unaspenser: (maid on the shore)
( Apr. 7th, 2011 12:47 pm)
I know I have many people on my friends list and among my readership who make some sort of art for money, whether it's writing, drawing, painting, beading, knitting, spinning, pattern design, woodwork, sewing, etc. Some of you even, like me, choose to create your beautiful art in exchange for money, but I have no idea how many of you, like me, struggle to justify why you're worth what you charge.

By and large, the response I get to my prices for hand-knitted items is acceptance, with the occasional person who is stunned at how reasonable they are.

When I got an offer from a brick and mortar store to carry my knitted goods for sale I was really excited, but the more I learned, the more apprehensive I got. The final straw was that I charge 20 cents per yard of yarn to my customers for cabled items. This is pretty standard, maybe on the low side, and certainly less than minimum wage for a craft that takes a lot of time and skill. I offered the store owner 25% less than this, to which he countered that he wanted to sell the items for what I sell them for directly, and undercut my price by $20 per item. That's a lot of time and knitting, especially considering he wanted me to provide the yarn.

It felt great to say no.

It's hard, though, because we don't have a lot of scratch to play with and I use my knitting money to pay for all the yarn/fiber I buy. There's no room in our regular budget for that kind of thing. It's hard when I know all the things I'd like to get and make and try and when I go and look at the website for the spinning wheel I'm saving for. It's hard when I think about how much Arlen's green card will cost if/when we ever have the money to pay for it. It's hard to say no to work I need. But I refuse to be slave labor, especially to someone who is, frankly, rather rude about what I do, and who perhaps has no idea of the value of what I am providing.

I was polite, but firm. Take my price, or take your business elsewhere. I'm not counting on a reply. It really was just the icing on the cake of this irritating day.
unaspenser: A lovely drawing of a little grebe. (little grebe)
( Apr. 5th, 2011 09:02 am)
I am so pissed at knitpicks chroma, their new fulled single to mimic Noro, which has lovely long color transitions. As soon as it came out I knew I had to have stripy socks made out of this stuff. The first ball has so far had three knots disrupting the color progression and several large ugly slubs. I emailed them about the first ball and they dutifully sent me a second to say sorry. I am almost done with the first of a pair of knee socks out of the stuff (because I'm thrifty and using it anyway and nobody will notice anyway) and one of the knots just CAME UNTIED in my knitting causing a near disaster. There is not enough play in the yarn to even retie the knot, so I will have to unravel back to the untied knot and then figure out how to rejoin it without causing any more damage. Not cool, knitpicks. I love you, but this is not cool.

Also, here are ten songs I am liking and listening to these days. Some are old, some new, and the styles vary widely. But you should check them all out.

1. The Eels - The Good Old Days
2. Karen Elson - Garden
3. Jack White - Sittin' On Top of the World
4. Thea Gilmore - Rags and Bones
5. All American Rejects - Night Drive
6. Jack Johnson - No Other Way
7. Parlotones - Brighter Side of Hell
8. Yellowcard - Believe (possibly the only song written about 9/11 that is worth its salt, with the potential exception of The Dixie Chicks' Not Ready to Make Nice)
9. Sacred Harp Singers At Liberty Church - Idumea
10. The Eels - Love of the Loveless
unaspenser: (garden fairy)
( Apr. 4th, 2011 11:14 am)
Okay, so, because I have seen the incorrect information in so many places, here is some info on fibers for the non-fiber-holics.

Cashmere comes from Cashmere Goats.

Mohair comes from Angora Goats.

Angora comes from Angora Rabbits.

Angora is a corruption of Ankara, in Turkey, the place where mohair and angora originally came from, as did Angora Cats.

*steps off soapbox*
So after all my running chatter last week I got pretty schooled by being cocky enough to try to take both dogs on my run yesterday AND forgetting to take my asthma medication before I left. I also tempted fate by saying yesterday's run (varied intervals of running and walking) would be easier than Friday's (just 20 minutes of running). Just imagine me trying to control two very curious dogs who want to sniff everything but do not want to run while wheezing and being red in the face. Eventually I jerked Cody's leash to try to get him into line and succeeded in breaking the ring on his collar, causing his dog tags to fly all over the street, and causing me to rupture a blood vessel in my hand. I think something must have hit it. This happens once in a while and is highly annoying to me. I got an immediate sting/ache in my hand but continue running. When I got to the halfway point I noticed Cody was now hopping on three feet and had a huge goathead lodged in the pad of one foot. So we turned around and walked all the way home. By the time I got home I had a big lump on the side of my hand which has now turned into an ugly bruise/lump.

Honestly, the worst part of this is that it prevented me from knitting all day. Which was super lame. Serves me right for being smug.

The weekend was pretty fun, singstar/knitting/spinning potluck at Cassandra and Kevin's on Saturday night leading to some *hilarious* drunken antics on Arlen's part (about which I'm sworn to secrecy) and some rad singing by all of us (though I must say I sounded pretty terrible when I sang Good Charlotte, which I don't know very well, instead of opting for Queen, which honestly I would have rocked). Spent yesterday nursing Arlen's hangover and my stupid hand and made Lynn Rosetto Kasper's amazing Corn Chowder recipe from her How to Eat Supper cookbook.

I love to read blogs from beginning to end. Last week I started on an old friend's from the long hair community who I'd lost touch with... I just thought to look for her online and found she had started a blog because she and her family moved to Tuscany (from Tasmania) for a year-long adventure. Anyway, I enjoyed that immensely and will be following along. On Friday I decided to read Jasmin's (of the Knitmore Girls Podcast) blog Better Than Yarn because she's hilarious and a great writer and in a lot of ways I feel like we have a lot in common. It goes back to 2005 but she mentions another blog host where she started out before moving her writings to blogger. The older blog starts in 2004 when she's still in college and it's been interesting to get to know her a little better than it's possible to do through a podcast about knitting. It's amazing what you can learn from someone through a blog. It occurs to me that I started my livejournal (to which I use this to crosspost because for some reason I can't get lj to work at my office) at almost the exact same time, and it's probably very edifying for those random internet people who might be curious about me. The blog I had before that (which is still available online) is about 2002 to 2004, though the site I used from 1999-2002 is under new ownership and no longer has my writings. I downloaded them at some point, but who knows where they are. I also have kept a paper journal on and off since I was 5 years old. All in all, a lot of navel-gazing. I wonder if my offspring will ever find/read any of it. I wonder what they'd think. Probably the same thing I think of my parents and their nonsense. :)

Anyway, back to the grind (which is mostly reading blogs and listening to podcasts, because work is sparse here right now).
I typically listen to podcasts when I run, something to keep my mind busy while I do my time on the pavement. Usually I listen to WTF with Marc Maron, which is a great combination of humor, introspection, and intellectual conversation. If you haven't tried it out, do so immediately. Anyway, I was sitting at my desk just now after a long and productive weekend, with my mp3 player on shuffle, and one of the WTF episodes came up. Immediately I perked up and had this instantaneous and visceral reaction that I don't think I've ever had before in my life. All of a sudden, I wanted to run. How in the world did that happen? When did I become one of those annoying people who talks about how great running makes her feel? I am not a health nut by any stretch of the imagination, and running so far has been a struggle. It's been something I've had to make myself do, something I've had to talk myself into. Now, magically, after about two months of sweating and asthma attacks and sore joints and tight muscles, I *want* to run! I did my last one on Saturday and I felt a twinge of disappointment that I probably won't have time to go again until Wednesday unless I become one of those even more annoying saintly people who gets up at 5:30 every morning to bound off into the dark before work. Guess I'll see just how much I want to run...

I had a good weekend of baking, spinning, garden planning, spending time with my sweetie, and watching the new baby chicks in our kitchen fight over their first worms. Gets me every time. Yesterday I spent all day at my yarn store of choice helping them do inventory in exchange for yarn. I was there from about 9:30 to 6 and let me tell you, I have a whole new level of respect for the ladies who work there. I was exhausted and sore by the end of the day, and I had NO IDEA how much yarn was packed into that little shop. It was a fun day of bonding with some of the other regulars, fondling lots of delicious stuff, eating good food, and singing along to a lot of pretty awesome music.

Today will be a quiet day at work since it's spring break at the university. Plenty of time to knit on my stripey sock (the current desk knitting), listen to podcasts, and poke around on the internet. Tonight is the last dance class of the current session so we'll have a little party with finger foods and do extra dances instead of having a set class. Should be a really good time, and I'm hoping for at least two four-couple sets. Fingers crossed!
I wanted to share this here for all my friends to see because I'm just chuffed beyond measure. I have a long way to go to reach my goals, but I'm still SO proud of myself for overcoming a major mental block, working hard, and making real progress. So here you are, blog friends, a bit of crowing by yours truly.

This week's been a bit of good and a bit of bad. My weight is the same as last week's weigh in, though it's fluctuated up and down throughout the week and at one point I thought this was going to be a 2 lb. week. I had a few splurges, including a concert (with drinks) on Wednesday night, adding dairy back into my diet (which was probably a mistake), high salt intake, and also the struggle of not getting enough sleep.

However, my major triumph is that I feel like my asthma is FINALLY under control, thanks to the addition of a long-acting inhaler in addition to my fast-acting one. It feels SO good to exercise without getting red, sweaty, and short of breath. Asthma attacks are a terrible and scary experience. You taste blood in your mouth, you can't breathe in or catch your breath, your heart pounds... I can't believe I went my whole life thinking there was something wrong with me and I just wasn't good enough to be one of those fit people who exercises. It is such a relief to realize there's nothing wrong with me, I can do this, and it wasn't my fault I struggled so long.

I completed week 4 of the couch to 5k program and for the first time I felt like the run was way too easy. For the first time, I lost track of how long I'd been running, stopped watching the clock, and ran longer than the program suggested without even noticing. And for the first time I feel GREAT the day after a run instead of achy and tired (probably because for the first time I did a proper stretch afterward... I think stretching in the shower is my new thing. :) )

So, I am considering this week to be a major success even though the scale doesn't show any changes. I am full of pride and amazement at myself. Yay me!

In other news, Arlen and I got three new chicks, two Ameraucanas and another Barred Rock to add to the flock. The garden is planted with peas, sweet peas, and more raspberries, and the perennials are coming up nicely, including lots of strawberries, all different types of herbs, hollyhocks, and chrysanthemums. Last year's lettuce beds helpfully re-seeded themselves and we will be in our salad days soon. :)

Wednesday night's Parlotones concert was amazing. It really cemented my respect for them all as musicians and it was great to go to a small show (about 100 people) and to get a chance to meet them all and have a bit of a chat. Please do yourselves a favor and go buy the Stardust Galaxies album. You'll thank me later. I'd also forgotten how much I love a good concert, and how much I love good music. Music is such an emotional experience for me that I tend to avoid listening at all when life gets difficult. I remember being brought to tears by George Winston's December album as a little kid, something the right music still does to me. Goosebumps, breathlessness, the right chords still have that impact. It's just too easy for me to shy away from that sensation when it might result in a loss of control. Anyway, I will keep trying to be brave in the face of musical feelings and work toward my inner desire to rock out all the time.
unaspenser: (dancing sheep!)
( Feb. 22nd, 2011 09:44 am)
To avoid slipping into the trap of not having anything interesting to talk about, I've decided to start a semi-regular feature on my blog where I suggest books, blogs, podcasts, tv series, movies, etc. that I've been enjoying.

One of the podcasts I've found particularly entertaining of late is BBC Radio 4's Americana. The site describes it as an insider’s guide to the stories shaping the USA today. From Washington DC and broadcast every Sunday, at 7.15pm, Matt Frei is your host. On offer, discussion and insight from some of the best known names and voices in America. The podcast covers news, current events, culture, history, art, etc. with an eclectic theme each week.

As an American who has lived on both sides of the pond I find it interesting to see my country described from an outsider's perspective, and it sheds a new light on what the U.S. is all about. If you're looking for something new to listen to, this is a good bet.
unaspenser: (poe clarke)
( Feb. 16th, 2011 09:55 am)
I've got a lot of projects going on right now, and I'm having trouble focusing on any one thing, but that doesn't seem to stop me from starting as many new projects as I can manage.

This braid of combed top dyed by yours truly expired in my etsy shop yesterday:


So I'm going to spin it up into a navajo ply sock yarn and relist it. I need to get around to listing a lot of things. My shop's been far too quiet lately.

I spun some lovely new rambouillet fiber I bought on etsy into a nice smooshy two-ply worsted (which was very difficult, as I'm by default a very thin spinner):


I went to knitting night at my LYS last night and had lots of fun chattering with people while I worked on a pair of aquaphobia socks for a friend and I'm closing in on being done with the first one (yay!!!).

I am still without a spinning wheel and not certain how soon that's going to change, so I'm hoping to spend more time with my spindles trying to improve my technique. I also need to get my butt in gear and use the bicycle wheel that is taking up space in the shed. More about that in a future post, I expect.
Last night was our Scottish Country Dance Valentine's Day party and because I had the night off of teaching duties I had a chance to be a fly on the wall and be a regular student.  It was not a very demanding class and all the dances were ones we had learned before.  There was not a huge focus on technique since there were brand new dancers and it was, after all, a party.  What surprised me was how inhibited people seemed.  I think most of us spend most of our time trying to take up as little space as possible in the world, apologizing for bumping into each other or brushing shoulders, but what I love about dance is that those rules don't apply any more.  In dance we are encouraged to use the space, to carry and use our bodies with energy and vigor, and to truly connect with the people we dance with instead of shuffling past them. 

When Scottish Country Dancing is at its best, to me it feels like what I imagine trapeze artists experience.  I feel as if I fly from person to person, swooping in graceful arcs, catching hands with the other dancers only to be flung off in a new direction.  I have never had dreams of flying, but I've had many dreams where I dance and my leaps gradually become longer and higher until I could bound over buildings and trees.  In order to dance like this dancers need to be present in every inch of their bodies right to the tips of their fingers and toes.  There is no room to curl in upon yourself and try to hide among the others in the set.

I know my experience is different from that of other dancers because I have been dancing my whole life.  My childhood modern dance teacher, Helen, is still someone whose voice I can hear inside my head.  She encouraged us to laugh, leap, run, stretch, and emote.  For a disassociated and shy child like myself, this was pure magic.  With the exception of one or two others in the class, the students in my Scottish dance group did not have the benefit of growing up learning to use their bodies as paint brushes, loom shuttles, kites.

I want to encourage the students to stretch their limbs, look up into each other's eyes, grasp each other's hands, breathe to the deepest parts of their bellies, and hold their heads up high.  This is our one chance each week to not hold back, to not apologize, and to not hesitate in our steps.   I know not everyone in the class can be a perfect stellar dancer.  Some have physical limitations, others find it difficult to learn the complex dances.  What I do know, however, is something every band and choir teacher I ever had repeated ad nauseum.  If you're going to play a wrong note, play it beautifully, play it loud and clear and pure so that even if people hear it and know it's wrong, they are touched by its beauty and grace.  Be brave in the face of inevitable mistakes and let yourself bloom. 
unaspenser: (mine goes to 11)
( Feb. 14th, 2011 08:15 am)
It's that time of year when I start chattering about my garden on a a regular basis. :) 

On Saturday as part of the Year of Idaho Food there was a seed exchange at the local Basque cultural center.  I went to a similar event last year at the farmer's market and got some fantastic seeds, some of which I tried and some of which I saved for this year's planting.  This year I brought mostly squash seeds to share, including my new favorite plant Kabocha.  It's a Japanese winter squash that is best after it's been stored for several months.  It's like a new and improved pumpkin that is perfect around Thanksgiving/Christmas and makes fantastic pies (among other things).  Its flesh is more orange, creamier, and sweeter than pumpkin, and the fruit is pretty and kind of stripey.  The best thing I brought home (along with lots of flowers and local varieties of beans, lettuce, cukes, squash, etc) was a full dried choircero pepper.  Choriceros are used to give chorizo sausage its unique flavor, and they're not easy to get your hands on.  The choriceros grown in Boise are mostly descended from the seeds one man brought over from the Basque country about a hundred years ago and they've been cultivated and shared since, probably leading to our own local variety.  The pepper smelled so good, so sweet and smoky, that I'm definitely going to cook with the flesh after I remove the seeds.  I love Idaho.

It's been unseasonably warm lately so I took the time to get out in the garden and prune our grape vines.  One vine is probably as old as the house (built in 1930) and it's fairly subdued.  The other is newer and a different variety (both are seedless white grapes) with almost a piney taste to the fruit.  It's very aggressive and had managed to climb at least 12 feet up into a nearby tree since I pruned it last spring.  I chopped it back fairly hard as it's so leafy and viney that the fruit hardly gets any sun.  A lady who met Arlen on craigslist last summer and came over to talk urban farming and to look at a freezer we were selling got to try some of our raisins from the older vine.  Apparently they were so good that she came over to beg cuttings this weekend to plant herself!  Luckily it was just after I'd pruned so we loaded her up with as much as she'd take.  Nice to share the love.

I also pruned the raspberry canes and the rose bushes and had fun pulling out the dead stuff from last year and checking out what's coming back to life.  The strawberries, herbs, and perennial flowers are all showing signs of life.  This will only be the second season for my garden (before that it was weedy yard) and the battle with weeds and grass is neverending.  The whole plot needs to be hoed/rototilled/weed blanketed/lasagna gardened but probably I will just dig out the spots as I plant them and try to remove anything that isn't what I'm trying to grow.  Hard since I've already planted so many perennials.  I guess the first thing I need to do is chuck all the chickens in there to do a good clean-up.  They are loving the mild weather and scratching around the base of the fences, trees, and walls when we let them out to graze.  I know they'd do lovely work in the garden.
unaspenser: (garden fairy)
( Oct. 5th, 2010 03:10 pm)
LJ has resolved the privacy issues to my satisfaction.  I will continue to read here and maybe post/comment as I see fit, but I'm keeping my lj as my main journal for now.
unaspenser: (sacred fire)
( Sep. 22nd, 2010 09:17 am)
Life has been so busy lately that I keep forgetting to write, or I assume people will be bored with all my Diane-centered chatter.  Whatever, it's my blog!

First I should say that the Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games went well, the dance I wrote looked great, and people really seemed to have a good time.  There's a video on facebook, though I'm not sure if it's up on our fan page yet.  We start dance classes back on Monday the 27th, so if you're interested, give us a try!  There will be lots of new students, and we are gearing up for our St. Andrew's ball and dinner in November.

That same day, Saturday, was Worldwide Spin in Public Day, so I brought my drop spindle and cranked out some of the corriedale cross that was my very first handpainted roving.  Needless to say, I'm so addicted.  I also carded some of the fleece I'm working on, and now that I've made a few mods to my wheel (added some leather bushings to the crank shaft to keep the footman from moving when I treadle and wiggling the wheel, which causes the drive band to move around) it is much smoother to spin, though it doesn't keep its momentum as long.  I will continue to play around with it.  Need to take some pictures to share.

I got another order for a bonnet last week, which is perfect because I'm just about done with the ones for Mark & Margaret Lethbridge (a pair of bagpipers who are giving me some publicity on their links page).  Anyway, this necessitated a yarn order from Knit Picks (I like using their yarns because it makes it easy to let people pick their own colors.), so I bought myself a new size 0 circular needle (couldn't justify getting 1s as well, since I have perfectly functional set of bamboo DPNs even if they are starting to get bent from use and the finish is a bit sticky requiring them to be periodically waxed... 0s will make better socks anyway, less of the dreaded waffle-foot) so I can finally try some of the patterns from my Toe-Up Two at a Time book.  I plan to use that lovely yarn I won a couple weeks ago and posted about here.  I also bought some of their ridiculously cheap Peruvian Highland roving $2.69 for 3 ounces.  There is a sale on Wilton's Icing Dyes at Joann Fabrics right now (1.49 for half an ounce), so I will get some of those to hand-paint the roving.  I'm planning on making a fractal-spun two-ply for a pair of pretty winter knee socks.  Maybe they'll be ready in time for winter 2011!

The visit from my grandma and her husband went really well.  I always enjoy my grandma's stories and her ribald sense of humor, which shocks Arlen every time.  Grandma told us about when they came to Idaho from Kansas when she was 8 or 9 and they got their first house with running water and electricity, and what a novelty that was.  She was thrilled to be able to go to the bathroom indoors.  Her husband, Jim, is a real interesting character, and I loved most watching Grandma's face as she listened to him B.S. on and on.  Such a combination of affection and annoyance.  Don't you just love family?  Three days of their visit was plenty, but we were sad to see them go.

Anyway, life rolls on as usual.  Today is the equinox, Arlen's built a Sukka in the yard, and we'll try to do something special to mark the day, I'm sure.  Time to finish reaping the bounty of summer and to start pulling inward for the darker times of the year.

unaspenser: (poe clarke)
( Sep. 14th, 2010 08:39 am)
So, I used to be really into cross stitch and embroidery as a kid.  I still like to take it up from time to time, though I haven't done it since I lived in Scotland (and where every gift shop sells adorable little kits to make projects like bookmarks and wall hangings).  Today, though, I was reading the phat fiber blog and they started talking about biscornu, these lovely little French eight-sided pincusions that are absolutely adorable.  I realized as I was looking at the pictures that I was already planning a trip to the needlework store to buy supplies and try my hand at this (and then I started fantasizing about SPINNING MY OWN EMBROIDERY THREAD omg get a grip Diane) before my rational side kicked in and reminded me that 1) I don't have money for another hobby, 2) I don't have time for another hobby, and 3) people might start questioning my sanity.

I can't wait until I have a chance to make about a million little biscornus for gifts/xmas ornaments/curios.  They are just adorable little confections of stitchery.  Take a look at these websites for good examples/how-tos.


Aren't they darling?  Can't you just imagine Lizzie Bennett being forced to work one one of these while Mrs. Bennett looks on with approval?

unaspenser: (two gals)
( Sep. 9th, 2010 09:12 am)
First of all, I'm rather excited about Diana Gabaldon's graphic novel, The Exile.  Now you can see some of the pages on its amazon page.  Beautiful art, and it should be a fantastic story.  So grateful that a friend pre-ordered it for me in exchange for a lace shawlette I knitted.  I am constantly cash-poor, but always willing to barter for knitwear.

Sadly, that strategy doesn't work with my student loan providers or utilities.  I am in a constant state of money anxiety these days, which always makes my stomach unhappy.  We are getting by, and every day that passes is a day closer to Arlen's visa coming through, but it is not a fun time for us.  There is no spare cash for going out with friends or buying treats at the store.  It's a good thing we're both so inventive and resourceful.  We eat well courtesy of our garden/chickens/home cooking/thrifty shopping, but it still sucks to have to scrimp and save, and I'd really love a new wardrobe, a bunch of nice jewelry, and a house/car.  Is that really so much to ask?

On the upside, we continue to be resourceful in other ways as well.  Arlen has decided to jump on the knitting bandwagon, and his first project for himself was a knitted kippah/yarmulke for synagogue.  He's been doing some serious studies into Judaism, and the kippah he had didn't really fit well, and had a tendency to slide away and escape.  I've been cranking out finished objects lately (and starting many more projects), which I've been squirreling away to become birthday/holiday gifts for friends and family.  If there's one thing I have to give, it's knitwear.  At least I'm good at it, and I have a sizable stash (though not nearly sizable enough).

I'm loving my sheep to sweater project.  The sheep fleece I bought is all washed, and I am painstakingly flicking the tiny locks into rolags and spinning them on my new old spinning wheel.  It has a wobble, but it doesn't seem to impact the quality of the yarn, and I've almost filled my first bobbin!  I've got about a month until the very first Trailing of the Sheep Fiber Festival in Sun Valley.  I am planning on entering the max allowed 3 skeins in the animal fiber, traditional spun category.  My hope is that I will win first prize for at least one of them (heh) and there is a cash prize for that.  If I win, I'd use the winnings to purchase a fleece or some other spinning related bribe for myself.  They apparently give special consideration to yarn that's been hand-prepared, so I'm hoping to be a shoo-in, especially with all the documentation I've done of my process so far.

I'm trying to find other venues to market my designs.  I'm rather wet behind the ears in this aspect, still, but my next goal is to submit a pattern to the independent designers project through www.knitpicks.com. 

I guess that's enough chatter for now.  Life goes on, things keep moving.
unaspenser: (maid on the shore)
( Sep. 7th, 2010 06:42 pm)
Today I received a beautiful skein of sock yarn from http://yarnonthehouse.blogspot.com and I couldn't wait to share!

The yarn is Opulence by All For Love of Yarn, and it is a super-soft blend of 80% superwash merino, 10% cashmere, and 10% nylon. Take a look at these amazing colors!



The colors are truer in the second picture, but it looks so nice in the first one with the flowers too. I can't wait to start knitting, but for now it'll just have to go to my stash, since I just started another pair of socks and I only have one set of sock needles. Maybe it'll be my first pair of toe-up two-at-a-time socks!
unaspenser: A lovely drawing of a little grebe. (Default)
( Sep. 7th, 2010 06:54 am)
Anybody who wants to join me at dreamwidth is welcome to this invite code!


If you don't get it, no worries. Come to the main page and follow the links to create an account, there are tons of codes available there!
unaspenser: A lovely drawing of a little grebe. (Default)
( Sep. 6th, 2010 10:02 am)
So, other dreamwidth folks, is there a way to read your lj friends on this site/add them to your reading page?
unaspenser: A lovely drawing of a little grebe. (Default)
( Sep. 3rd, 2010 09:15 am)
Just wanted to test crossposting from dreamwidth.
I'm joining because a friend over at livejournal (where I've written since 2004) isn't happy with the way lj is behaving. This has happened before, and I created an account over at insanejournal when the shit hit the fan. I guess I'll follow friends anywhere, and what's another chunk of me floating around in the tubes? This will probably be a placeholder journal, but we'll see.