NaNo count
Have: 41,694
Need: 41,675
I had a really lovely long weekend, most of which I spent away from the computer, with the exception of yesterday, when I had to write five days' worth of NaNo book. And I did it too. I'm so ridiculously deadline driven — I would normally never consider writing 8,000 or so words in under twelve hours. But let me get up to the wire on an externally imposed deadline and I will perform feats of superhuman power. That's how I managed to eke out a living as a production knitter at one point when I was in grad school. And also how I have written every single article, paper and story that I have ever produced. It tends to annoy bosses and editors, but it's how I work best. I think that's why I've been doing so well with the whole NaNo project. I have a specific word count to hit each day, people I see daily who ask about it (and also give me a sticker if I do it) and an internet to report to. Writing for the blog itself seems to be curiously immune to this phenomenon, but it's likely just ego, since all I'm doing here is babbling about myself.
Speaking of me, I went to see the parade balloons being inflated Wednesday night. It was insanely crowded, just this teeming mass of people for blocks approaching the floats. I don't know why Tae and I thought we were the only ones who would think to check it out, but we weren't. Not by a long shot. It's one of those New York things to do once and then never, ever do again.
Dinner itself was lovely and low-key. Since we were a smallish group and all more interested in the side dishes than the meat, we just roasted a chicken. With it, we had a big bowl of mashed sweet potatoes, stuffing, roasted green beans, carrots and parsnips with honey and rosemary, cranberry relish and I feel like I'm leaving out a dish or two...
The cranberry relish is one of my favorite things: just grind up a bag of cranberries, an apple and an orange (peel and all, just slice to check for seeds). The apple and orange sweeten it enough that I only needed to add two or three tablespoons of sugar. I made it last Wednesday in Liz's fancy new food processor while we were watching Project Runway.
I don't have a whole lot of PR snark, really. I liked the winning outfit. I liked the almost-winning outfit. I liked the middle-of-the-road Frenchie ensemble. I'm liking Victorya more, even though I haven't forgotten that terrible, terrible silver flower. I don't know why everyone was freaking out about Elisa's spit marking. For one thing, it's an easy way to mark a spot that will disappear without washing, using material that's always close at hand. That's how I hang pictures, actually — figure out where it needs to go, lick my finger and touch the wall to mark the spot while I grab the hammer and nails. It looked like that was what Elisa did. She wasn't spitting ON the fabric, she was touching it with saliva. Also, I can't imagine that with their time restrictions that any of the designers are washing their fabric before they're sewing with it. And when you consider what it's come in contact with at the mills, warehouses, shipping containers, trucks, Mood itself, the designers' own grubby little hands... I think that a drop of spit is probably the least nasty thing on any of their fabrics.