Archive for July, 2008

Let me remind you that it’s summer. Time to relax, slow down, be lazy, read tons of books and forget about knitting. Oops! Did I just say….forget about knitting?

I haven’t. Forgotten. But wish to. The Cap Shawl project is only about 3/5’s done. It’s slow going. It may take another week or so before it’s completely done. Actually, all other knitting projects were dropped to concentrate on the shawl. That was not the original plan. The shawl needs to be finished by end of July as there’s a grand scheme for August in terms of knitting. Like, give ALL my yarn stash to charity.

Noooooooooo! I must be delirious, I didn’t say that, did I?

To divert myself from the humdrum of lace knitting (don’t get me wrong, I truly love lace knitting), I went about checking out what books I’d interest my brain with.  Going through my book stash, I found this book that I have read about 6 months ago. If you are into fiber, yarn, wool, sheep……….YOU JUST GOTTA READ THIS BOOK.

It’s called Three Bags Full by Leoni Swann. It was originally written in German; and I guess was so popular it had to be translated into English. Oh, I just love this book! Why? Coz I never could imagine someone would make SHEEP as smart, witty heroes. Swann must love animals, especially sheep.

So, go get that book, either from the library, internet or bookstore. The book is a short read; just a little more than 300 pages. GO……GO…..GO!


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Great Talent in the Making ~ Part 2

You heard about the young Korean guitarist on my March 16th blog, right?

Now, I stumbled upon a Polish drummer. There were lots of other teeny, weeny drummers, but Igor Falecki had a bunch more videos one can follow as he got older. I’d like to predict that he will become one of the greatest drummers of his time.

Igor at 4 years old
Igor at 5
And this year, superb at 6

Now the music world shouldn’t be populated with just boys.

Girls Rock too!

Because here’s Brazilian (?) Leticia Santos, another 7 year old drummer.

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Boo Is Staying Put

Wonderful News All!

On July 3rd blog, I mentioned about the plight of the Bijou Art Cinema’s resident cat, Boo (or 22×22 as I call her; well, because she is 22 years old and 22 pounds). She was on the verge of being evicted (my own rather strong description) from her home.

But now, because of her predicament, everyone including myself rushed to check on Boo. Lots of suggestions and opinions later, the theatre management decided to keep her. Check out the good news article from The Register-Guard.

When I visited Boo, I was able to talk to Joe Lewis and mentioned that cats prefer to attach to their location/home than say, dogs’ preference to attach more to their owners. Here are some photos of Boo, with her favorite theatre chair, below the shrine they erected for her.

It was wise of management to take her to the vet; which incidentally, I found out today when I took my 2 cats for their annual exam, was the same vet Bijou took Boo to. And based on that visit, it was even better that management had a change of heart.

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Left-Handed or Right-Handed?

Continental or English?

First off, I tend to blog and YouTube video surf alot. So, lo and behold I discovered (rather a bit late) that there are knitting videos running rampant in YouTube!

It’s such an excitement to say, I happen upon this video and struck me to include it in my blog. It’s called Continental Knitting Demo. I must add here that, YES, I am a Continental knitter. But I have a custom-made (my own weird) way of the Continental style. I can do the other methods, but always fall back on the Continental way. With this video, the demo shows a more efficient, higher speed of continental knitting. I will definitely give this a try. I’m open to all sorts of learning.

I wonder how many knitters out there prefer Continental (German or Left-handed) over the English (Throw, American or Right-Handed) method of knitting? 


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Then, here’s one knitting-related video that is funny and cute, but well-produced. It’s called Blood, Sweat & Wool. Enjoy!

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Martita is a favorite teacher of mine. Her personality, her demeanor, her embodiment of Flamenco dance and music exudes in her whole being; one cannot help but love her.

Although I have met her in the early 2000’s and took lessons on and off for months; there were pressing family and personal issues that needed priority more than dancing. And so I stopped. But I cannot stay away from dancing for long. My body needs it. So this year, after immersing myself back into dancing consciousness, I started going back to my dancing teachers for lessons so I can catch up again. And thus, here we are with Martita.

Her whole family consists of David and Martita Madeira Woods with their 8 children (all grownup with their own families). Everyone is artistic. They even have their own band named Abakadubi, a fusion of dance and music, according to the description in their website. If you meet Martita and the rest of her family, one can only conclude that they are a closed-knit, one big happy family who want to share to the world their love of music & dance; their selflessness; social and environmental consciousness as well as healthy living. That said, people who meet and befriend them all feel that they too belong to her family.

So I told Martita that it’s only my gratefulness that I write something about her and Flamenco. And plug their business and livelihood. Under the Abakadubi umbrella is Martita’s Bailar Dance Studio. She had taught so many would-be dancers from tweens to young and mature adults into graceful, self-confident Flamenco dancers.

Below are more photos taken from the Oregon Country Fair of Martita, Abakadubi band, of Iana and Ishi who are the singers, poets, spokespersons for the band. Iana was, by the way, a classmate of my son in middle and high schools. Amazing how such a small world we have, that we all meet one another again sometime in our lifetime.

Please note some photos are a bit blurry, as Martita and Ian danced so fast; it was hard to capture good movement out of them. And yes, I have a crappy, basic digi camera. What can I say!

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Oregon Country Fair

What is The Oregon Country Fair? If you are not from Oregon, let me enlighten you with what it represents. It represents and embodies, as one might consider, a counter-culture. The 60’s generation of Oregonians gave birth to this celebration. As the celebration grew, the fair organizers moved it to a location further away from the city, to a farm/wooded area that would create more of a free-spirited nature.

Since I’m NOT so great in writing, it’s better if others with more journalistic veins in them explain it. So, I give you an article from Eugene Weekly that describes it well. I’m more towards visual explanation, pure and simple. With pictures, anyone can then come up with their own conclusion, opinions or even slant.

About 15 years ago, when I first heard of the Oregon Country Fair, people were saying how so liberated, ‘hippyish’ the celebration was. And it’s soooo true. I wanted to experience the fair, the celebration of arts, culture, theatre, crafts, ecology, sustainability, earth consciousness, etc., etc. One thing I did not expect then, just HOW HUGE crowd from far and wide it attracted. Back then, my son was only about 5 or 6; typical of a child, a male child who’d want to run and explore. So, when my friend whose child was my son’s best friend, suggested we should go, we all went.

That first time at the fair, full enjoyment was not to be had. All I could think of was ‘Don’t lose My Precious in the crowd.’ Ninety-five percent of my attention was towards him and his friend, while 5% was on anything going on. Meantime, my friend went about checking out every stall there is and left me with her other younger child. I wound up a baby-sitter. Then My Precious got whacked on his forehead by his friend by some branch that they each picked up playing sword-swinging. The nearest first aid station was on the opposite end from where we were. There was no way to wade through rivers of people to get there. An incredibly hot summer weather that day, I had to beg from food vendors to give me some ice or something. They were a bit reluctant to help me until I showed a bleeding, screaming child. From that point on, that ended the enjoyment. Had to go home, which was a 20-30 minute bus ride back to civilization with a child in pain.

Nowadays, the fair and the location it is held at had gotten sophisticated, well-planned, well-thought of, and tightly organized, as one fair goer (who had been going for 20 years) told me. There are now areas for child-care/nap; lost and found; and first aid. The reason for my going to the fair is three-fold:

  1. I do not have to lug around some child (although….I asked My Precious if he wanted to come, but that past experience did not sit well with him all these years);
  2. It’s been years and maybe I’d really enjoy the experience;
  3. The ultimate reason was to cover and write about my Flamenco teacher and friend, who was performing there everyday of the 3-day event. (I’ll write about her in another blog entry.)

Before I release you these photos, I’d like you to remember: the celebration (as I quote from their website) “creates events and experiences that nourish the spirit, explore living artfully and authentically on Earth, and transform culture in magical, joyous and healthy ways”. That said, there is a photo that might shock or offend you. So be fore-warned!

(Note 1: I mulled over the crossed-out section above for a day or two and decided not to show the photo. Thanks to youngest sis to remind me of that. Sorry folks! I don’t want to be banned by WordPress. I didn’t even ask them if I could show it.)
(Note 2: I really should open a FLIKR account for my photos. I’m going nuts as to why the first photo in the gallery here does not come up no matter how I rearranged them. Just click on the X box to open it. Sorry once again!

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Blueberry Pie Season Just Starting

While cherry pie season is on the wane…

…the season for blueberry pie has just started. Barely.

 See the difference in harvest yield. Gotta be patient. There is a week more of waiting before a whole bunch of blueberries will ripen. Nonetheless, blueberries are easy to handle than cherries.

I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready to MAKE PIE.

What’s the big bleeping thing about pie anyway that I so harp about here on this blog? For one, I can bake pies with very little effort than, say, cakes. Two, pies are all I’m good at making. And my cooking/baking motto is simply: ‘Five ingredients or less!’ If any of what food prep I’m doing fits that motto, I IS HAPPY! Isn’t that telling of a lazy person or what, huh?

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