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Another week spent mostly in the clamp of the corporate machine -- talking to people, nearly endlessly, about how to run the new org and how to translate our new mandate into terms that the existing teams will understand after 5-6 years of a different mandate. It's fascinating from the inside and, I'm sure, deathly boring from the outside, as arcane things tend to be. We've created a deeply abstract environment and it's just wild how we can trick ourselves into thinking it's important. I am very much counting down to next spring when I intend to pry myself away. But ugh, somehow this last thing came up with a guy at circus school who I know is struggling, and he warned me not to get comfortable thinking I can coast on savings if I leave. I felt guilty. For all I feel done with big tech, it has set me up pretty well in that one way. I just got awkward and said that the math says it will be okay, although who knows what fresh horrors the future will bring.
Anyway, work, which was tiring because it involved lots of talking to people I don't fully trust. The VP debate, in which Walz did not succeed in bringing lightness enough to laugh at lying liar JD Vance the way I was hoping to see. Stubbornly getting my handstand workouts done. Finding out that we'll have three pro-level handstand people from my area attending the retreat I'm going to in November, feeling pre-emptively embarrassed at my dumb amateur handstands even though they all know my level. Finishing the last of Tales From the Loop with the bug (husband), and starting to read No Time to Spare with him for our tiny little book club... oh, to write like le Guin.
An adventure: I finally expanded my NYT subscription to All Access and that gave me... yes... the real grownup crossword puzzle. Which I immediately flung myself into doing, even though maybe I don't need a new thing to do every day. Anyway, I came damn close to getting Friday's, and got about 50% of Saturday's, which is pretty good for a first week! My background in cryptics is giving me an edge on the more punny clues, although I'm still getting used to not knowing when an answer will consist of 2 or more words.
I also saw my first pair of barrel jeans out in the wild, while gift shopping in Harvard Square with the squirrel (boyfriend). They did it, folks -- they created jeans that don't look good on anyone. This amuses me, to be clear! It's healthy, fine and fun. Just also likely to be a quick fashion cycle, because those things make everyone look like they have rickets.
Today, in a spasm of self-care, I got my hair trimmed, and also hauled out the now-repaired sewing machine to finish altering the tank top I was working on when I broke it. And I went to circus open studio and ended up flying two hand-to-hands in lines with a friend of mine. It went better than either of us expected. He's in the process of breaking up with another friend, romantically, and you know the problem with that... if you break up in real life you break up in acro. Is he soon to be acro-single? He's a patient person, a fellow geek and I can read his tempo, which are all good things. Hmmmmm. Maybe.
Anyway, work, which was tiring because it involved lots of talking to people I don't fully trust. The VP debate, in which Walz did not succeed in bringing lightness enough to laugh at lying liar JD Vance the way I was hoping to see. Stubbornly getting my handstand workouts done. Finding out that we'll have three pro-level handstand people from my area attending the retreat I'm going to in November, feeling pre-emptively embarrassed at my dumb amateur handstands even though they all know my level. Finishing the last of Tales From the Loop with the bug (husband), and starting to read No Time to Spare with him for our tiny little book club... oh, to write like le Guin.
An adventure: I finally expanded my NYT subscription to All Access and that gave me... yes... the real grownup crossword puzzle. Which I immediately flung myself into doing, even though maybe I don't need a new thing to do every day. Anyway, I came damn close to getting Friday's, and got about 50% of Saturday's, which is pretty good for a first week! My background in cryptics is giving me an edge on the more punny clues, although I'm still getting used to not knowing when an answer will consist of 2 or more words.
I also saw my first pair of barrel jeans out in the wild, while gift shopping in Harvard Square with the squirrel (boyfriend). They did it, folks -- they created jeans that don't look good on anyone. This amuses me, to be clear! It's healthy, fine and fun. Just also likely to be a quick fashion cycle, because those things make everyone look like they have rickets.
Today, in a spasm of self-care, I got my hair trimmed, and also hauled out the now-repaired sewing machine to finish altering the tank top I was working on when I broke it. And I went to circus open studio and ended up flying two hand-to-hands in lines with a friend of mine. It went better than either of us expected. He's in the process of breaking up with another friend, romantically, and you know the problem with that... if you break up in real life you break up in acro. Is he soon to be acro-single? He's a patient person, a fellow geek and I can read his tempo, which are all good things. Hmmmmm. Maybe.
