Hanging Around With Scientists Gives Me Ideas

Experiment: sleep for X amount of hours (X being the amount of sleep I'd get pre-illness), try to be moderately active (i.e. go for a 20 minute walk), read a book, talk on the phone briefly and then see how this down-scaled version of 'normal life' works out. Result: I'm not well. Head foggy, speech slightly slowed down and I need to search for words (and use spell-checker). Hands shaking if I'm not sitting down. Mouth dry. Was on the verge of collapsing during walk.

I'm going to counter this little experiment with jasmine tea, my jammies, some knitting and a flick through The Knitter's Handbook I found secondhand (just £1!) during my brief excursion..

Dammit.

The Bonfire of Good Intentions

If I'm going to have to rip out another effing row on the neckline on my effing sweater, I swear I'm going to toss the effing thing on the bonfire I'm going to build in our backyard. What do you mean "Well, it's your first attempt at an actual garment and you did abandon the pattern after the first three rows"? That's not the point!

The bonfire I'm going to build will consist solely of good intentions gone awry: my copy of James Joyce's "Ulysses" that I took with me across the North Sea in the misguided belief that I'd read it (and left my vintage Georgette Heyer novels in the discard pile while I was at it); the tins of dry yeast that have been sitting in my cupboard for a long, long time waiting for my bread-making to re-ignite; the clothes I was going to mend last summer but haven't; the plants I forgot to water after having declared 2007(!) the year I was going back to have plants in my home. Let's not go into my decision to re-reinvent cabbage.

Okay, maybe the sweater will not go the way of the plants or the culinary plans. Knitting continues to astonish me - not just the process of taking a string of X material, looping it in various ways using fancy sticks and ending up with a textile, but also the actual community surrounding fiber arts and crafts. I may be frustrated by a sweater refusing to shape up exactly as I had envisioned it, but the frustration is countered by warm and witty encouragement from the knitting community.

Just three more rows of moss seed stitch and I swear this'll be it. Grrr..

PS. I have actually begun reading again! Hooray!

Euro '08.

My personal favourite at this year's Eurovision is Bosnia-Herzegovina. David describes it as "Arcade Fire doing Rocky Horror". It won't win but it'll worm its way onto my iPod.

Five other countries of note: + Turkey has sent a local version of Manic Street Preaches with a hefty dash of Muse. Niice. A snowball's chance in hell, of course. + Azerbaijan is completely batsh*t crazy insane. + Sweden is strong as ever and I think it'll go top 3. + Israel has possibly the best singer in the competition. + Bulgaria is my outside bet. Regardless, it'll be a club hit across Europe this summer. + Switzerland is going for the boyband vote (without having a boyband).

Denmark? No. United Kingdom? Possibly too classy.

The Big Issues

Worryingly I watch the chatterbox a great deal more than I would like - but there is something about the format which suits my scattered brain. I get interested in something and just as I'm beginning to lose the thread, it's commercial time or time for the weather forecast (both strike me as similar in their inaccurate predictions of future happiness).

Yesterday I was watching In God's Name, a documentary on Channel 4 (the liberal, arty channel which has strayed in search of viewers). It was a look at fundamental Christianity in modern-day Britain filmed by a man going for cheap shots far too often.

Example: A late-20s driving instructor was asked if he had ever had sex, for instance. No, he had not as he was saving himself for marriage. I fail to see why being a male virgin in his late 20s should be material for prime-time TV.

However, other aspects of the documentary were more interesting. In Britain, they are currently reviewing stem cell research and abortion laws in parliament. Yesterday the updates to the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Bill were passed. Today Parliament will vote on whether to lower the limit on abortion from twenty-four weeks to twenty. The documentary showed how closely certain certain members of the Parliament (as well as former) were working with hardline Christians in preparation for these bills.

I always take documentaries with a pinch of salt but I do hope this one might make aforementioned members of Parliament reconsider who acts as their advisors. Because it just looks a touch silly when you keep quoting scientific 'facts' you've been given by someone who believes that the Earth is 4,000 years old. And you still hope to be taken seriously. It's bad science, mate.

On a vaguely similar note: Not in my name - how scientists are asking to have their names removed from a list of "climate change doubters". So far almost ten per cent of the named scientists are having WTF moments from seeing their name on the list. Watch this one grow.

Must. Not. Buy.

Oh dear. Following a visit to the neurologist, I'm sitting here going: "I so need to buy myself some yarn as a treat." I don't exactly lack yarn, so I'm guessing that I've fallen into the trap of so many other crafters: buying supplies as a substitute for actually making something. Or perhaps I just really want something new and shiny to pet. Both? The neurologist visit was surprisingly constructive although I find it difficult to explain exactly how it was constructive. I'm having some bloodwork done and am scheduled in for another MRI scan. It feels as though I'm finally heading in the right direction.

It is time for tea, some cookies and an afternoon nap. I still need naps, alas.