543994120' title='Can I Have a Lesson?'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-3089107168209281345</id><published>2007-09-22T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:13:57.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>Today I finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anne of the Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, LM Montgomery, and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsene Lpine, Gentleman-Thief&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;Maurice Leblanc. A coteacher commented to me the other day that she wished she had time to read a real book. I don't really have the time but I think I would go mad if I didn't make time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is I am trying to figure out how I can get the latest Bloody Jack and the latest Robin McKinley books this weekend without coming home tomorrow at nine. (Oh wait, Borderlands in the city. I'm observing and practicing as part of the training tomorrow: it's a "field trip", so maybe I can go after!)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Today in class we all got to teach a sequence first to one partner and then to a group of three people. Anyone who has taken a flow class knows that the teacher in such is continually leading and talking. It's almost like a monologue without the seated audience. It's much harder than it would appear from the practice mat.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise until I was actually in class that I had forgotten to do one of our homework assignments. I did the take home anatomy quiz, I read the chapter, I studied the bones and muscles but I did not write the 110 word essay. What, I hear you say. 100 words? That's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic: Who am ? What do I want? Where am I going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no guidance as to what angles to take this topic from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my printer is almost out of ink. ***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-3089107168209281345?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/3089107168209281345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=3089107168209281345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3089107168209281345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/3089107168209281345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3089107168209281345' title='Just another day'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-7436982482221151724</id><published>2007-09-20T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:36:41.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>two weeeks more</title><content type='html'>No matter how many times I say it each year it still amazes me how true it is: It takes time to get to know a person. I may be fully prepeared with all conference forms. I may have read all teh records of lessons given and status of progress. Still. all that doesn't matter until I have worked with someone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Virginia. It takes all of the first month to really get going***CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my secret weapon in grammar review is on the spot mad lib mother goose ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-7436982482221151724?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/7436982482221151724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=7436982482221151724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7436982482221151724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/7436982482221151724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7436982482221151724' title='two weeeks more'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-6521414438035512455</id><published>2007-09-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:48:31.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Choice is not License</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/Ru9KEjR9NPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_esbhcNEl6o/s1600-h/lenore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111385544139289842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/Ru9KEjR9NPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_esbhcNEl6o/s200/lenore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turns out that the education program is not tonight but tomorrow night. As I said to the secretary when she told me this, "You mean I get to go home tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow will be a long day but at least that is only (knock on wood) 2 and not 3 loooong days this week.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say to the "homework bound" parental units that may read this (&lt;em&gt;like how likely is that? pfft not very&lt;/em&gt;): a weekly update reflecting the doings of 38+ children is not going to mean that all the lessons listed involved your particular child. Dude. Just chill. *bleh* And this check off which lessons on the update your child says he did and which he says he didn't? What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad parent. No weekly update for you anymore.*&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So today was something of a reality check for a few students like: CV can raise her voice?! CV will tell me to stop?! When she says "please bring your journal" she means it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and if we need to practice sitting, walking, and cursive - it will happen. ****CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny bit: when I met the homework bound parent in question as I was coming in this a.m. said parent was very concerned that there seemed to be a lot of emphasis on reading and literature but not so much on math. Why said person wondered. So I asked how much this person knew about Montessori. Not much was the reply, only what had been learned while their child was at the school. Ok I said. I have some homework for you. Look up Montessori and Math on the internet then tell me what you find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The response? Well the directress said parents would never have to do homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would someone disentangle that for me please. I and a fellow teacher are very confused by their statement and/ or logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.***CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-6521414438035512455?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/6521414438035512455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=6521414438035512455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6521414438035512455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/6521414438035512455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6521414438035512455' title='Choice is not License'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SdPQPNwFZDY/Ru9KEjR9NPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_esbhcNEl6o/s72-c/lenore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19016499.post-8502190319472042925</id><published>2007-09-14T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:13:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Know......</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow starts the second weekend of teacher training. Ten hours each day not counting commute time. I probably should read the materials yes?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange. I hadn't realised how structured my other classroom environments were before. But these first weeks at the new school have really brought that fact home. This is a very busy school and the children are engaged in one activity or another throughout the day. Not all at once. In small groups or individually. Vocals, music, art, setting up snack, cleaning up snack, setting up lunch, taking down lunch, loading the dishwasher, chorus, instrument lessons, etc. And in between all this they are being given lessons, initiating researches, reading, being read to, writing and socialising. Have I mentioned the languages? So while the children are doing all this they are also being taught by a spainish and a french teacher. That is, two teachers who only speak to the children in those languages, all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hae decided that as a gift to myself during my circle time (we decided to give each guide a set time of day instead of rotating it as we ahd been doing:I get teh morning to luch one), for the most part I will be reading from a chapter book, teaching a new song a week, and incorporating group games.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the families. All of whom have their childs interest in heart but ... well, how does one explain to an interested parent that when you say, "I will be working with your child on such and such an academic", it does not mean that you have worked with the child in that area yet ,and that, really, quizzing your child the night you get my note is not going to manifest the particular learning right then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a review of future tense versus past perfect is in order.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I finished, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Promises to Keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday and started, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Grrrl Lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that night. I've been alternating, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arsene Lupine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ann of the Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Davy really reminds me of some current children i know.*****CV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19016499-8502190319472042925?l=chittavrtti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/feeds/8502190319472042925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19016499&amp;postID=8502190319472042925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8502190319472042925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19016499/posts/default/8502190319472042925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chittavrtti.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8502190319472042925' title='I Want to Know......'/><author><name>chittavrtti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02902747917974034723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/chittavrtti/shishioh-7b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
