slow bloomers

The cheery cherry lace sweater is progressing slowly.

I don't mind. It is now in that armhole-to-waist stage in which very little needs to be done while working back and forth: decrease here or there, but no neck shaping or fiddly bits. That makes it perfect for knitting under the table while listening to bad stories in writing class. Tangent: writing class bugs me. To put it mildly. It's an introductory fiction class and it drives me nuts. Long ago I did the minimum number of humanities courses I needed to get by, even though they were interesting, for precisely this reason-- people get hung up on one word or the placement of a comma or a choice of tense and spend half an hour dissecting one tiny item. Besides which, without implying that my writing is any good, I'd like to state that I am stunned at some of the stuff that is turned in. Not in a good way. For that matter, I have lately been helping my boss write a proposal, and I am flabbergasted at some of the stuff he comes up with. It's replete--if you don't mind my saying so-- with interruptions (e.g., dashes, parenthetical statements, and convoluted phrases) as well as using quite a few awkward constructions such as "in regards to", "in as much as", and "in adddition to" which have the effect of creating run-on sentences which, by the time you get to the end of aforesaid sentences, have lost the original thread of their meaning and become something else entirely (see above). Sheesh. Does academic writing have to be unintelligible? Sometimes I look at a paragraph and just shake my head.

The knitting helps me keep sane when all those poor tortured misused words are floating around in bad combinations.

Comments

[alison]

Very pretty! I hope I get to see it on Sunday. :)