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Nothing going on - no snow, no nothing happenin'. Wich is quite good, just not really bloggable, or interesting. I spend my days at the workplace in a kind of stupor, brain capacity on about 30%, perfect condition for this type of job and even stupid enough for some loughs.
So when i get home, i dont really bother to push the capacity much higher for that few hours before going to sleep. Just a bit of reading, bit of knitting, watching the same movies over and over again. And then hopefully sleeping without dreaming, as i tend (always tended to) have only bad dreams, and those in turn make a bad morning.
Sort of nice being so hare-brained, at least i'm calm. Relatively. First time in my life, or at least a very long time... but feels like first. Mmm. Only setback is that i can't make any mentally demanding output, like writing, learning, or improving things. Oh well, this blissful ignorance won't last ong, i know myself, so within a very short time i will go back to my usual brooding self i'm afraid.

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I took a Shakespeare's Tragedies compilation from the library two weaks ago and this proved to be a very good thing. Finished Othello and R+J so far, the latter one i read in high school as the only compulsory S. drama. Right now i'm still reading King Lear - the tragedy/Folio version - at lunchbreaks. That guy's plain stupid, how the heck did he become king?!
The start of the story was interesting to read, we have a folktale very similar to the situation described. In the hungarian folktale version, the youngest daughter's answer is not "nothing" but "like salt in the soup", and goes into exile alone, and finds a husband later. The other two daughters do not conspire against the king, and the protagonist is the rejected daughter, not the king.
I do not know the drama's end yet, but in the folktale, the girl invites her family for her wedding and they go of course as they want to reconcile. She cooks every meal for the king herself, without salt - so to show just how much the absence of it means.

Always loved this story :)

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Also, and the thing which brought me to write finally, i just finished the second sleeve on the lush-and-lacy cardigan. Checked very frequently with the other sleeve, so they will be identical, and just before casting off, realized somthing was wrong. But not with this one: the first sleeve. I skipped one row on the lace pattern, on the second pattern repeat (there are only three, luckily). Yuck. Tomorrow will be ripping off and knitting again.

The funny thing in this: i find this pattern first at Faith's blog, and she made a quite similar mistake on it - she made a row twice instead of skipping, and on one of the fronts, but still - pattern's jinxed or what :) Sort of amusing. I guess the pattern is simple enough for not requiering full concentration but just tricky enough to play some tricks on the absent-minded.
Nevermind. ^_^

(Brain's too burned out to think in hungarian. 'coz that's easier and once i go back and start to write/think in hungarian it's a big pain to get the english back wich i must do for the workplace. Takes a whole day, actually, all the while i'm answering "igen" (e-ghen, "yes") for the affirmative and even talk hungarian to the slovakian collegue. Who actually knows a few words, coming from a neighbouring country with a 500 thousand strong of hungarian minority (out of the 5.3 million overall). Ehhehe. )

Tekergető - Swifting

This arrived on friday. No, on thursday. I mean these, an umbrella swift and a yarn winder (why, o why pink and orange?!!!)
The winder makes 50g balls, as i immediatly realized as the first skein i wound up was 100g and totally fall apart at around 65-70 gramms.

I had a bag of rowan summer tweed laying around since spring - a 10 pack bag of 50g skeins, plus two more. I made up one for a ball and made a swatch, but did not liked either of them. Skeins too small - too much fiddling - yarn scratchy and strange. It's 70% silk 30% cotton, full with little colourful specks. Both the front of my hoodie and my trousers are covered with yarn morsels after knitting up about half a ball. But i like it much more now, it doesn't seem so hard and scratchy at all.

I bought these for a Central Park Hoodie on a sale (halfprice), but when i get to the point to cast on, just couldn't imagine a CPH in that colour. At least not for myself. It is pale blue with pastel flecks, so it would be good for someone very pale, or someone very dark, but not this brownie of me. So after two days of pondering what to do with the rediscovered stash - it's still rare for me to have a jumper worth of yarn which is not acrylic, due to budget restrains - i settled on the Lush and Lacy Cardi. It's small and light enough for being able to imagine even myself with this colour. So far, good, stich count ok., swatch was ok., i'm awaiting the first disaster...


Other: finished Othello on wednesday - omg, i cant remember any other drama i read (though i did not read too much...) where everyone announced that "and now, i die". Uff.
Started Romeo and Juliet on thursday. Wow. I never realized before how short time passes between the first glances at each other and Juliet's proposal. I like that girl. I never liked Romeo, he's a whimp and plain stupid, but never payed enough attention to Juliet.
After reading Shakespeare for one hour every lunchtime, it's a bit strange to go back and hear the erratic blabbing we immigrants do with english language. :D

El ne felejtsem - Note to self

Reggelt Utolsó mohikánnal kezdeni nem jó ötlet. Szombat reggelt, így hétvégét, még kevésbé. Mert 1) szomorú leszek tőle 2) dühös is. És szomorú. És azzal elmegy az egész délelőtt.

Starting the day with The Last of the Mohicans is not a good idea. Even less so if that morning is a saturday, and so it is the start of the weekend. Becouse it will make me 1) sad 2) and angry. And sad. And that tooks the whole morning whit it.

Na jó nem az egész, mert közben befejeztem egy sapit és kimostam-"kiszögeltem" egy sálat. Jipppí :) Aztán még könyvtárban is voltam és most Shakespeare-t olvasok (Othello). Huh. Austen esti mese hozzá képest.

Well not the whole, i did finish a hat and washed-blocked a shawl. Yipppy :) Also i went to the library so i'm reading Shakespeare now (Othello). Ugh. Austen is kid's tale compared to him.

"Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate. " - Azt mondád nekem, Hogy gyűlölöd őt
Ez ma így hangzik: Which nowadays is:
You said (told me) you hate him. (kb.) - "Azt mondtad gyűlölöd"

És ez három mondatonként ilyen. Az ismeretlen, régies szavak meg a szimbólumok már csak hab a tortán.
And it is like this in every third sentence. The uncommon old-fashioned words and the symbols are the icing on the cake.

Random

Ha a varrónő nagynéném olvasta volna a twilight könyveket, Carlisle lenne a kedvenc karaktere, azt hiszem. Majd megpusztultam mikor ezt megláttam... ("mert gyorsan varr" :D)
If my seamstress auntie have had read the twilight books, her favourite character would be Carlisle, i think. Almost fell off my chair from laughter seeing this.

Találtam egy kupac aranyosságot a deviantart-on - és már megint elrepült az idő...
I've found a bunch of funny stickers on deviantart :) - and run out of time again...

Ez pedig a személyes kedvencem (ma estére) =^_^=
And this is my personal favourite (for tonight) =^_^=

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Tegnap megvettem a karácsonyi ajándékomat. Magamnak. Egy kiló fonal :D Remélem a postának elég lesz az egy hónap a kézbesítésre, a fa alatt már kötözködni akarok!
I also bought my christmas present. For myself. One kilogramm of yarn :D I hope one month will be enough for the post to deliver it, i want to knit under the tree!

Átmeneti lányos elmezavar - Temporary girly insanity

So i checked the cinema's program and went to watch New moon. 'Coz i like 1) wolves 2) forests 3) native americans . Mmmm.
There should have been an order to prohibit giggling. At 80% female audience, i'm not expecting much, but what was going on here was insufferable. The girls sitting in the first 3 rows just giggled on everything and constantly. Ok, not constantly, but in the wrong places sometimes - i mean, what is funny about Jacob sleeping? It was cute, not funny. But the wolves "fighting" over the muffins, then there was some serious silence. Female mind, i'll never get it :P :D

My personal opinions:
Best thing in the movie: i feel a bit, hm, overaged for this boys, but wow there was some eye-candy here. Jacob/Taylor Lautner got a huuuge whooop for taking off his t-shirt :D Every time :D Team Edward had they moment too, though i just couldn't stop giggling (in silence - I do have self-control :D) I always found vampires and they serious paleness slightly amusing. Guess i'm a wolf-girl.
Ah, and the wolves. I love the wolves. They werent too realistic, but still.

Worst thing : i'd like to kick the bottom side of the person/people who put that hair on Jasper. He was downright ugly, especially after the first movies handsomeness.

Biggest lough: "Guy's such a marshmallow". I knew it will come as i read it in the book (in another bout of girly insanity) but it still kicked.

Most annoying: Bella had the same face thorough the movie. On her own birthday while talking with Edward, when being depressed, even after getting Edward back. That's at least three different stages, three very different situations, and in the book, she was different. Ok, maybe it's hard to act it out, but wish they could.

Best change compared to the books: Charlie. Maybe being the most mature actor among so many youngsters does the trick.

Overall, not bad, for me this book was the weakest among the four, so i guess they couldn't do much with the movie either. Looking forward for Eclipse and the big fight :)

Múlt hét - Last week 2. - London

Aaand on sunday (november 15) i went to London to meet a friend, and as we met at Victoria station at 10.50, we were just in time for the Changing of the Guard, wich starts at 11.30. At first we didn't see anything, but as time passed and we hold our ground and people left, we got a pretty good view. They were wearing they winter mantels again (last year we went london at january...) so no red coats again. But it was bice to watch.
After that we ate at the London Eye, and walked along the eastern bank until the path run out, then crossed to the west bank through the London Bridge.
I was surprised about the number of churches we saw, both small ones

and a really big one (i think it's Saint Paul's, i wish i've been in a better mood and had taken a closer look)

up to the Tower, and then i came home from Fenchurch street. I got a terrible hadache, as always when visit a real big city at daytime, i just cant stand the crowd and noise. But i was at home at 6 o'clock, and it was a nice day, and a nice week, overall :)