getting there, sans car and yarny thoughts

The theme isn’t quite where I want it to be (and for those of you reading this via Bloglines, Feedburner or Google Reader, you really should check it out), but it’s getting there.

I need the Flickr module to look a bit more formatted – CSS tweaking involved, shouldn’t be too difficult to finish. And I don’t like the caption spacing in the del.icio.us block – again, something CSS related.

But it’s a change, and I’m happy with the new look. Let me know what y’all think!

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In other news, Car Free Week continues without issues. The daily commute has been good, and Tuesday night’s PPTC ride went off without a hitch (and there’s a log entry forthcoming, but I’ve been too busy with other stuff to bother copying and pasting forging it from raw bits and bytes).

Granted, I did have to drive to a location out in Alexandria that’s not easily accessible via mass transit (ah, sprawl without adequate planning, how I love thee), which leads me to….

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Last night’s outing, where sprite and I went to see Stephanie Pearl-McPhee – better know as The Yarn Harlot – speak at the Borders Books at Bailey’s Crossroads. Stephanie is the superhero du jour of the knitting community, especially those who are part of the yarncraft blogosphere.

And she’s popular for good reason: she’s extremely funny. sprite was quite sure that I’d appreciate her humor (or “humour,” as she’s a Canuck), and she was right: the Yarn Harlot knows how to make the somewhat zen endeavor of knitting seem like the most interesting, funny, engrossing form of activity on the planet. If there were a World Knitting Association, I nominate her to be the spokesperson – she’s that good.

Granted, I didn’t stay for the whole event – I had to pick up some odds-and-ends for both the Pedal Force (a.k.a. “Das Rudi Projekt”) and the Jamis (a.k.a. “Son of Rudi Projekt”) across the street at Performance Bike – but the Q&A was still going strong when I returned after an hour’s absence. And the crowd hadn’t thinned in that time. In fact, I’m willing to wager that it grew, as curious patrons of the bookstore, who to that moment hadn’t a bit of interest in knitting, were sucked in by the celebrity and stage presence of a witty woman from Toronto.