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Sometime late this week I encountered a really good lentil-and-rice food, mujadara, in one of the work cafes. There are a million recipes online but I think I'll try this one soon; it looks fairly plain, like the one I had. Something about it kind of hit my "people chow" button, by which I mean I can imagine it coming in giant 20lb bags labeled People Chow and that it would make for a pretty satisfying diet (compared to other 20lb bags of glop). It's also dairy-free, gluten-free and pareve. If I can make some as good as they had at Zillian, I'll try making up a batch and freezing portions for dinners.
It's been a good week for handstands. This Monday was my first time working totally solo in a planned, going-to-be-weekly way, and I basically did press exercises until dizzy and shaky (including pressing off my lowest surface yet, possibly in an ugly way). Wednesday in LCS class I succeeded in a new press drill, one where I lean my head into the wall and do a press handstand -- and which I repeated on Friday and again today, making it officially Not A Fluke. Today I went to see my secondary coach -- does he seriously not have a name yet? I shall call him Fine-J -- and got a bunch of positive feedback and a handful of new drills for the next few times.
And, sigh, I bought clothes. Partly because stuff is on sale at Nomads, including this gorgeous tank top that was totally worth it at full price, but also because things wear out, circus schools change their dress codes, and things start bugging me that didn't bug me before. I can win in the short term, but things don't stay okay. So in exchange for the two long-sleeve Nomads tops, I am ousting my last two green tops, both of which have burnout patterns that faded into teal/blue near the bottom and both of which are too busy and off-palette for me to enjoy wearing anymore. Good riddance. Green is, with the exception of one last T-shirt, dead -- long live blue, purple, gray and black.
It's been a good week for handstands. This Monday was my first time working totally solo in a planned, going-to-be-weekly way, and I basically did press exercises until dizzy and shaky (including pressing off my lowest surface yet, possibly in an ugly way). Wednesday in LCS class I succeeded in a new press drill, one where I lean my head into the wall and do a press handstand -- and which I repeated on Friday and again today, making it officially Not A Fluke. Today I went to see my secondary coach -- does he seriously not have a name yet? I shall call him Fine-J -- and got a bunch of positive feedback and a handful of new drills for the next few times.
And, sigh, I bought clothes. Partly because stuff is on sale at Nomads, including this gorgeous tank top that was totally worth it at full price, but also because things wear out, circus schools change their dress codes, and things start bugging me that didn't bug me before. I can win in the short term, but things don't stay okay. So in exchange for the two long-sleeve Nomads tops, I am ousting my last two green tops, both of which have burnout patterns that faded into teal/blue near the bottom and both of which are too busy and off-palette for me to enjoy wearing anymore. Good riddance. Green is, with the exception of one last T-shirt, dead -- long live blue, purple, gray and black.
