Adventures of a Crazy American

Ice Hotel (Kiruna) and Harstad

2013-02-28T14:20:00.003+00:00

Installment two of our Scandinavia trip.

Ice Hotel

We left Stockholm by night train heading towards Kiruna. Luckily it was just one train the whole way and we didn't have to change trains. My friends, husband and I spent the evening having a picnic and playing card games. It was a great time.

In the morning we looked outside to see what a change the night made. We had arrived in the arctic circle and there was snow everywhere, and not in small amounts. We were on the train for another couple of hours just enjoying the scenery and talking to a Swedish guy in our compartment. He was volunteering as a warden in one of the national parks about one hour north of Kiruna. He was really interesting and told us how he tried to volunteer every year since it meant he got to spend a number of weeks in the northern part of Sweden for little cost. He helps tourists and keeps track of hikers and generally has a great time skiing and watching the northern lights. Sounds like a good holiday to me.

We arrived in Kiruna and took a taxi to the Ice Hotel. There are no words for the ice hotel, just pictures attempting to show how beautiful and amazing it is.

Ice Church

Ice Hotel Entrance

Into the Ice

Reindeer skin door to the bathrooms (which are inside thankfully)

Ice bed

all made of ice and snow

One of the "luxury" rooms

The Ice Hotel really is an amazing feat of engineering. They (whoever owns or runs the hotel I have no idea) make the hotel every year. Every May the snow and ice begin to melt and they can no longer have guests - so the ice hotel goes back into the lake that is frozen over behind it. Unlike on James Bond, the Ice Hotel is actually on land. Even though the lake is frozen very well, it still can't handle the weight of the ice and snow required to build this hotel. I think it houses something like 192 in one night (or can handle that amount).

It also has some hundreds and hundreds of winter weddings every season while it is open. In the Ice Church of course. Because many people want to wear traditional clothing (wedding dresses and regular suits) our guide told us that most of the weddings don't last more than 15 minutes - which sounds like a great wedding to me. Just as we were leaving we actually saw a woman all dressed up to get married - with a white fur shawl to match her dress, it was really romantic. Would have been nice to get married there. No way hubby and I could have afforded that though!

After Kiruna we got back on the train and headed to Harstad.

Harstad

Lights in Harstad

Harstad is in Norway and required a train journey then two buses to get there. It could have taken less time if there were more bridges across the many fjords - but alas there were not so it took most of a day to get there. While there we didn't expect to see any northern lights (since the city lights were soo bright) but actually that was the best light show we got to see our whole trip. The lights were bright greens and had yellow and purple and little bits of red. It was amazing and even though the town was just like any town, I really wish we could have stayed one more night.

Instead we headed to Tromso - by boat. It took most of a day (again) to get there, but a much more comfortable day than getting to Harstad since we were just on a cruise boat (with about 1,000 retired people) the whole time and got to see a lot of landscape in northern Norway.

Next part to come- Tromso and Oslo!

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Stockholm

2013-02-24T12:34:00.003+00:00

My husband, me and two of our friends went to Stockholm, Kiruna, Harstad, Tromso and Oslo together over 12 days as a holiday. Our main goal was to see the northern lights -which we did! - but also to visit the cities a little as well. Needless to say we had a great time, I think Stockholm and Oslo are some of my most favorite cities to visit now: my list includes for many different reasons Rome, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Banner Elk, London, Whitby, Krakow and Nashville.

I loved Scandinavia (or what I have seen of it so far) for many reasons (the people were always nice, good food, snowy but not too rainy and beautiful landscape) but I really loved all the wood flooring and real wood everywhere; tables, chairs, banisters etc. It was amazing to see after years in HK where plastic and chipboard live and die. I mean I know that wood goes moldy in HK, but I missed real wood features. Even Stockholm and Oslo airport had wood flooring and banisters - which was a nice treat coming off the plane.

I didn't love the cost. My husband called it one of those places you visit - like Tokyo - where, when you look into your wallet you feel you have been mugged, only to find out actually no one violently took your money or invaded your wallet, but the result is still the same - no money left over. It costs a lot to just get around on a regular basis as a tourist, so you must save up before going.

I hope to write about each place we visited during this trip individually - so starting with Stockholm here are some highlights:

Stockholm airport was a little funny because it had an ABBA tribute area - apparently they are opening an ABBA music museum or something like that soon. I do love ABBA but I didn't realize that Swedish people did as well, perhaps they don't and this will just bring the tourists - I don't know.

I love ABBA but WOW a whole museum??

Stockholm was amazing because of it's age. The architecture was beautiful nearly everywhere we went in the city center and old town.

old town

old town street

old town street? not sure if it is a street or an alley
I think it is used as a street though

Also the Swedes and Norwegians seem to love Trolls, which I haven't figured out. There is some amazing troll art and figures all over both Stockholm and Oslo - it makes me happy because I love trolls too!

And of course this means that I couldn't resist buying one for myself. I got a little gypsy woman troll and a gypsy man troll dancing. It is lovely.

The Palace in Stockholm - oddly- has the longest zipper in the world (48 meters long). It is in this really long hall that tourists are allowed to walk through regularly so the zipper is for the half of the carpet that is rolled out of the way when tourists visit. The Palace was nice to visit, but if you don't have much time I would go to the Vasa Museum instead.

one part of the palace

The Vasa was a ship that basically sailed for like an hour or something, then sunk just off the coast of the city. But it is amazing because it was the first of it's kind in so many ways. It was the largest military ship made in Sweden up to that time and it had tons of guns - all of which were uniform in size, another revolutionary thing to have at the time (1600's or something like that). After it sunk it sat that the bottom of the harbor in Stockholm for like 400 years - until someone in the 1950's brought it up to the surface and slowly put it back together. Amazingly it is nearly whole (something like 90% original features) and it quite beautiful.

Vasa

After the Vasa museum we hung around Stockholm and went to a Viking bar - which was a blast! People were dressed up (staff and patrons), there was live music, and a really cute bartender that looked very Nordic. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the bartender, just too embarrassed to ask.

viking bar

viking desert with wooden bowls and spoons - yum!

Here we drank mead, listened to music and people speaking Swedish and had some desert. It was a great night in Stockholm. The next day we headed for Kiruna and the Ice Hotel - which will come in the next post.

Moving Photos

2013-02-24T10:58:00.001+00:00

I am way behind in my blogging, and I plan on catching up this week. But for now I wanted to share a couple of photos from the actual moving day in Hong Kong.

Panda hiding from the chaos

moving my art room / the junk room

moving the office

bedroom

all the stuff we took on the plane

moving man packing the dining room

view from our flat

View from out flat

Lastly here are a couple from around Hong Kong just before we left. I really loved living in Hong Kong (with hindsight) it just wasn't the right place for us. I wanted a house with a yard and I wanted a job (I know I know I want so much) but those things can't be found in HK unless I was willing to work in finance - which is soo not happening.

flats in Sham Shui Po area

Mong Kok shopping street

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Life in the Country

2013-02-06T11:56:00.001+00:00

My husband went out very early this morning and took some great photos of a canal near where we are living in Thatcham. Yesterday we went walking along this canal and had forgotten to take our camera, so I am glad he went back to get some photos. It is only like 15 minutes away from our house - so we should be able to get tons more photos of the same area as the weather changes to spring and summer.

These photos are a reminder of why I wanted to move back to England in the first place, despite the cold.

Crazy American

2013-02-05T09:24:00.000+00:00

My husband and I have officially moved back to England. More specifically we have moved to Thatcham while he looks for a job in either Reading, Oxford or Winchester. I am massively excited about this eventuality but until we actually know where we will live I can't look for a job.

I am excited about working again. In Hong Kong it was so easy just not to work, and most jobs were impossible to get for people who didn't speak two languages (Cantonese and English - or even three if you add Mandarin). Granted there were tons of jobs in finance - but unlike my husband I didn't want to sell my soul to the devil.

So here I am back in England and I felt the need to change my blog's name. I initially stared this blog to relay my adventures and new life in Hong Kong to those I couldn't talk to everyday. Since I now love blogging, I decided to continue with the blog but it needed a new name. Plus there are still people in the United States and a few in Hong Kong who may want to know what the "crazy american" is up to.

I was first called the "mad american" by an Irish friend of mine who probably thought this because I talk to much, so loudly and I didn't really drink. How was it possible for me to be so insane and be sober? Since then the name seems to have stuck. I have had friends from Ireland, England, Europe, and Hong Kong all call me mad or crazy before and honestly I like being called it. It makes me more interesting. So when I decided to rename this blog I though - of course, it must be called something to do with my craziness.

In addition to people calling me mad, I also feel slightly manic at the moment since we are so unsettled and only slightly homeless. We are temporarily living with friends - but it isn't the same as having your own home. I will get that someday too and I am sure that whole story will be rife with craziness!

After getting a house my next step is to get lots of animals and be THAT crazy lady :-) - well maybe not, I don't really like cats that much - they smell. I guess I will have to think up other ways to be crazy. Maybe I can ask my mom (the original mad american).

Shanghai Street

2013-01-22T09:40:00.000+00:00

Today I had very little to do to prepare for our big move to the UK. I decided to go to one of the places in Hong Kong that I discovered recently and always enjoy to get some pictures: Shanghai Street in Yau Ma Tei, which is just filled with all kinds of kitchen equipment for home and businesses.

I didn't technically discover it on my own but I have known about this street since we moved to Hong Kong three years ago. I just never got around to visiting it. Occasionally I would pass it in a bus or someone would mention it, but still I never went. It was sort of like a foreign country, if I remembered it existed I really wanted to go, but usually when I had free time I had already forgotten I wanted to visit.

While my mother was here we did visit mainly because she and my father run a BBQ restaurant in Tennessee and she wanted to see the street filled with kitchen supplies. I love kitchen supplies and to some degree I am glad I had not visited Shanghai Street earlier - I would have bought everything!

Bamboo baskets for steaming dumplings and buns.

Cats in the Cake shop

Clay pots in all shapes and sizes, plus you can get your uniforms here too!

Because every shop in HK needs an Alter, there is an Alter Shop!

Cleavers, Cleavers - get your Cleavers here!
I totally want one of these but my husband says I will chop my hands off.

General kitchen supplies
Look at the size of those pots!

Woks of all sizes

I love cake too

More woks, but hanging this time.
By the way - the smallest Wok here is still too big for a home kitchen
The largest one is really massive!

Cutting boards - more like cutting tree stumps.

And lastly - today I went shopping at the Ladies Market in Mong Kok. It was fun and I will miss some aspects of haggling and wandering down small allies in search of treasure. All in all, though, I miss shopping in England and the US mainly because the clothing fits me!

If I have any more time before we leave I plan on putting some more pictures of general life in Hong Kong on here as well.

All photos (except the first one of Shanghai St sign) copyright Me 2013.

Vietnam and Yarn

2013-01-21T04:28:00.001+00:00

My husband and I are moving back to England soon. As a last minute trip while my sister was here we three went to Vietnam to enjoy Asia a last time before we leave. When we first moved to Hong Kong three years ago we went to Vietnam with a friend and it was great. We took ten days and went from Hanoi to Ho Chi Min city mostly using trains and stopping in Halong Bay, Hue, Hoi An and Na Trang. That was a great trip and made me fall in love with Vietnam.

This time was just as good. We got to spend a full day in Hanoi visiting the Temple of Literature, Ho CHi Min's tomb and wandering around the old town area - which we didn't get a chance to do three years ago. While wandering around we came across the yarn street, and of course I had to stop and have a look. Since we are moving I have tried to stop acquiring more yarn, but I had to take pictures.

Dinh Liet- yarn street

Yarn Store

Temple of Literature

After Hanoi we went to Bac Ha and Sa Pa in the mountains north of Hanoi. It was a long journey but well worth it since we got to Bac Ha in time for the Sunday Market. And again I managed to find the only stall the sold yarn! Because of the beautiful colours here I had to buy some, who could resist. Not sure what I am going to do with it, but it was just such lovely colours.

In Sa Pa we managed to spend a night in a lovely and warm hotel but basically it was a bit of a waste since it was so foggy. Anyone who tells you there isn't a low season in northern Vietnam is lying. There is, it is the winter. It was so foggy we couldn't even see across the street. Since Bac Ha was worth trekking to the disappointment of Sa Pa didn't seem as bad.

I am looking forward to going back to England where my obsession with yarn can flourish. I am a little worried that I only like crochet because I get to collect yarn, but I do try to reduce my stash every once in a while. Oh well back to the work of moving!

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First Foray into Chocolate Moulds and Making

2013-01-10T06:41:00.000+00:00

While my mother and sister were visiting Hong Kong we all visited Shanghai Street in Yau Ma Tei which is the most fantastic place to find all kinds of cooking sundry. From industrial supplies to just regular home cooking items it has everything! Unfortunately I didn't have a camera so I am going to have to go back and take some photos before we leave Hong Kong at the end of this month.

When we were shopping around there I found a great chocolate mould with little leaves. I have never tried making chocolates and I thought it might be a fun thing to do one afternoon while my husband and I are organizing things for the move...just something else to do than discuss what to take and how to pack - which is getting tedious for me!

Anyways so I watched two you tube videos on tempering - one by an american lady, and one by Howdini Guru, and they were both very helpful. Since I didn't have a candy thermometer (or any kind of thermometer) I just used guess work.

I melted the chocolate over water in a bowl (with the water boiling very low) then moved the chocolate to a plastic bowl that wouldn't retain the heat, then added more of the chocolate pieces to try to cool it down. Here it is before it goes in the fridge.

Here is the result! They aren't hard all the way through but they are delicious, and I have put them back in the fridge to try to keep them from melting.

Small Shell Fingerless Glove Pattern

2013-01-08T13:34:00.002+00:00

My sister asked for some fingerless gloves while we were taking a ferry from Hong Kong to Macau. She wanted short on the wrist and long over the knuckles, so I came up with this pattern while we had time on the ferry. Any resemblance to other patterns is accidental. However, writing it was very very simple - you just need to know how to single and double crochet (american).

It isn't a perfect pattern, and but you can fudge with it since it is so simple.

I used a 4.5mm hook, and Lion Brand Amazing Yarn - but you can use any yarn or hook that work well together. Also just make sure you have a multiple of 3 and you are set.

Pattern:

Ch 27 - slip stitch (sl st)
Row 1 - chain 1, single crochet in all chains, sl st - 27 st
Row 2 - chain 3 (counts as one DC throughout), 1 dc in same st as chain, *skip 2 st, 3dc in one st* repeat until there are 2 st left, 1dc in last st. sl st
Row 3 - chain 3, 1 dc in same st *3 dc in center st of previous row's 3dc* around until last two st, 1 dc in last st. sl st.
Row 4-7 repeat row 3
Row 8 - thumb hole row - ch 3, 1 dc in same st, 3 dc in center st of previous row's 3dc, chain 3 and skip over 3dc from previous row, then *3 dc in center st of previous row's 3dc* around until last two st. 1 dc in last st. sl st. (for a short pair of gloves, otherwise continue with row 2 until desired length then use this)
Row 9 - chain 3, 1 dc in same st, 3 dc in center st of previous 3dc, 3dc in center st of chain 3, * 3 dc in center st of previous row's 3dc* until last two st, 1dc in last st. sl st
Row 10-13 - chain 3, 1 dc in same st *3 dc in center st of previous row's 3dc* around until last two st, 1 dc in last st. sl st.
Row 14 - chain 1, single crochet around - 27 st, fasten off.

Enjoy!

Please only use this pattern for personal items, gifts, charities etc. Do not use this pattern to sell the items you make for profit. Copyright for design Michelle Ghodrat all rights reserved.

Blackout Poetry

2012-11-02T02:02:00.002+00:00

A friend of mine asked me if I wanted to try this thing called blackout poetry. Basically you get an article, newspaper or journal etc, then take a black marker and delete any word you don't like. In the process you are trying to create a poem, so keep that in mind as you begin to black things out. This was so much fun. We did it while having lunch together, that is how little time it took. Then after eating we read each other what we ended up with. Since we were working from the same article it was fun to hear how different each other's poems turned out. I will definitely have to do this again, because it is nice to infuse a bit of poetry and creativity in an otherwise boring day.

Here is what mine looked like...further down this page is the typed out poem of what I was left with.

Poem:

You're my knight in shining armpit

anyone often gets things

wrong

sometimes hilariously

liven up our interactions

mimic this inadvertent humour

ripe for automation

simple and unintentional puns

it would just be tiresome,

occasionally interjecting at random intervals

sex

unlock more ways to make us laugh

Science Fiction Flash Story

2012-10-25T05:57:00.001+01:00

I am currently taking a Science Fiction and Utopia class during my Literature MA and am loving it. One assignment I had was to write a very short story (only 1,000) words pertaining to the science fiction ideas of society - think 1984, Orwell. I finished this last week and have since submitted it to the professor. We also had to write a commentary, to explain why and how what I wrote was science fiction idea of society, but I have not included that here. Mostly it pertains to the history of the world I created, and honestly I want to keep that to myself in case I want to continue writing in that world. Here is the short story:

“Skål” shouts every person in the bar, clinking glasses together.

The chairman of the Gunvaldsson-Preem Oil Al Sherika stands up to make his Al Hijra speech.

“It has been a good year for the GPOS, we have made new partnership agreements with Arabian Oil, and thanks to lobbying with the Al Urdun government we are now allowed to trade with Jordanian Britain and France,” pausing for emphasis he continues “however, before I let you return to celebrations we must remember we have goals for the coming year. GPOS is attempting to buy the rights to an ex-soviet pipeline. It was partly destroyed during the Revolution, Alhamdulillah, but the Al Urdun is considering allowing it to be repaired.” He points to a couple of managers in the room “and we want that contract, Inshallah” he pauses again taking a deep breath and recites a short prayer of thanks for Al Hijra, the new year.

When the moment of silence had elapsed he proclaimed “alright everyone, happy new year and I hope to see you all in good health on Monday morning.”

The whole room claps respectfully and the hum of conversation returns. This is one of the two times a year the employees are allowed out of work for anything other than praying, at the mosque (for men), or at home (for women). Andie knows that she is only allowed to meet publically because Sweden is so far from the center of the Al Urdun empire. Here the two sexes are allowed to work, and occasionally socialize despite the strict Sharia Law. There are, unfortunately, growing rumors this behavior will not be tolerated by the new government.

Andie sits at the back of the room that used to be a bar and contemplates this rumor. She can't seem to get as excited as everyone else about Al Hijra. She is upset that even her native words are being used in such a restricted way. “Skål” means “toast” sure, but she should be toasting to a good new year with family. But she can't. Not since her father was taken by Sharia Police three years ago for having a book on world history pre-Occupation.

She taps her glass of doough with her neighbour's and takes a gulp of the yoghurty drink with ice and mint. She wonders when the last time this bar was a place of debauchery like the government portrays of Western American life. Probably not since the Occupation. No one else in this room would likely call the fifty year period of Al Urdun empire ruling Sweden “the Occupation,” more likely they would call it the Great Islamic Revolution or just Revolution. Her mouth is suddenly very dry. She takes a refreshing sip, remembering the images of old Sweden in her father's book.

“What's wrong Rasima?” comes from across the table at Andie.

“Nothing, just thinking about the amount of work to do once New Year's is over. What are you thinking about Ebrahim?”

“Oh same as you, although I am excited to meet the woman who my mother and father have chosen for me to marry, Inshallah” Andie smiles at this, secretly glad that her brother has no intention of marrying her off as if she is some sort of property to be sold. At least their father taught them that, before he was taken. Her father called her Andie and her brother Bengt-Arne as their private rebellion to the Occupation. To everyone outside their family, including Bengt-Arne's wife, she is known as Rasima, her brother as Hussein.

She looks over at Ebrahim, “Do you think you will be married this year? The mullahs say it is an auspicious year for marriage”

Ebrahim thinks for a moment as he sips his doough. He is a spiritual man who seems respectful and honest. His face looks strong, tan and youthful now but Andie predicts that he will look drawn and tired as soon as he begins to grow his beard after marriage.

“Well so far my mother and father, Inshallah, have not chosen the best women for me. The first one was pretty enough, but her family had a history of mental illness that my parents said should be overlooked. Since I am the oldest and will be the man of the family when my father dies, my wife should not have depression in her genes. And although she said she was 20 but Age Test confirmed she was nearly 23, too old” he takes another sip and looks Andie in the eye “It is amazing how women still try to lie about their age.” Then he casually adds “When will your brother choose a husband for you?”

Andie knows this is becoming a frequently asked question. Since her brother is married and has many children, there is really no need for her to do the same. She knows that her boss will not put up with having a single woman in the office of her age. Once she has been fired she will eventually pass an Age Test checkpoint on the street and the Sharia Police will take her.

“I know my brother is looking for someone perfect, and I only have to wait, Inshallah, for the right man” she responds after a moment.

“Well he had better not wait too much longer, or...” and he lets the sentence drop off. Andie begins to think maybe he isn't as respectful as she had originally thought. The fact that he would allude to her age or even the sanitarium means he is rude at best. But she ignores this and smiles gently at him.

“I have many years before I need to worry about that” she lies, hoping her smile hid that one day soon they will try to forcibly sterilize her. In the Al Urdan Empire, any woman who reaches the age of 25 without having been married or producing offspring within marriage is sterilized and removed from society. This is just part of the skewed version of Sharia Law that was forced on Sweden during the Occupation. Most citizens go along with disappearances and limited rights. Andie can't blame those who have a natural desire to live. After World War III when the Al Urdun decimated Eastern Europe, there weren't many choices. But Andie has made a different choice: to find the rebellion and to help them, Inshallah.

Left 4 Dead

2012-10-15T02:36:00.000+01:00

Lately since I have been trying to procrastinate working on my MA final project as well as my writing, I have been hanging out a lot with roleplayers and gamers in Hong Kong. On Sunday, after a massively long night's sleep, I went to my friend Fred's house and played Left 4 Dead 2. It was awesome. I usually hate gore and shooting games, but this one was really good. It is four people who are left behind in various locations and they have to kill their way through a ton of zombies and special zombies to get out. Since it is four people even when you get swarmed and shut your eyes trying to shoot (like me) you can still usually make it to the end point....usually.

Aside from the fact my friend kept telling me that I have to keep my eyes open to shoot zombies, I was very proud of my kill rate - the lowest of all four characters but more zombies than I have ever killed. I was also convinced when we started playing this game that I would have nightmares in the evening, since I am such a weenie. But I didn't, and now I really want to play more! Apparently there is also a Left 4 Dead which is good, according to my zombie expert friend (Fred).

So it is now Monday in HK and I have to (sadly) get back to work. Maybe if I get a page of stuff written I can reward myself by crashing Fred's place and playing Left 4 Dead 2....although if he doesn't play with me I will probably be killed in record time.

Autumn Tastes Like...

2012-10-10T04:10:00.001+01:00

Even though Hong Kong doesn't have an autumn I love the changing colours and miss them desperately. I miss the changing of the seasons and especially all the food that usually entails. So when yesterday I received a writing prompt with the words “what does autumn taste like” I felt I really needed to write something for this. It isn't meant to be a poem or even a structured thought. It is meant to be disjointed with no real beginning or end, since I wish it was autumn all year round.

Autumn

Brown and orange mix to create gingerbread men

Pink red of glazed ham hot from the oven

Dark brown of pecans slightly burnt on the top of pie

Pale yellow of butter as it melts into mashed potatoes

Bright orange of juice in the morning with eggs

Black of coffee (any season really)

Dusty brown of spices like cinnamon, clove and nutmeg

Deep red of cranberry sauce on turkey

Light yellow of icing on white cookies

Burnt orange of sweet potatoes with white marshmallows

Green from green bean casserole

Dark yellow of mustard with ham

Crimson of mulled wine with a kick of spice and an orange for flavour

Pale brown of whiskey to wash it all down

Tiffany stained glass at the
Metropolitan Museum New York
even more beautiful up close

Damn now I am hungry. I hope you are too.

Gift Giving Cliff Notes

2012-10-09T08:46:00.002+01:00

I have had time recently to catch up on my reading, and specifically my blog reading. I was happy to note that one of my favorites Confessions of a Recovering Cynic has posted a cliff notes on gift giving for spouses (husbands). My favorite line is "Here you'll find everything you'll need to avoid divorce court" only a cynic could say that. The other quote I like is "A Happy wife equals a Happy life." The link to the specific blog entry is here.

Even though I am a romantic at heart, I felt it my duty to reference this blog, because well my husband needs help in the gift giving aspect of our marriage. Now if I could only get him to read this blog...

Another blog that always makes me laugh is The Bloggess. Because I don't have much else to say today I just thought I would mention her again. I think everyone should read this blog as well as her book which I have mentioned before here.

xoxox

Roleplaying - Rogue Trader

2012-10-06T06:15:00.001+01:00

For a while now I have been in a regular Friday night roleplaying group that plays Rogue Trader in the 40k warhammer universe. At first I was worried about this, because I have never roleplayed outside of D&D and this one is set in the future - with space ships and lasers etc.

In actuality I love this game. I think it has a lot to do with the DM, who changes things he doesn't like about the 40k universe, and he is one of the best descriptive talkers I have ever met. So every time we have an action event, it becomes completely real because of his description.

In addition to the DM, the other players have also really gotten into a groove lately. I have felt this before when I played with friends in England, and it is always awesome. When every person is really into their character and you hardly have to leave character the whole night. It usually means there are a lot of jokes and laughter - which is the best kind of roleplaying really.

Last night was big for me - which is why I am finally writing it out. My character (Brida) had to confront another character. It was very scary. Action is fine, you just hit things and aim for the bad guy. But character development has always been my weakness. Even with my group in England I felt for years that I didn't belong totally, but then finally became more comfortable with the people as well as characters. It seems the same with this group in HK, I am finally comfortable enough with the people that my character can speak more freely. I am no longer worried about judgement - which is liberating.

It is a little sad that I am just finally getting to this point as I am leaving. But I am determined to keep in touch with these guys via Skype - so all is not a waste. Plus I will be able to take some tools I have learned from these crazy kids in HK to my group in England. Like how awesome playing in the future can be.

All of this roleplaying and finally getting into character is making me think a lot of my friends in the UK. About a year and half ago one of the players bought a game called Gloom. At the time I really didn't want to play it. It is mainly descriptive story telling game. In the original Gloom you get a family and slowly by telling a story and using the cards in your hands you have to kill off every member of the family. Each death and card gives you points, so in the end the total points wins. There is an awesome Table Top (which is a show that tries out games) video on this, in case you want to see how it is played. Now I am excited to go back and play it. I just hope my friend doesn't mind my delay :-)

After last night our DM asked either me or the person I was confronting - Helga- to write out a detailed description of what happened. This is what he (the person behind Helga) e-mailed this morning. It was so hilarious and perfect I asked if I could put it here. Enjoy. Note before reading - the writer called this confrontation "Helga and Brida's civilized words in the most ladylike fashion" and you should know that Helga is having anger management issues recently in game.

Brida had been spying on her. On HER! Muttering curses and explicit phrases while quickly dressing, Helga Barbaretta was fuming. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, ice cold eyes staring back at her. The eyes of someone who had seen it all, and conquered it with brute force and a warm gun. Someone who had written her legend in blood and pain on countless ships and planets over the years. She could feel the muscles tensing under her military style clothing as she clenched her fists repeatedly. She turned and left the changing booth, leaving behind a shattered mirror and broken glass on the floor.

Brida had locked her quarters. Helga wasn't surprised. She was, however, surprised to find that Brida was actually there. Maybe she wasn't all that smart after all. She knocked.
'Who is it?'
'Open the door!'
'Why would I do that?'
'Open the door!'
'I'm not sure I want to do that!'
Helga grinded her teeth for a second, veins pulsating on her neck and forehead, before ripping into the door with her hands, pulling it from it's hinges, forcing it open with a terrible scraping sounds. As she was starting to make progress, Brida pressed it open on her wall console, causing Helga to stumble into the room. Regaining her balance, Helga immediately made her way across the room towards Brida, who was standing by the far wall, facing her. With all her might, Helga slammed Brida against the wall with her hand clenched around her neck, though not quite. Something was there, in between her palm and Brida's thin, vulnerable, weak neck.
'Why are you spying on me?' she yelled, lifting Brida from the floor, back still pressed against the wall.
'I wasn't!' Brida replied, struggling to free herself, before adding 'Ok, yes, I was. But I had my reasons to!'
'And what, pray tell, are those reasons?!' Helga spat the words in the psychers face.
'This would be SO much easier if you would calm down.'
'Why were you spying on me?'
'Why are you so angry? There's really no need for this aggres-'
'Last chance Brida. Why! Were! You! Spying! On! Me?'
'Is this about me seeing you naked?'
Brida immediately realized that wasn't the smartest thing she could have said, and it showed in her face, as well as Helgas, where a flash of even worse rage crossed it, before she grabbed a hold of Bridas collar and ripped her clothing into shreds with her free hand.
'I can see you naked any time I want, Brida!'
Brida struggled to keep herself covered with what was left of her robes, while at the same time clinging to Helgas arm to buy herself some leverage in order to not choke, despite the force field around her.
'Fair enough, but hear me out. Please.'
Helga moved closer to Brida, so that mere inches separated their faces.
'I think you're not quite yourself. I think something happened to change you.'
'What would that be? And how does that excuse you spying on me?'
'I believe that something happened to you when you were fighting that sorcerer! Something that changed you, somehow.'
Helga stared back at Brida, unflinching, waiting for her to continue. Brida swallowed, and continued.
'I... I first noticed just after I joined your crew. On that Eldar ship. When you cut that Eldar who attacked us in half!'
Helga narrowed her eyes, thinking back.
'Not that I'm complaining about the way you cut people in half, I love the way you cut people in half, I think it's great! Really!' (note from Brida - this was placating not serious)
Helga's knuckles started to ache from the pressure she was applying to whatever was shielding Brida from a well deserved snapped neck.
'It's just, well, it's just that I think something happened while you were fighting that sorcerer on Footfall. Do you remember what happened that time?'
Helga forced the words out through her teeth.
'I remember everything!'
'So tell me. What happened that time? You got hit by something, didn't you?'
'He threw a knife at the captain, yes.'
'I believe it was a spell...'
'He threw a knife. At the captain.'
'And you took it for him, right?'
'He avoided it and it hit me.'
'And I think that spell, not knife, spell changed you.'
'And how would you know this?'
Helga's voice is like razorblades against soft, weak skin.
'Because you're what... a psycher?'
Brida stares back at her in silence for a moment before speaking.
'That depends on whether you will kill me if I say yes or not.'
'I have no problem with you psychers.' The last word sounding full of malice.
'Good. I don't know for sure how their spells work, it's not like with us psychers. We make things happen and they go away, but I believe sorcerers effects will linger on. In your blood, like.'
Helga stares in silence.
'Now would you please put me down?'
With a guttural roar, Helga throws Brida across the room, on top of the bed, her head slightly bumping against the headboard, before proceeding to throw a chair after her. The chair smashes against the wall, showering the bed and Brida with debris. She punches into the door console, in an attempt to force the door shut. It stays open as the console sends sparks and tiny billows of smoke into the room.
'So you agree then, something changed that day?'
'I'm in control!'
'I'm sure you are, I never said anything to the contrary.'
'I'm stronger than it.'
'It?'
'I'm in control!'
'I'm glad to hear that, but aren't you curious about it?'
'Of course I'm fucking curious!'
'Don't you wonder what happened?'
'What does it matter? I'm stronger than ever, and I'm in control!'
'That's great, if you grow stronger and remain in control of this... whatever it is, that's amazing, really! But what if one day you can't control it, because you don't understand what it is?'
'Shut your mouth, you snotty little bitch! I'm in control!'
Helga smashes a table in half with her fists, before sending the wrecked halves flying across the room in opposite directions, trashing additional furniture and clothing.
'What if you lose control, and you hurt the captain?'
Helga freezes in her tracks for a moment, before turning towards Brida. She storms over to her, pointing her finger in her face while her voice booms out across the room.
'You dare? You dare to insinuate I would ever hurt the captain!? How fucking dare you? I would never hurt that man after all he's done for me! You... you little... fucking...!'
'But what if? Don't you think this man that you feel such loyalty to, who trusts you with his life, don't you think he should know about this?'
'You're telling me what to do? Who do you think you are?!'
Helga's face is a mask of rage, ready to explode into a rampage of epic proportions at any moment.
'I'm someone who's concerned about your well being. Can't you see I'm trying to help you here?'
'I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP! I'm in control! I'm the strongest!'
Helgas fist smashes through a bookshelf, the contents of which tumble out all over the floor.
'But what if you DO end up hurting the captain? All that trust between you would mean nothing then.'
'I'M IN CONTROL!'
Helga punches the wall repeatedly while yelling, repeating the same sentence over and over, like a mantra.
'I'M IN CONTROL! I'M IN CONTROL! I'M IN CONTROL!'
As she glances around the room, seeing the broken furniture and clothing, her voice changes, followed by her facial expression. Finally she stops while staring at Brida in her torn clothing, sitting on the bed.
'I'M IN CONTROL! I'M in control! I'm.. in... control?'
Her eyes flicker around, unable to focus on any specific spot.
'No, no, no. I'm the strongest. I am. Me!'
She grabs her head, forcefully massaging her temples while sinking to her knees on the floor in front of Brida.
'No no no no no no. I'm the strongest. Helga Barbaretta. The strongest. Helga the Red. I am Helga Barbaretta. I am Helga Barbaretta. I am...'
Brida sits on the side of the bed, carefully patting Helga while biting her lip. She's obviously somewhat at a loss about what to do.

After a few moments of sobbing into her hands, Helga stands. She looks into Bridas eyes.
'So why were you spying on me in the shower then?'
'I wanted to see, you know, if you had any kind of mark or scar left where the spell hit you.'
'Why? What does it matter?'
'Like I said, aren't you curious? Don't you wonder about it?'
'Of course I do. Of course I have wondered what it is. What it means. I have never felt this strong, this... alive. But maybe, just maybe...'
Helga hesitates for a moment. Then she unbuttons her jacket and pulls down the shirt to reveal the mark on her chest to Brida.
'Is this what you wanted to see? Is it all clear to you now? Does it all snap into place?'
'Would you mind if I researched it?'
'The mark?'
'The mark, yes. Would you mind? So that we may know what it is?'
Helga covers the mark up again.
'Go ahead. Knock yourself out. But not a word about this. It stays between us for now.'
Helga looks around the room. Looks at Brida. She turns around and walks towards the door.
'I'll send someone to take care of this mess.'

She disappears out through the doorway, her boots echoing down the hallway. Anyone in the vicinity most likely legged it the moment Helga started ripping into the door.
Brida lets out a breath she didn't notice she had been holding and slumps a bit on the bed for a moment before she starts looking for some undamaged clothing. Someone is bound to show up very soon. Better be properly dressed when they do.

Flowers and Dragon's Back

2012-10-05T01:57:00.000+01:00

About five days before my husband and I went to Japan, he came home with these, probably to make me feel better about loosing a frisbee in the ocean (see below):

I love roses, and I especially love simple flower bouquets - so these were perfect. I always enjoy getting flowers, but am always sad that I can't have them longer. Usually you get about 5 days, if you treat them well. In Hong Kong you get about three days. I hate fake flowers, so I will never go that route, but I wish there was a way to have flowers longer. My husband once said should take a picture. So I have for every set of flowers I receive. When I am having a not so great day, I will open the file with the flowers and enjoy them in photo form. (Note to Husband: this does not mean that you can now just give me photos of flowers)

Also before we went away, we hiked with a group of friends over the Dragon's Back. A pretty famous hike in Hong Kong that has stunning views. We met up around lunch with our friends, and then went hiking. The hike ends near a bus stop, and you can hop on a bus that goes to the beach. It is a great finish to a hike like this, lying in sand or swimming to cool down. After we had all cooled down we went for Thai food, which was very delicious. All in all it was a great day out with my Hong Kong roleplaying group - and since we rarely go out into the sunshine - it was probably good for us as well.

However, for me it had one hitch. After eating at the Thai place we then headed to another near by beach to play frisbee. The friend who organised this whole hike and food thing had also wanted to try out his new frisbees he got from the US while travelling. This would have been a perfect end to a perfect day had I not thrown one of his brand new frisbees right into the deep part of the ocean. Note - plastic Aerobee frisbees DO NOT float! What I wouldn't have given for a $5 nerf frisbee at that moment! It went flying straight into the deep part of the shore, like I believed for some reason there was a Kraken there ready to catch it and throw it back - there wasn't a Kracken - stupid reality!

I then felt terrible and got into the water with all my clothes on (since I didn't have a swim suit with me) and began driving for the frisbee. Even my husband got in the water and tried to help (he at least had a swim suit) but alas it was useless. The brand new frisbee gone - and I felt horrible for ruining the whole day. I melancholically got on the bus to go home and told my friend I would buy him a new one. Which as it happens has just arrived in the post yesterday (yeah for international online shops!). But before I could be happy about this, another friend who was there and laughing at me - posted this on Facebook.

What great friends I have! It took a day or so - but truly this made me laugh and feel better - so I do have great friends! So maybe in retrospect the day wasn't so ruined.

Himeji, Nara, Temples and Yarn

2012-10-04T02:30:00.000+01:00

Temple near Himeji

Over the mid autumn festival weekend (HK got Monday and Tuesday off work this week) my husband and I decided to take a last trip to Japan before we move out of Asia. In January we are moving back to England because we miss it far too much. We will miss HK, but also we will miss being able to have short holidays in Japan.

For this trip we flew to Osaka and took a train immediately from the airport to Himeji, a town along the coast facing Shikoku. Himeji has a reasonably famous castle which we intended to visit, as well as a group of temples that were used in part of The Last Samurai movie. The castle, thanks to our poor planning, was actually being renovated, so couldn’t be seen from the outside. There were grounds around the castle with many outlying buildings that were looked beautiful. We decided instead of paying to see the inside of the castle, to go to the temple grouping.

Autumn colors Himeji

There was a rope way gondola shuttling people up to the top of the mountain where the temples were. It was a serene day that looked like it would rain, so there weren't many people. From the gondola we took a hike to the top, and enjoyed the most lovely autumn colors.

I laughed slightly at this little temple statue with a crocheted hat. I guess there is crochet everywhere! And yarn of course.

Nara

The next day we took a train to Nara and spent most of the day in the hotel playing battleship. There was a typhoon this day so going outside would have been adventurous. We got soaked walking the 100 meters from the train station to the hotel. Since we only had one pair of shoes each and few clothes since it was a weekend trip, we didn't want to spend the whole next day still wet. So instead we made our own fun and the next day was beautiful! We met up with one of the volunteer guides, who told us about the five storey temple and the surrounding area.

We had lunch with him and then headed to Tōdai-ji. Which is the tallest wooden structure in the world. Apparently it used to be bigger, but when it was rebuilt they had to make it one third smaller in width. The temple is filled with amazing wooden statues and a bronze Buddha. There was also a museum nearby that had many older artifacts from these temples. Apparently the temples in Nara have burned down many times (some has many has 100 times) because they were always built with wood, and well, wood burns. The wooden temples though, were always topped with fish tails (see picture, golden tails on roof) in the hopes that the building would be protected from fire. Since fish are from the water, than the whole building is "submerged" in water with the fish tails at the top proving it!

The park surrounding the Tōdai-ji temple is populated by over 1,000 deer. Who are quite happy to come up to you and try to steal any food you might have. There are vendors around the area providing a rice snack to feed the deer - but as you can see it is difficult even to get to the vendors. All in all - the deer were lovely and nothing like the more aggressive monkeys we have here in Hong Kong.

Even though we only had one day in Nara it was worth it. I was a little temple fatigued at the end of our three days in Japan, but that also was worth it. I love to be able to see the slightly more out of the city place in Japan, since the landscape is so beautiful and everywhere is so easy to get around. Although I fortunately have my husband, who has been learning Japanese for 7 years. This means we can mostly get by in Japanese and that helps massively!

After a long day around Nara – we of course had to visit a yarn shop. I found this lovely one and wanted to buy all their hand spun cotton – but alas couldn't afford it. So instead I bought some bulky denim blue yarn from a shop right next door.

But since the first shop I went into was so beautiful I had to post pictures here. If you have the same sort of obsession with yarn as I do, then enjoy salivating over this yarn as I did while in Nara.

First Days of School

2012-10-03T03:32:00.002+01:00

The final term of my MA has started. I have had two (or was it three) useful meetings with my final project adviser as well as three classes days of the Science Fiction and Utopia course I am taking.

I love the science fiction class, and I hope to put more on this blog about it in detail. So far we learned a little of the history of Science Fiction and Utopia as a words and genres. Utopia, literally meaning "no place" can be traced back to Plato's republic and Thomas More's Utopia.

In fact most people confuse Utopia with Eutopia, literally "good place." There is also confusion between utopia and dystopia, which are not opposites as most people usually think. A utopia cannot exist without eventually creating a dystopia. So in a way they are similar, because the process by which they are created is the same: the intention of people to create a perfect/good world. But my perfect world is not yours – so a dystopia is produced for you. Lastly, a utopian world is usually maintained by violence and control, which are dystopian in nature. Think of Orwell's 1984.

The Final Project I have to do is a 10,000 word paper on basically anything I choose, pertaining to Literature of course. I have chosen to write on Carson McCullers novels and novellas. I may blog about this in more detail but honestly to non-academics it won't be very exciting. I am enjoying the work so far, but there is a lot of it. When writing a paper there is weeks and weeks of reading preparation before the writing can begin. That is a normal size paper of 3-6,000 words. Since this is larger than that, you'd think there would be more outside research. In fact this isn't true. When writing a paper this long you need to completely understand the text you are choosing to write on – in this case for me McCullers' work.

I am in the school of thought that doesn't believe a text can ever be completely understood, but this doesn't mean I should only read a text once before writing on it. Mostly likely by the end of this paper I would have read all of McCullers' work at least 3 times, and more likely 5-6 times.

While this paper may sound very hard and tedious, in fact it isn't. For students who choose to go into academia in any way – they will write far far far more than this little paper. Since I have no immediate intention of going into academia, I get a break after this 10,000 word paper. My friend who has chosen to work on an Mphil (sort of between an MA and a PhD). The two of us are writing similar outlines, but hers is only a proposal for a much longer paper. If she is accepted into a program based on this proposal, she will then spend one to two years working on her Mphil paper. After which she can continue and apply for a PhD program and actively try to publish some of her work.

A while ago, maybe during my BA, I would have thought working towards a PhD ideal. Its perfect, you can stay in education, stay an eternal student, and come out at the end with the potential of getting a job. Getting a job in academia is hard, but not impossible if you work hard and get published. I started to turn away from the idea of a PhD when I realised that maybe academia isn't for me. I do love the education and being a student. But I don't love the panic and stress of trying to write about anything and everything. Also in academia, or at least from what I hear, there is a reasonable amount of competition among academics. You have to compete for job spaces, journal entries, published works, grants, conferences etc. I am sure there are academics whose whole life is not competition and stress, but I don't think I would be one of those.

I think some stress is healthy and necessary in life. But you can choose the things you are better at dealing with, so that you don't get overwhelmed. I don't think I am good at dealing with the stresses of academia. I would like to be, it would be great to stay in school and continue to a PhD. Instead I will strive to learn more about what stresses I can handle and enjoy school while I am here.

Three terms at CUHK has taught me how much I love literature and books in general. I am looking forward to this year. However, as I begin the year I am a little reflective. In these reflections I think maybe it is time to move to another area of books, like publishing or retail. I love being around all kinds of books, but this time at school has taught me academia isn't in my future – for now at least.

This change in my mindset is coming at a perfect time. Since my husband and I are leaving Hong Kong at the end of January. We are finally moving back to England, not sure where specifically we are going back to, but it will be another fun experience we will have together.

Crochet Diamond Gauntlet (Fingerless Gloves) Pattern

2012-09-15T04:20:00.001+01:00

This is the first time I have successfully (I hope) designed something. I am very proud of these so if there are any mistakes or problems please let me know so that I can try to fix them.

Diamond Gauntlet - Fingerless Gloves

Notes:
Hook: 5.0 mm
Yarn: SMC Select Trend (bulky - 12 ply)

sl st - slip stitch
hdc - half double crochet
MC - main color (orange for me)
CC - contrast color (black for me)
2hdc tog - decrease two half double crochets into one stitch

These gloves are crocheted in the round. All ch 2 at start of round do not count as a stitch for the numbering below. You must know how to "carry-along" yarn for this project. You need to know how to combine two Half-double stitches together (2hdc tog) - there is a short tutorial here.

Lastly - I changed color (for every color change) in the last yarn over and pull through of each stitch.

Pattern: - for left and right gloves

Ch 25. MC slip stitch to make a round
Row 1: ch 2 MC, 25 hdc MC - sl st CC
Row 2: ch 2 CC, 1hdc CC, 10hdc MC, 3hdc CC, 10hdc MC, 1hdc CC sl st CC
Row 3: ch 2 CC, 2hdc CC, 9hdc MC, 4hdc CC, 9hdc MC, 1hdc CC sl st CC
Row 4: ch 2 CC, 3hdc CC, 8hdc MC, 5hdc CC, 8hdc MC, 1hdc CC sl st CC
Row 5: ch 2 CC, 4hdc CC, 7hdc MC, 6hdc CC, 7hdc MC, 1hdc CC sl st CC
Row6: ch 2 CC, 5hdc CC, 6hdc MC, 7hdc CC, 6hdc MC, 1hdc CC sl st CC
Row 7: ch 2 CC, 6hdc CC, 5hdc MC, 8hdc CC, 5hdc MC, 1hdc CC sl st CC
Row 8: ch 2 CC, 7hdc CC, Decrease MC: *1 hdc 2hdc tog 1 hdc* , 9hdc CC, Decrease MC: *1hdc 2hdc tog 1 hdc*, 1hdc CC sl st CC(total stitches after row complete: 23)
Row 9: ch 2 CC, 8hdc CC, Decrease MC 2hdc tog, 10hdc CC, Decrease MC 2hdc tog, 1hdc CC, sl st CC(total stitches after row complete: 21)
Row 10: ch 2 CC, 8hdc CC, 2hdc MC, 9hdc CC, 2hdc MC *slip stitch with MC*
Row 11: ch 2 MC, 8hdc CC, 3hdc MC, 8 hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 12: ch 2 MC, 1hdc MC, 7hdc CC, 4hdc MC, 7hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 13: ch 2 MC, 2hdc MC, 6hdc CC, 5hdc MC, 6hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 14: ch 2 MC, 3hdc MC, 5hdc CC, 6hdc MC, 5hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 15: ch 2 MC, 4hdc MC, 4hdc CC, 7hdc MC, 4hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 16: (adding the thumb hole) ch 2 MC, 4hdc MC, 4chain st with both colors, 1hdc CC, 8hdc MC, 3hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 17: ch 2 MC, 4hdc MC, *2hdc MC and 2hdc CC* into ch 4 space, 9hdc MC, 2hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 18: ch 2 MC, 7hdc MC, 1hdc CC, 10hdc MC, 1hdc CC, 2hdc MC sl st MC
Row 19: ch 2 MC, 21hdc MC, sl st CC
Row 20: ch 2 CC, 21hdc CC - fasten off

James Bond Doing Laundry with a Mouse

2012-08-11T09:06:00.002+01:00

So My husband and I have just returned to Hong Kong after being away five weeks. During that time he worked in New York, we went to a fantastic Persian wedding in Tennessee and then headed to London. We got to visit plenty of friends and family and the two of us did a lot during this time away. Since we arrived back to HK just in time for the weekend we thought we would do absolutely nothing - other than house stuff like cleaning, laundry and unpacking - and of course watching a James Bond Movie Marathon. Since we had so much laundry to do I jury-rigged a laundry drying area in our living room.

Usually when I do laundry I just hang it on door hangers around the house. But in Hong Kong we have to dry it with the air conditioning on - because of the humidity - and since we are in the living room this weekend I thought this would work better. Though when my husband came into the house on Friday night with this hanging over the main door - he was a little confused.

While on holiday I read a great book which I believe everyone should read called Lets Pretend this Never Happened (a Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson (a blogger) who had a hilarious childhood that has probably scarred her for life - but entertained me for hours :-). Plus her book has a mouse in a cape on the cover! (which I think is a taxidermied mouse she mentions towards the end of her book).

Side Note - and interesting fact I discovered while writing this blog is that "jury-rigged" is a nautical term which basically means a temporary/makeshift repair (see here - I love wikipedia :-). This word, apparently, should not be confused with "jerry-built" which is shoddy work, that isn't necessarily temporary (see here).

Crochet Hat

2012-06-27T10:22:00.001+01:00

Hello all six of you who read my blog (or more likely less :-) I finished a crocheted hat today.

I am happy to say that I completely improvised this pattern. I am also amazed that it turned out so well. I only had to half un-string the yarn two times before it was completed like this - so complete success to me! I wanted to work a bit more on jewelry making but I ran out of charms so unless I wanted to go shopping - the only other craft I had around was crochet. This was probably good because I would like to finish a couple of more hats/ other gifts before going on holiday to the US and UK.

My favorite part of crochet is the giving away of projects that turn out nicely. So this hat is definitely going to be given away - just not sure to whom yet. I am also working on a scarf here:

Now, the colouring on this photo is wrong, the yarn is actually darker than this. But I love the pattern. I found it in a crochet book (the Encyclopedia of Crochet Techniques) and I just adapted it for a scarf. I will post the full finished one either here, on Ravelry or FB.

Tonight is the first meeting of the Hong Kong ravelry group that I will be attending. It is in a coffee shop and apparently they meet once a week to crochet/knit in public (and generally hang out). It sounds like fun but I am worried that I will get far too many ideas just before I go on holiday. I am trying to be very careful with my suitcase so I am only taking one project....which is definitely not enough. Oh well I can always find a yarn shop somewhere.

Jewelry Making

2012-06-22T08:39:00.002+01:00

Recently I have been working on different crafts. I have completed a couple of crochet projects,but mostly I have been learning how to make jewelry. Since some of these are gifts I can't post photos of them all. However I know for a fact that some people of the gifts are for don't check this blog, I can post those here

I have to say I am very proud of my first ventures into jewelry. I don't think the quality is good enough to sell, but that is okay because I am giving most of this away as gifts. Since they giftees know I made it they won't worry so much about quality. Now I just wish I knew more people to give things away to because making the items is so very entertaining.

Lightening and Pecan Cream Cheese Pancakes

2012-04-23T15:13:00.000+01:00

This one is just a general update while I attempt to procrastinate writing a modernism paper. I have entertained myself immensely by reading Kristin Cashore's blog, which is always a good read, but today was funny because she describes how she hurt herself walking (which I do all the time). Cashore also mentions her new book - Bitterblue - which I am looking forward to reading- and she mentions her tour dates in the US. I am incredibly sad that she is only touring the US...though I understand why few writers come to Hong Kong - it is very very very far! Maybe if the book sells well she will make it to England while I am there this summer - but I doubt it :-(

I have two fun photos to share as well.

The first is of the pecan cream cheese pancakes I made for breakfast yesterday. I am on a low-carb diet (sort of) and so I used ground pecans as the flour, cream cheese, eggs, vanilla, and cinnimon to make these pancakes - they turned out very yummy!

The second photo is one of lightening that the hubby took during the stormy days in Hong Kong. He actually managed to get a couple of great shots of lightening this year (probably because the storm lasted days!) but I am only putting one up here. He has others on his FB page.

I cannot wait to be finished with this paper - I already have a huge list of books to read that I haven't had time to read during the school year. The first set is the Hunger Games series, then Bitterblue then the world!

Thanks Mom

2012-04-03T11:26:00.001+01:00

So this week I have a birthday - April 6th. Instead of the usual way that I celebrate (which involves me trying to forgive my husband for the latest gift he has forgotten to get or gotten but is so not my taste that I wonder if he thinks I am a 13 year old girl) my mother decided to send me flowers! This year even my husband also managed to do a great shopping job (thanks to amazon wishlist).

Since I am so far away from the rest of my family, its usually hard to do birthdays and what ends up happening is the once a year that we do actually see each other we all exchange gifts and other things of interest. So the fact that my mother managed to organize the flower sending to actually correspond with my birthday was an amazing feat in and of itself. And she was even nice enough to give credit to the rest of the family (as if they had any idea she was sending flowers :-/ ) which was nice of her.

The only drawback is that this year (the only year I have gotten flowers for my birthday) I don't get to enjoy them. My hubby and I are off to Borneo for Easter this year. I am not trying to sound like I am complaining about being stuck between something great and something greater, so I hope this doesn't sound like that. But it would have been nice to have my flowers for more than a day. Granted - my mother being the greatest - tried to change the delivery day (once she found out we were going to be away) but in the end the fact we live in Hong Kong screwed it up. The online booking company got the change, but the flower company didn't.

In the end I gave the flowers to a friend of mine - - who probably enjoyed them as much or more than I would have. So I decided that this year on my birthday I have paid it forward. Hopefully my friend will do the dame (pay it forward) so that someone else gets to have a great day also. I am happy to be sitting at the airport, eating a cookie and relaxing before going on holiday with the best husband in the world - even if he can't pick out presents on his own- he is still the best!

Kickstarter and Kindle

2012-03-29T03:43:00.001+01:00

Now I guess Kickstarter has been around a little while, but I find this website the coolest! You can donate to help creative people with their projects. If they don't get the full amount, they don't get any money - so that you can be sure the money is actually going to help their project and not just get them half-way.

I just donated to the Zombie version of the Night before Christmas. Its a poem that someone has already written but is trying to get money to get art and make it into a proper book (at the moment it is a e-book, offered here).

I also just got my birthday present in the post. I didn't know I even got a birthday present this year, but once in a while (despite my non-stop questions regarding any gift) my husband manages to surprise even me. So this year I got just what I wanted - a new mini-kindle Since I am soo very excited about this new toy, this blog won't be long. Here is a picture so you can drool (and don't get near my new kindle if you are).

One final photo, which is of my first crochet project from the book First Crochet. Its a cute bag, and I love it (going to put my kindle in it later :-)