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The sweater for Darling Son is about to be taken off the needles; I finished the underarm gussets and just have to graft the second one.  Good thing I finished it, too.  He will wear it through this year, but I don't know if he will fit it for two years.  I'm betting not, given how much he grows.  Socks for Spouse are about half way done, so I'll have to cast on Darling Daughter's leg warmers.  Yes, leg warmers.  So very 80s of her, but she "really, really wants them, mommy", and they are less than half as much work as socks, being just tubes, so that should go fast.

Writing for the Project Wot I Am Not Doing is...going.  It is going in fits and starts and is taking a very strange shape.  Part of the problem is that I am not done with the research, but I just need to get some of it down on paper, so I decided to forge ahead, never mind that I'll have to do some major revision work.  I had to get some stuff on paper that will never make the final cut--what ever that means--but the mental purge feels right and necessary.  Then maybe I can get my head refocused for the rest of the research that I think needs to happen.  I don't know for sure if it does, I might know better after I get some of it down.  Then again, maybe I won't.  This Not A Project is being quite frustrating. 

My love of rugby continues, even if I don't talk about--I truth, I'm watching too much to have time to talk about it. 

And that's all for now, back to annual reports and the Not A Project (and the annual report is more fun right now, which says all that needs to be said about the Not A Project, really).

I can't remember if I ever said anything about helping someone who was writing his master's thesis about the differences between the US and the EU with respect to "religious freedom".  He and I had a grand old discussion on Islam, the varieties of democracy in the world, the legal and etymological difference between the words/phrases "right" or "right to" and "free/dom" and "free/dom from", and how all of these things are so different than what he was taught growing up in his home nation (Saudi Arabia).  This may have been two fall semesters ago, now.  I remember him because I thought his topic interesting and also that he seemed grateful that I was helpful.  He only ever gave me his first name, but I can never remember names anyway.  His face, I remember; his topic, I remember.  His name?  I had forgotten it by the end of the conversation and couldn't have told you two minutes after he told me that it was.  His thesis showed up in the library today with the others from the year and I recognized the topic and pulled it aside to read.  His surname is the same as that of the world's most wanted terrorist except you have to take out the space and capitalization of the second part.

Huh.  Life is interesting--and so is his thesis.

I think I have this tweaked, and most of the friends done, but communities remain to be done, and I don't know what to do about rss feeds from the outside.

*sigh* I can't wait until something like fan archive is available.