My Own Prize

A couple of weeks ago I started out excited to participate in my first Ravellenic games. The concept is relatively simple: start a project during (or after) the Olympic opening ceremonies and compete it by the closing ceremonies. Awards are handed out in categories for those who finish within the time period.

I can normally knit a pair of plain socks in 2 weeks (barring other projects or major distractions). I decided to challenge myself and knit a pair of “Jaywalkers“.

I came close, but by closing ceremonies, I still had part of a foot and toe decrease to finish. I finally completed them Monday. Even though I didn’t get an award, I did get a prize:

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New socks for me!

#WeAreWinter

There’s something almost magical about the Winter Olympics, at least in my mind. These games generate a different reaction.  Maybe because as a country we tend to perform better (medal more frequently) in the winter games, or maybe it’s because “our” game is a winter game, or maybe it’s just because we all need a break in February, or maybe it’s just nice to have something to talk about besides the next storm headed our way.

I especially enjoy watching figure skating and curling (because I have some understanding of the sports).  I’m fascinated by other sports that I know nothing about but are entertaining to watch (speed skating, bob sleigh, luge) and will basically watch any sport that happens on the screen over the two week period.

This obsession with sport appeared to reach an apex this week with the women’s and men’s hockey finals. It’s been fun to watch status updates from people who are normally not sports fan (I would fall into that category) cheering on Canada.  It’s odd to say that a game was a national bonding moment, but really it was.  From bars opening early (with liquor laws changed to accommodate the early morning start) to traffic photos of no traffic on the 401 outside Toronto, it seemed everyone was watching “the game”

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We all have different opinions on so many things, but for one moment we all were on the same side.  Tomorrow, it’s back to the regular routine…at least for another 4 years.

A modern message in a bottle?

I read this article recently:

http://www.whoi.edu/oceanus/feature/bumpus

It’s about a literal message in a bottle that was found on Sable Island earlier this month.  What’s amazing about the find is that the bottle was originally released in 1956 as part of a research project to determine tidal currents.  The project was much different than research that would be done today (think recycled alcohol bottles) but produced some amazing results that are still being used today.

Living on the water, I was always fascinated by stories of messages in bottles that traveled across oceans to be found years later by someone far away.  I even set a few bottles out to sea myself, wondering if, and when, and who I’d hear back from.  I never did.

It occurs to me that in some ways, blogs and posts are a bit like a modern version of a message in a bottle: sent out into abyss, with no idea if, or when, or who may see it.