the ninety-nine percent.

I know you don’t come here for the politics, but bear with me. I’m not in NYC, but today I participated in a virtual march together with #occupywallstreet and a whole host of organizations supporting the folks down at Liberty Square. For more, try here, here, and here.

My sign?

I am 29. Grad student. No debt, but minimal savings. My parents paid for college — I won’t be able to do the same for my children someday. I’m not sure that there will be a job for me when I earn my PhD. I know that in many ways, I am lucky. But I am the 99%.

That college education? The most important gift I imagine I will ever receive. It made it possible for me to make choices about my life that had nothing to do with paying back loans. The future? As an academic, very scary. We’re practically tripping over articles and books about the crisis of the American university. I am well aware that the world I am preparing for is changing rapidly. The increasing adjunctification and corporatization of the university have me seriously concerned about what lies ahead. Despite these worries, I know I’m lucky. I grew up comfortably, with access to good healthcare and educational opportunities. (I’m also an adopted kid. Lucky.)

In a system that does not prioritize the needs of the majority of its people, I am lucky. We have serious inequity and injustice. Here. At home. And I appreciate those standing up, in New York and across the country, to advocate for the 99%. #occupywallstreet.

Now, did you want to see another picture of that sock?

I spun this CMF superwash merino in Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds a long time ago, and it has just been sitting, waiting, in my handspun stash. Last night, slowly recovering from the stomach bug, I wound it up and cast on another unfancy sock: 64 st, size 1 dpns. I’m hoping I’ll have enough yarn for a full pair! (My notes say I have 325 yards. I divided the yarn into 2 balls, roughly, and I’m weighing it as I go to get a sense for when I should turn the heel. The answer is soon.)

Today’s breakfast. A good sign. I am feeling much better!

FO: a pair of unfancy socks.

I’ve finished a pair of socks, and it happens to be socktober. (How did I manage that?) I might like these so much that I’m going to cast on another equally unfancy sock or two. These are 64 st socks with 2×2 rib at the cuff, knit from the cuff down. I loosely followed the Knitmore Girls Vanilla Sock pattern after abandoning the Gentleman’s Fancy Sock I began with.)

Honestly, I wish I hadn’t finished knitting sock #2 quite so soon. See, I’ve spent my morning dealing with an unpleasant stomach bug, and all I’ve been able to do thus far today is sit quietly and knit. (No coffee, even!) I just ate some oatmeal, and so far, it seems to be staying right where I want it. (TMI?) I’m hoping to swap knitting for writing this afternoon — but I guess if working is impossible, knitting is the next best thing. And now I’ve got a new pair of socks!

Also, a new pair of glasses. What do you think? (Can this rooster pull off this look?)

Boh doesn’t seem to mind the new frames — so long as he can stay curled up on the couch. I’m happy to let him handle that part of today’s to-do list!

 

agnes in action.

I’ve been wearing Agnes pretty much since I returned home from last week’s research trip to the land of Mick. (How great is it that knitting friends live near archives?!) The weather has turned chilly and extremely fall-like, and Agnes is serving exactly the purpose I imagined for her: a cozy warm layer for mornings and evenings. (I’m wearing Agnes right now, and if I weren’t typing, my hands would be in the pockets.)

Stay tuned for some accidental socktober knitting — I’ve just turned the heel on my second unfancy sock!