House, work, acro, books. You know, life.
Jul. 24th, 2011 03:04 pm1)
heisenbug and I met with the new owner/neighbors on the first floor, and we like them. They're demographically compatible and nice. They have two cats and immediately struck a "we'll feed your cats when you're gone, you feed our cats when we're gone" deal: perfect. They seem to have a similar take on the house and what should be done to it (or not), and that's about as good as it gets. Now we just see who's renting out the second floor for the year. Looking forward to full owner occupancy, but having even one more owner in the house is fantastic.
2) It's been a rough week for morale at Zillian, with various shakeups, midstream changes of direction, and upsetting news coming down from on high. (What else is new?) The turndown of Google Labs seems to be the only thing that went public, and I got a lot of secondhand angst from that because I work closely with some of the creators of Google Body (which is on Labs). It was not, however, the worst thing, and so I lost some time to disgruntlement. (The trading window also opened with the stock way up, so there you have the usual tradeoff -- the stock sale paid for my cat's radioactivity and my necklace.)
3) On the way-up side, I had a pretty amazing acro practice yesterday. I was invited to practice with an acromarried (but not entirely exclusive) duo, and we all worked on a hard hard flow that really needs a spotter. It was a dumbed-way-down version of this flow, Vive La Revolution, for those who like to watch such things.
I did a few things I had never done before, which is always my idea of thrilling:
We also played around with presses on my yoga lift. I hadn't tried in ages, but was able to pike right up with it elevated 3 yoga blocks high.... Toledo's workouts actually doing some good, perhaps!
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heisenbug is leaving for Zurich today, for work. Bleh! I've just recovered from my week without a kitty, and now here's a week without a bug. I protest.
5) I read wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, and I liked it. It was beautifully and quirkily written, maybe a smidge pretentious, rather what you'd expect to get if Francesca Lia Block were to set her mind on writing an anorexia story. ( Cut just in case my rambles are triggering )
2) It's been a rough week for morale at Zillian, with various shakeups, midstream changes of direction, and upsetting news coming down from on high. (What else is new?) The turndown of Google Labs seems to be the only thing that went public, and I got a lot of secondhand angst from that because I work closely with some of the creators of Google Body (which is on Labs). It was not, however, the worst thing, and so I lost some time to disgruntlement. (The trading window also opened with the stock way up, so there you have the usual tradeoff -- the stock sale paid for my cat's radioactivity and my necklace.)
3) On the way-up side, I had a pretty amazing acro practice yesterday. I was invited to practice with an acromarried (but not entirely exclusive) duo, and we all worked on a hard hard flow that really needs a spotter. It was a dumbed-way-down version of this flow, Vive La Revolution, for those who like to watch such things.
I did a few things I had never done before, which is always my idea of thrilling:
- "Montreal navasana": REALLY TIGHT navasana, full pike, on base's feet. I managed to touch my boobs to my legs -- it must have looked great. (See 1:39 of video)
- Floating camel to reverse bow (see 1:50 to 2:05 of video -- it's scary)
- Transition down from reverse star to one-armed mayurasana on a leg (See 2:14 to 2:24, but I was not that graceful or quick)
- Based the Pequod counterbalance (3:32)
- Entrance to star through jumping backbend. Yay, I always wanted to try that, and success on the first try was way validating.
We also played around with presses on my yoga lift. I hadn't tried in ages, but was able to pike right up with it elevated 3 yoga blocks high.... Toledo's workouts actually doing some good, perhaps!
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5) I read wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, and I liked it. It was beautifully and quirkily written, maybe a smidge pretentious, rather what you'd expect to get if Francesca Lia Block were to set her mind on writing an anorexia story. ( Cut just in case my rambles are triggering )