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Tonight's acrobalance was a bit discouraging. Z-dawg said I wasn't really built for handstand presses, and that I'm close but I'm in "a bad place" where I need either a more flexible straddle or else enough brawniness to muscle through a planche on the way up. Of course the details are all true, but sigh... am I really in such a bad place? :-( I felt good about the press he spotted me through, until he said all that.
Various upheavals are in progress, most especially a shakeup at work that is still underspecified but is likely to be good for my team and is likely to amount to a smackdown of someone two levels up and one over from me -- someone who's been a problem for a long time. People around me managed to act somewhat surprised and worried, which I can only look at with dull astonishment -- Zillian is a capricious place where big things happen overnight semi-regularly. If folks, and I'm talking about folks who have worked there as long as I have, haven't internalized that yet and are still freaking out about even the mostly-good changes, they might be beyond help.
On the up side, I got to listen to Tori Amos' new album Midwinter Graces today. Pretty. I still like a lot of the original songs better, but she changes a lot of the more religious lyrics in ways that are quite interesting and still pretty.
What child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the king,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
This is winter's gift
This is what begins
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
born is the king of Israel
born this day anew.
Various upheavals are in progress, most especially a shakeup at work that is still underspecified but is likely to be good for my team and is likely to amount to a smackdown of someone two levels up and one over from me -- someone who's been a problem for a long time. People around me managed to act somewhat surprised and worried, which I can only look at with dull astonishment -- Zillian is a capricious place where big things happen overnight semi-regularly. If folks, and I'm talking about folks who have worked there as long as I have, haven't internalized that yet and are still freaking out about even the mostly-good changes, they might be beyond help.
On the up side, I got to listen to Tori Amos' new album Midwinter Graces today. Pretty. I still like a lot of the original songs better, but she changes a lot of the more religious lyrics in ways that are quite interesting and still pretty.
What child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
This is winter's gift
This is what begins
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
born this day anew.
