I finished
finch's Driver Gloves tonight, weaving in the ends and attaching the D-rings. I also wove the ends in on the Seafoam Shawl; I'll be taking it up to Fantasia tomorrow to see if the psychic who accosted me still wants it now that it's finished.
We went to a couple of thrift stores today. This particular chain has 50% off sales on the holidays.
finch scored a gorgeous pair of boots, I picked up a book (Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank; I haven't read it since high school so we'll see how it holds up) and several sweaters to unravel for yarn. Then I spent a couple of hours snipping threads on the living-room floor and making black-and-white yarn balls. I'm learning a lot about sweater construction, which should help when I actually start to make a sweater. I'm thinking about making a pink dinosaur hoodie for my dinosaur-loving niece, because how awesome would that be? It has spikes up the hood and down the back and it may be the cutest thing ever.
Spent the first couple of hours of my shift tonight finishing my objects, then I started working on my homework.t
I'm taking a seminar this semester called Research on Women and Crime, which started out a profoundly upsetting class, just in general. We started out on domestic violence (which, yeah) and then moved on to abortion and prostitution. (The prostitution class was held debate-style, in which emotions ran very high, and one particularly vocal member of the anti-prostitution group hasn't come back to class at all.) We've also read about drug crimes, juvenile justice, women in prison, and women leaving prison. (We're going out to tour the women's prison later this month.) So the last few weeks, while anger-making, haven't been nearly as personal as the first few.
So the articles I'm reading for Monday's class are on transgender inmates. I'm reading "'Trapped' in Sing-Sing: Transgendered Prisoners Caught in the Gender Binarism" by Darren Rosenblum. (It's a 75 page .pdf file. My eyes, they're bleeding.) Now what I didn't realize when I started reading it was that it was written in 2000. A lot has changed since 2000. But I'm reading the article and screaming at the author for the transfail ( beneath are my reactions to a couple of pages; they're going into my response paper, so they're semi-academic in tone, until the point where I just start capslocking everywhere. )
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We went to a couple of thrift stores today. This particular chain has 50% off sales on the holidays.
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Spent the first couple of hours of my shift tonight finishing my objects, then I started working on my homework.t
I'm taking a seminar this semester called Research on Women and Crime, which started out a profoundly upsetting class, just in general. We started out on domestic violence (which, yeah) and then moved on to abortion and prostitution. (The prostitution class was held debate-style, in which emotions ran very high, and one particularly vocal member of the anti-prostitution group hasn't come back to class at all.) We've also read about drug crimes, juvenile justice, women in prison, and women leaving prison. (We're going out to tour the women's prison later this month.) So the last few weeks, while anger-making, haven't been nearly as personal as the first few.
So the articles I'm reading for Monday's class are on transgender inmates. I'm reading "'Trapped' in Sing-Sing: Transgendered Prisoners Caught in the Gender Binarism" by Darren Rosenblum. (It's a 75 page .pdf file. My eyes, they're bleeding.) Now what I didn't realize when I started reading it was that it was written in 2000. A lot has changed since 2000. But I'm reading the article and screaming at the author for the transfail ( beneath are my reactions to a couple of pages; they're going into my response paper, so they're semi-academic in tone, until the point where I just start capslocking everywhere. )