Boring personal updates
Mar. 19th, 2005 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagon* I've had a tough time finding privacy enough to do the vocal exercises I learned last week. The book recommends doing them in the shower every morning (you're getting the rest of you ready for presentation, why not your voice at the same time?) and that worked very nicely on Monday, but it woke up HLM and of course I found that embarrassing in retrospect. It's amazing how infrequently I seem to be in a place where nobody can hear me enough to worry about.
* Equally elusive is a workout schedule that will allow me 2 (decent) days of weightlifting and 4 days of (not agonizing) yoga per week. I think I've figured one out now... I just hope it works. My last five days have been yoga, yoga, yoga, upper body lifting, yoga, and you would not believe how crappy that upper body session was. When I went to do my pullups I became sure someone had filled my ribcage with rocks. Who put them in there and how do I get them out!? This is not to say I'm sorry about the choices though. Yoga feels good in a way I find very hard to articulate except to say my body's not feeling like the enemy anymore. It's working with me, and if there's lots of room for growth, well... that's freedom. Clear blue skies. The opposite of claustrophobia.
* I spent $5 today discovering a cafe that, though it is only 2 doors down from the yoga studio, has an almost redneck vibe and seems to attract all the middle-aged fundie cowboy-hat-wearin' Somerville residents you could ever hope not to meet. Too bad, it was shaping up to be a nice fantasy tradition for me to go in there after the 12:00 yoga class each Saturday, but what really happened is that the regulars looked at me funny and I sat in the corner thinking this is not my place, this is so very not my place until I could leave in a dignified fashion. This city spoils me so badly, I'd forgotten what it's like to really not feel at home. It was... interesting.
* Everyone's talk of writing, combined with resending my own story out last week, has gotten me thinking a bit more about the topic myself. HLM and I spent some time last night brainstorming for a story idea I've had half-formed in my head for a few years. I even wrote a short scene last weekend which is now in search of a story (though probably not that story). And three haiku at work about the project I'm working on, just to make people laugh. All of it felt good. Writing's easier than drawing, so if I'm looking for some creative space in my life aside from working out, it would be a good choice. I should remember that.
* This week at work was brutally enervating (and I'm glad I looked that up at dictionary.com, because I really thought it had two n's until just now). I spent all week trying to get people to agree on a technical design so I could finish writing a spec, and let me tell you, I work with some stubborn and persuasive people. Around Thursday I lost all vestiges of a responsible engineering attitude and was begging for agreement on some design, any design... luckily others were bearing the standard by then and the design we settled on is one I think is good. So, fine. We can start coding now, and not a moment too soon for me.
* Another sign of spring: my cat Nala's fur feels rough and dry. I think she's shedding her winter coat. :)
(And for those who know me and are wondering if I got a new cat, no, I just decided that S. needed an LJ name... so she will be Nala from now on.)
* It's weird how this weekend sneaked up on me. Creepsy tricksy weekend, what will I do with you?
* Equally elusive is a workout schedule that will allow me 2 (decent) days of weightlifting and 4 days of (not agonizing) yoga per week. I think I've figured one out now... I just hope it works. My last five days have been yoga, yoga, yoga, upper body lifting, yoga, and you would not believe how crappy that upper body session was. When I went to do my pullups I became sure someone had filled my ribcage with rocks. Who put them in there and how do I get them out!? This is not to say I'm sorry about the choices though. Yoga feels good in a way I find very hard to articulate except to say my body's not feeling like the enemy anymore. It's working with me, and if there's lots of room for growth, well... that's freedom. Clear blue skies. The opposite of claustrophobia.
* I spent $5 today discovering a cafe that, though it is only 2 doors down from the yoga studio, has an almost redneck vibe and seems to attract all the middle-aged fundie cowboy-hat-wearin' Somerville residents you could ever hope not to meet. Too bad, it was shaping up to be a nice fantasy tradition for me to go in there after the 12:00 yoga class each Saturday, but what really happened is that the regulars looked at me funny and I sat in the corner thinking this is not my place, this is so very not my place until I could leave in a dignified fashion. This city spoils me so badly, I'd forgotten what it's like to really not feel at home. It was... interesting.
* Everyone's talk of writing, combined with resending my own story out last week, has gotten me thinking a bit more about the topic myself. HLM and I spent some time last night brainstorming for a story idea I've had half-formed in my head for a few years. I even wrote a short scene last weekend which is now in search of a story (though probably not that story). And three haiku at work about the project I'm working on, just to make people laugh. All of it felt good. Writing's easier than drawing, so if I'm looking for some creative space in my life aside from working out, it would be a good choice. I should remember that.
* This week at work was brutally enervating (and I'm glad I looked that up at dictionary.com, because I really thought it had two n's until just now). I spent all week trying to get people to agree on a technical design so I could finish writing a spec, and let me tell you, I work with some stubborn and persuasive people. Around Thursday I lost all vestiges of a responsible engineering attitude and was begging for agreement on some design, any design... luckily others were bearing the standard by then and the design we settled on is one I think is good. So, fine. We can start coding now, and not a moment too soon for me.
* Another sign of spring: my cat Nala's fur feels rough and dry. I think she's shedding her winter coat. :)
(And for those who know me and are wondering if I got a new cat, no, I just decided that S. needed an LJ name... so she will be Nala from now on.)
* It's weird how this weekend sneaked up on me. Creepsy tricksy weekend, what will I do with you?
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Date: 2005-03-21 05:39 am (UTC)There are fundies in cowboy hats in Somerville? Who knew!?
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Date: 2005-03-21 07:01 am (UTC)That cafe is a weird, weird place. I advise avoidance. But you should be safe, in Southie... :)