4 more years!

Good news! My department accepted my application to be in the PhD program, so tentative has changed to a sure thing : )

The dear sweet lovable one joked that he should break out into the chant "4 more years!" be he couldn't muster the enthusiasm. So while it is happy that I don't need to leave the school to get my PhD, I still need to get my PhD, which isn't going to be a walk through a field of daisies.

I have been in the office a lot a lot a lot lately in a push to finish my thesis. I have been writing blog as a way to balance the right half brain, and the left half brain. So boring dry thesis in academese speak in return for something maybe more conversational. Part of the problem is finding pictures, because I am a true believer in pictures making for better blogs, but not much has been picture worthy.

Fractals are a good stand by since I tend to make quite a few. They are bright and happy, and the challenge for this week was one that had really strong geometric shapes. the pie transform works in a very similar way to blur, so I was able to create a blur smear which actually had the pie shape to it. I had a lot of fun naming the fractals this week, fools rush in, send in the clowns, tomfoolery, banana cream pie. For some reason I have clowns on the brain.

Last night I did some writing, probably for later than I should have since I needed the sleep. I've never participated in National Novel Writing Month. I just write when I feel like it. I've written one novel, that I have never tried to publish, and I am working on another idea that I came up with after reading Terry Pratchett, and being bored at lunch back in 2006. It is a man vs. self plot, and it may or may not be in the universe I set my first novel in.

I have been having trouble working on it for two big reasons. 1.) I'm really really busy, and when I have free time I spend it reading or knitting, or sleeping. 2.) I think engineering school has made me worse at writing. When I read a lot I need to write a lot because that is how I digest what I have read, but I have been really frustrated because I have a clear picture in my head what is going on, but I can't seem to get it down on paper. I toyed with the idea of turning it into a comic, but it appears that my drawing skills are in fact much worse than my writing skills. When I try to draw the same thing three times, it comes out as 3 different things. I have always had an easier time writing dialog than writing descriptions, because I don't know where to stop. I know too much scene painting drags the plot, but when I have other people read it, there is a lot of missing information. The idea was to get better at drawing, then I could show what I saw, and only need to write what they say or think.

I have found that writing blog posts is a good way to practice writing, without the pressure of it being good for a story, but I don't know if it will ever address the problem of being able to describe what fictional thing I see in my head, but it does give me practice.

I don't feel comfortable posting pictures that I have drawn, yet. Every so often I make something that impresses me, but I haven't scanned them. I probably should just so I can see that I am getting better, and I am learning.

That's all for now, take care

Molly : )

Estonian Heel Socks

Notes:
Unfortunately I could not really retain the voice of the author when I used google translate to try to figure out the pattern instructions. Some things I just flat out guessed on. Other things I changed because of my experience with a very similar pattern, skew.

In terms of construction, you start at the heel, knit in the round until the diagonal points of the square can touch when you put the heel on. You knit the foot until the bottom reaches your toe, then you decrease like a hat. Break the yarn, knit the leg, optionally do shortrows to level the sock, knit some ribbing, and start the next sock.

In terms of adjustment, if any part of this sock fits, it should be perfect in the heel/ankle region. Don't stop knitting until you have a good fit there, even if it is way more stitches that you think is reasonable. The measurement on my sock was literally 4.5 inches from the center to the diagonal point, which is the 9 inches around my foot from ankle to heel, no negative ease.

If the right number of stitches for the heel, is the wrong number for your leg and.or foot, employ an every 4 round strategy to increase or decrease.

I had too many, so I would do
r1: k1, k2tog, k to 1 before middle, m1, k1, k1, m1, k to 3 before beginning, ssk, k1
r2: knit all
r3: k1, k2tog, k to 3 before beginning ssk k1.
r4: knit all

If you had too few stitches:
r1: k1, k2tog, k to 1 before middle, m1, k1, k1, m1, k to 3 before beginning, ssk, k1
r2: knit all
r3: k to 1 before middle  m1, k1, k1 m1 k to the beginning
r4: knit all

The 4 rounds keeps the sock in the bias pattern while giving you the the control you want on stitch count.

I had 78-82 stitches after the heel, and I decreased to 72 for the foot and leg, which was what skew called for and fit my leg and foot really well.
 
Maybe you've made a star toe before, I hadn't and certainly not on a bias knit sock. My foot is 9 in long, and I started the toe decreases at 8 inches. It fits good. That was the big unknown because the translation was really badly garbled at the toe part.

Directions:
1.) I used Judy's Magic cast on for 12, and put 3 stitches on each of my DPN's this is one pattern where the divide by 4 scheme works perfectly, but you could use markers and circular needles if you prefer. The original author did long tail cast on, then seamed the hole at the end. (Original pattern predates JMCO, just saying)

2.) I knit a row to get everything started, then I started following the chart. It might actually be easier to follow written out though.
increase row, plain row, 3 times
increase row, 2 plain rows, 3 times
increase row, 3 plain rows, 4 times
increase row, 2 plain rows, 3 times
increase row, plain row, until it is big enough.

In an increase row, I did k1, m1, k to one before the end of the needle/marker, m1 k1. The original author did left leaning YO at the beginning, and right leaning YO at the end, and knit those through the back of the loop on the plain row after. Either should be fine. I never thought ktbl really closed YO well enough for me.

3.) Leave the live stitches for the leg alone, and start knitting in the round. See the notes about increases or decreases. At this point I switched to 2 circs, because I only own 2 circs and 4 DPNs in size 1. If you find you have the perfect number of stitches, then the pattern is just a 2 row repeat of row 1 and row 2. Measure and try on frequently. Repeat until the bottom of the foot edge, to the cast on measures 1 inch less than your foot (big toe to heel).

4.) For all you hat knitters, this is your standard decrease. Divide stitches by 10, if you have a remainder, decrease them away in the first round. Round 1 *K8, k2tog*, Round 2, k, then *k7 k2tog*, then knit all, *k6 k2tog*,  then knit all. I got antsy at this point, and then had all rounds be decrease rounds. Perhaps an over reaction. basically you knit until 1 before the decrease, then knit them together. Once you have 4-5 stitches left, break yarn, take a needle, and pass it through the live stitches. Pull it tight, and you should have a neat finish.

5.) Now, go back to the leg stitches, join the yarn at the top of the foot, with enough of a tail to close the inevitable hole from the join. Do sets of increase rounds or decrease rounds until you are happy with your stitch count, then repeat rows 1 and 2 until you feel the sock is long enough for you in the back.

6.) Short rows:
Knit to the 2 stitches before the back of the sock, turn work. With wrong side facing, slip the last worked stitch, purl back toward the beginning. 3 before the beginning, p2tog, p1.
Continue on wrong side, purling to 2 before the back. Turn work, with right side facing slip last worked stitch, k3 to 3 before the beginning, ssk k1.

From here, a pattern will emerge. 2 stitches before the gap from slipping, turn work, slip the last worked stitch and head back toward the beginning. 3 before the beginning, work a decrease. Every round you exclude 4 stitches, and reduce the remainder by 2. Eventually you will run out of room to decrease. If you want more hand holding, skew has a row by row breakdown.

To bring the stitch count back up to your preferred number, k2, then make 1 out of the slipped stitch, depending on whether it is the right side or the left side of the sock you will change what direction the stitch leans. Repeat this until you are back to the beginning of the round.

7.)  From here you can start your favorite ribbing. I used k2p2, the original author did ktbl p1. I did 1 1/2 inches of ribbing, then bound off using the super stretchy bind off in pattern. If you like a standard bindoff, pick up some needles 2 sizes larger than normal and bind off with those.

8.) Weave in your ends, using the extra tail to close the hole on the top of the ankle. Cast on for the next sock : )

Variations:
->Do shortrows on foot. Instead of step 4, start shortrow section (6) where you would normally start the toe, and do a normal toe after re-increasing the stitch count.
-> Don't do shortrows on leg, skip step 6, and do ribbing directly from slanted leg and then bind off.

"Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced." -Leo Tolstoy

Take care guys,

Molly : )

Risk and Euchre

I used to believe that I was completely different than my family.

I am an engineer, I wanted a boss, I wanted clear goals, few risks. My dad's side of the family are entrepreneurs, they are either starting businesses, or running them.They aren't always successful, but that doesn't stop them from finding something new to do when things don't pan out. There is always a new opportunity, or hard work to keep the current business afloat in tough times.

I have realized that even though I don't want to start a business, I actually have a pretty steep appetite for risk, and a high tolerance for failure.

Many pundits write about how my generation is risk-averse. We try to lead perfect lives, get perfect grades, have the right mix of activities. One missed step and our little lives will come crashing down. We don't protest, we don't speak our opinions loudly, we're too busy keeping our noses stuck to our phones to see the world.

I make important decisions like I play Euchre. I call trump, because you can't win if you always let someone else decide for you. If you wait for a sure thing, it will never come. So you need to make the most of the cards in your hand, and pick a suit you have the best chance in, not lament about not getting a loner.

This means making choices without full information, deciding to do difficult things, getting people to bend the rules because you are too young, and being willing to spend the time if things are going sour.

It's funny because in this time of endings, I had been fixating on the fact that I am leaving a lot unfinished, and in a sense failed. However, I have accomplished a lot since June of 2009. I worked hard, occasionally screwed up, but generally managed to get things to work. It was a risk doing Direct-PhD, it was a risk working on a nanotechnology project, it was a risk deciding not to take the overview math class, and it was a risk deciding to work for a guy who hadn't graduated any students yet. Overall I can look back, and see a lot of success. It was my call, and it was a decent one.

In high school and college I pulled a lot of tricks to challenge myself, to not be bored, to get paid more. It didn't always work out. When it did work I believe in increased my appetite to try again. The other funny thing is that it often gave me good interview material, because I had to find workarounds when things did not go right. Now, a little older and wiser, I feel I've gotten myself to a place where I am not exceptional, and I am constantly challenged. The risks I take now are not the same sort as ten years ago. Now it is a conscious choice to not do something because it is easy.

Of course, there are costs to taking on risks. Just like in Euchre, when you make a risky call, and it doesn't work out, the other team gets 2 points, and prolongs the game. By not betting on a sure thing, I probably added a least a year to how long it will take for me to walk out with my Doctorate and I lost a great adviser. For this second, and likely last try, I cannot afford to screw up.

We dissect ourselves everyday, turning over every sinew, searching every shadow in our soul. Never thought to feed what we had, only long for what we lack.

Dad, I am much more like you than I had thought. I hope I am every bit as tough as you are too.

Take care,
Molly : )

Keeping track of it all

I might just have a case of the sillies. I talked to a flower guy, thinking he was the baker guy. Whoops. I missed the name because my office has dreadful reception. Oddly enough, I think he makes way more money on weddings than Christmas stuff, which would explain why he was willing to drop everything to get my business.

I have been trying to get a hold of the photographer so I can get a date reserved and maybe have pictures taken. And the chair cover lady, and the baker, hair and makeup stylist, and the catering.

This weekend was good, because many things were decided.

Snapdragons are cool, wildflowers are more my style, I like flowers with a mixture of colors and shapes and sizes, rather than just one type, or uniform colors, rope only comes in color combinations that recall 1988, rocks of different sizes look cool in glass, sand and rocks of different sizes do not, unfortunately this resulted in 50 lb of play sand becoming useless, luckily 50 lb of play sand only costs 3 bucks.

 Black while classy, didn't really make sense as a wedding color. It appears navy blue is the winner. And we concluded that the chiffon bridesmaid dress with the sweetheart neck and the ruffled back was the nicest dress. I have added pictures from the internet! Obviously since my little sister is 5'11" and itty bitty, any dress looks good on her, but it should look good on my other ladies, crossing fingers.


This is style B3034, because it takes some time to look that up.

I don't really like talking on the phone. I am not sure if this has always been true, or if I have become stranger with passing time. That's probably a blog post in and of itself, does getting a higher degree make you hopelessly strange? I had been really nervous about calling people, but, that said it isn't that hard. I just need to get over it. The reason why I am calling is happy. If it was bad news maybe it would make more sense to be nervous.

In terms of new and exciting things, there are probably a handful.

The apo challenge this week is pretty interesting. We have to make fractals that look like colorful sea slugs with only 3 transforms. This was try number one. I'll probably give it another crack before I submit something. I'm not winning any awards for this, I'm just working on not getting stuck in a never-ending fractal rut, where I make spirals until everyone including me gets bored. It is enough a distraction that I keep moving forward, without losing track of time completely.

By the magic of taking a long time to write a blog, the other two I made are done rendering.

I have two knitting projects going on right now, a shawl, that takes every bit of attention I can muster, and socks, that are flying off the needles. I might write the pattern for the socks so people can understand them, since it is written in Estonian. I asked for permission on the lady's blog, and since she is a fan of the Yarn Harlot, I assume she knows English, or can translate it. I received some yarn in the mail Monday, two tangled skeins. It is strangely calming to untangle them. I did the first one Monday night, and started the second before realizing it was 1 AM and I needed to sleep. The second one is berry colored and it is so freaking pretty. Unfortunately I believe I have violated my yarn acquisition rules of reasonableness. The 2 skeins were free, but that means the stash of yarn for socks, will in fact equal the number of socks I have knit. I have the same number of future socks as existing socks. This is not counting all of my scraps, which pulls the total up to more future socks than present socks. I like my stash to be about a year's worth of yarn, and I don't think I will be knitting over 20 pair in the next 52 weeks . . .

Take care guys

Molly : )

Knitting is not art

I don't really think knitting is art.

There are people who make art with knitting, and there are pretty things that I can knit, but for the love of Pete, it is a craft, geared toward making useful things.

I keep my mouth shut when people talk about fiber artists, because I'm not one to flame intentionally. It is an easy way to lump knitting, spinning, crochet, tatting and weaving into one big happy family, but so is lovers of yarn.

Knitting was a cottage industry. People used to get paid for how much weight they knit up. Nupps were invented so Estonian women could make their shawls heavier for the weigh-in without significantly adding to the total time to knit, for when their finished pieces were collected to be sold. People wore belts so they could have a spare hand to do other things while simultaneously knitting. I'm not arguing that as a knitter I should exclusively make things with the idea in my head that I can sell it. I'm not arguing that there aren't skills needed to make awesome knit things. I'm not arguing that people don't make pretty things.

Art evokes an emotional reaction. Generally people will say that art is pretty things, but really good art can invoke horror, disgust, joy, jealousy, longing, and wonder without ever being pleasing to the eye. When have you had an emotional reaction to a piece of clothing? Maybe a well or poorly dressed person, but to specifically what they were wearing? I have a pair of socks I made that I hiked to the top of a mountain, got proposed to, and hiked down in. My boots are still stained pink. I have an emotional reaction when I see those socks, but that is for the memory of one of the hardest and most wonderful things I have done. It isn't specifically the socks, it is the event. People feel that way about pairs of blue jeans, or a favorite hat or blanket. Your emotions tied to the object bring back memories, but the object itself, brand new and unused, had no emotional response.

I wear the things I make because they are pretty, I worked hard on them, and they are useful. If a sweater or socks don't fit you don't wear them as often, if a hat doesn't block the wind then when it is freaking cold out you pull out one that will do the job, if a scarf is itchy it stays in the closet away from your tender neck. Useful is what gets knit things pulled out. Prettiness might get me to make it in the first place, but it will sit unused if it doesn't fulfill a purpose. When has art been useful? It decorates, it commemorates, it fills columned buildings, dusty attics and hallways all over the world. Art is admired, studied, debated and observed. Art is not used.

Knitting is not that far removed from its humble roots. And frankly, it would be ruined if it stopped being useful and started to become art instead.

Take care guys,
Molly : )

Cultivating Distractions

Ok, I admit it, I am procrastinating. I don't feel like making a high level literature review for the introduction to my thesis. I would rather do many other things.

However, I need to finish it, which means I am cultivating the appropriate level of distractions so that when I don't feel like it, I can take a 5 minute break, and then hack away at it some more.

What am I doing now? Writing blog, listening to Incubus, knitting the second glove for the dear sweet lovable one, searching for a better apartment closer to campus (not much luck).

The bigger question is why I want to be half distracted. I would much rather get it over with when I decide to go into work, and hardly work at all when I am in 'working'. It brings up the question of how much I want this. The project was not exactly what I wanted to do, but I said yes because it seemed close enough. It was really frustrating to see that the project I wanted to do, go to other people. I wonder if I had the skills to actually do the project I wanted. Given the motivation, would I have been more willing to learn, less willing to give up, more eager to keep working?

There isn't much point to speculation, because I feel like everyone who is getting a higher degree feels this way about their project. The piece you work on is so small it seems insignificant in the context of anything else, so narrow it can't possibly be worth the trouble, and so hard to be impossible. Part of my frustration has been that I understand the big picture, and the concepts, but the application of the concepts to my work breaks down completely. It sounds sort of ridiculous, I know how, but for some reason can't. If I didn't know how, I could ask for help. But I know how and can't, so I don't know how to ask for help. From my perspective how the hell can you even ask for help when you don't know the reason why you can't make it work. It seems like the help you need is for someone else to do it, which sounds like you are mucking around with something that you completely don't understand. Which brings me back to the first part, I think I understand what I need to do.

In more happy news, one of my fractals was chosen for a daily deviation yesterday.

For those on DA

It comes as an exciting surprise, one of my watchers had a good track record for suggesting daily deviations, though this one is really unlike what I typically make. Oddly, this might prove that once you start the get the attention across the entire site, you will continue to get featured regularly. I got my first Daily Deviation  for this fractal

Which I think is one of the coolest ones I have ever made. It was chosen as the cover of my undergrad's literary magazine, and when I participated in a swap my partner was so kind to print it on a water bottle.

Speaking of undergrad,
The dear sweet lovable one and I had a wonderful time. It's hard not to have a good time with a proximity suit and a three story tall bonfire.



I got to do it back in 2007, though it appears I won't have another chance.
















Oh well, such is life.






Take Care Guys

Molly : )

Changes

A big weight got lifted this week, and I feel a whole hell of a lot better because of it.

Ever since April I have been pretty stressed out because I didn't have a plan for past December, and the end of the world could have happened then and I wouldn't have cared because I frankly I couldn't see where my life was heading, or if it was in a remotely good direction. I have a direction, and gainful employment, and a future that unfortunately involves several more years in a state I'm most thoroughly sick of. For now, it is the right place to stay, so I'll grind my teeth and continue on. I'm not settling here, and the type of jobs I want when I am done are not here, or where I am from originally.

I made some pretty nasty mistakes, and it would be unfair to blame anyone but myself for what happened.

In the meantime I am in the process of finishing. I am writing my thesis, which so far has been going at lightning speed, though it will be slowing down this week since I am starting the introduction and conclusion. I have decided to be done by Halloween, and frankly I don't see a reason why that can't happen. Mostly it is a battle in terms of sitting down and actually writing down words. The internet obviously cannot be up if I ever hope of actually writing.

In parallel, it appears that I need to start nailing down the details of my wedding. My mom and I had a "gentleman's" agreement to not talk about it until a month after my sister's wedding. I wanted to give her a break, and she seemed exhausted as stressed out when I left. But a month to the day she calls and I have a list of things to do, like getting engagement photos, wheedling information from the venue, asking my friends to be bridesmaids, and hotel stuff.

There are some things about this process that don't make much sense to me, like, does the color of my invitations really have to match the color of my wedding? Blegh, whatever. I have excluded the dear sweet lovable one from the process, because whatever he likes, she doesn't. And the one thing they agree on is probably not going to happen. So, I need to decide things, and it may be that the more things I decide, the more things there will be left to decide. I'm not sure.

It was very strange going to knit night and feeling that I had the most accomplished finished object, and I had completely reconfigured a pattern to suit the needs of the project. I started to stalk off in the direction of design. I changed the lace pattern to cables, and then I had to increase the size of the chart, which also increased the stretchiness of the fabric, just so it would fit just right. Is that the point of having a blog about knitting? Certainly there isn't a very big audience for how you made something among friends and family. Most of them don't care about the how, and they certainly don't love you enough to listen to all you have to say about it. On the other hand your knitting group loves to hear the details, but they only meet so often. But with Ravelry, you find a big huge varied group of people who do care, and will crash servers, and compliment and comment on your cool ideas. On the flip side any internet community gets you geared up to try to be the very best. I've felt I could get published when I was in a writing group, or that I could win in that MMRPG, or I could sell my fractal art. Am I just getting carried away again? Am I actually any good at this, or do I have unrealistic goals?

On the fractal front I've made 2 seriously cool ones.

It is interesting how adding constraints can actually make me more creative. It is in fighting against the limitations that some interesting results can pop out. It is the 100th apophysis challenge this week, and though I have not participated in them all, I'm really glad I did this week, because I think I can mine some interesting images by using bipolar as a basis, even with all of my usual tricks.

Progress Bars

I have learned something new today, and I have managed to add a CSS to the blog to post my ravelry progress bar. Hurrah! I can code, but I never learned HTML.


So now you can see the majesty which is my monogamous knitting with the freaking sweater, subject to how often I get around to actually updating my totals.

I could take a picture of how it is now, which is nearly done, but here is what is was last week.

For some reason the sleeves are in a more red-headed-stepchild color than the body, so hopefully it is less obvious when I am wearing it.

I may need to do some extensive ripping if it turns out that the bust is too low, this would be the situation where the buttons are all below boob level. Until I at least get to the 3 needle bind off on the shoulder it will be hard to tell.

In fractal news:

Pretty cool huh? I've rendered a lot more than this, but these are my faves for the week. The bottom one was for a fractal contest, the middle one is for this week's apophysis challenge, and the top one was a side effect of figuring out how to make crazy fractals from the bottom one.

Take care guys : )

Molly : )

Clear again

I finished my paper, hurrah!

Today was a good day, I started seriously working on my thesis, which is weighing in at 62 pages of content plus fluff, and I printed out a copy of my journal paper, carried it over to the coffee shop, and had a vanilla Spanish latte while I figured out how to iron out the awkward sections of my writing.

Mind you it was a 11-12 hour day, but it was good work, which doesn't happen as often as I would like.

I'm in the process of making crab rangoons for myself. Sushi would be better, but I am going to wait until the paper is submitted before getting to that step. The recipe is really simple, and I doubled the cream cheese, because I estimated I needed 2 packs instead of 1 at the store.

Crab Rangoons
1/2 c. minced onion (sweeter the better)
1/2 c. minced cabbage (an underrated ingredient)
8 oz crab meat (I used claw because it was cheaper)
8 oz cream cheese (or double, whatever Chinese restaurants normally only include cream cheese)
A package of wonton skins (not worth making from scratch)
3 c cooking oil

Mix the first 4 ingredients together until well blended, place a teaspoon of the mixture on the center of a wonton skin. I sprinkle a little salt and pepper at this point. Moisten the inside edges of the wonton skin with water, then fold in half and seal. I make 5-6 before beginning to fry and eat.


Prep a plate with some paper towel to hold the cook rangoons. Heat the oil to 400 degrees, deep fry 3 at a time until golden brown. As they turn the right color put them on the plate to drain. They are best right out of the pan.

I guess I'll talk about fractals and knitting some other time. A lot has happened since the last 2 posts.

Molly : )

Slowly pushing forward

My motivation has been pretty low lately.

I really wish I could find the magic that can bring it back, if only because there is so much to get done, and very little actually getting done.

I have been throwing myself at an engineering problem since December 31st, and I have been unsatisfied with the answers that I have been getting. For those who aren't acquainted with how graduate school works, there are no easy answers, straight-forward problems, or clear paths. In undergrad you are given a problem set, you solve the problems with the equations you learned that week, and then you check your answers with your friends. In grad school, you are given a problem, you derive an equation to solve it, and then you run experiments to check and see if it worked. If it doesn't work, your experiment or your equation is wrong, and you chase your tail trying to figure out which is your problem or if both are incorrect. Don't get me wrong, the skill you learned in undergrad will help you, but there is a whole new level of skills you need to reach the next level. At some point, if you ever want to make it as a researcher, you have to be able to transcend getting stuck. From what I heard it changes your life. It isn't something that happens when you are a master's student, the problems aren't hard enough. But in order to get a PhD, you are going to get stuck, because it is hard, so hard it was impossible before you got put on the problem, and you need to cut through all of the crap and distractions and find an answer of blinding correctness, or irrefutably prove it is completely impossible.

I consider myself a finisher. I am satisfied when threads are read, knitting projects completed, books written, gas tanks filled, fractals rendered, and code compiled. I get stressed out when there are too many things going on at once. I don't like reading several books at once, or having 2 knitting projects going on at the same time, or having more yarn than I have plan to use. But ironically it seems like the moment I sit down to work I have 3 different programs running at once, and some sort of audio based distraction. I am trying to cultivate some sort of half in half out state of attention, for something that requires every single drop I've got.

As a result I have never been so frustrated as I have been on my project, so close to being finished, yet horribly terribly unfinished. I try finishing everything but this. For a long time I had to constantly finish other things, because most of my life revolved around something that was unfinished. But now, knowing I am squirming against deadlines and expectations, I can't sit down and do what needs to be done.

I have run into a contradiction between my model and my experiment. So while I have written about both, when I have to combine the results, I am completely paralyzed. I try looking at the model in new ways to find a different way of expressing it, but the answers I get still don't make sense in the context of my experiment, which I know is flawed, but serviceable. The fact that it is flawed is actually why I knew I needed a more complicated model in the first place. The trap itself is ingenious. I am completely devoid of conclusions, so I bounce between all of my data, and then I try to think about any other possible thing than the problem at hand. Writing this blog post now is how I am trying to simultaneously work and not work at the same time. At least doing it this way reminds me that there is a reason I sacrificed a heavenly Saturday afternoon, rather than wandering my usual haunts on the internet. Perhaps it is a painful reminder. I haven't failed yet, though it feels like failure is a distinct possibility.

I know there is so much worth looking forward to, and so much to be happy about right now. I know my current perspective is frankly way out of perspective. Finish it and be free, just a few impossible steps are required first.