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flexagonAfter a mere 1.5 days with no particular worries, I feel impossibly better. When I see how little it takes, sometimes, it seems sad that I don't always manage it. But, no matter, I'm managing it now.
Yesterday was all about TKD and then kayaking/dinner with L-dawg and J-dawg, supposedly in late celebration of my birthday. I took right to the kayak, not in a superstar way but at least in an "already got the core body strength required" way, and HLM did well too. I did flip over once but was able to keep calm and get out just the way J-dawg told me to, and after I got over the annoyance of having messed up I was kind of happy about that. So, that was nice and fun and peaceful and adventurous, and I got to talk with L-dawg about the job she got (and will probably take) in Seattle. After that, and post-dinner, we found ourselves right outside The Construction Site--way cool! We were dragged in by the tractor beam of its coolness. And then we came home. :)
Today I haven't done much except finish my book, buy a little skirt at the Gap and work out. Total mind over matter there on the squats--on every set I thought I was going to fail, and I messed up my math and did one set at too heavy a weight, and somehow I got all the way through anyway. Btw, fitness theorists... both times now that I've gotten all the way through my squats at this weight level were days I did my upper body first. And no, that doesn't make sense to me either.
I finished another nonfiction book I feel compelled to discuss here, True Notebooks by Mark Salzman. It's a memoir by a guy who teaches a writing class to young inmates in prison, which interested me in the first place because my coworker DS does weekly tutoring at a prison near here. A lot of the boys' writings are really touching (and have definitely got me practicing my gangsta talk, at least to the extent of this subject line and calling my cat "my little homie"). I was thinking about the whole gang thing too... it's sheer stupidity, all right, but if any group at all had been willing to accept me and watch my back when I was a teenager...? I'd've quite possibly been in. And if I'd had the chance to make money selling drugs, I'd definitely have been in, for a while. I may have hated my childhood, but I also know I was protected from some aspects of myself. I read these kids' accounts and think There but for the grace of random chance go I. And I also wonder about the tutoring-in-prison thing. I was thinking about it already... DS finds it fulfilling, and I haven't done teaching of any sort for quite a while. Tutoring math and science, or English, might be really neat. Which is not to say I have time to indulge these thoughts at the moment, but I guess I can think them. Before I leave my job I may ask DS a little more about where he goes, how scary it is, what he teaches, and so forth.
On another note, if this theory about Harry Potter is true... wow. Some people are way too clever, way too impatient and have way too much time on their hands. But I have to wonder if they're right. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
savage_rose for the link. And there are lots more arguments about it here if you want to read some arguing.
Yesterday was all about TKD and then kayaking/dinner with L-dawg and J-dawg, supposedly in late celebration of my birthday. I took right to the kayak, not in a superstar way but at least in an "already got the core body strength required" way, and HLM did well too. I did flip over once but was able to keep calm and get out just the way J-dawg told me to, and after I got over the annoyance of having messed up I was kind of happy about that. So, that was nice and fun and peaceful and adventurous, and I got to talk with L-dawg about the job she got (and will probably take) in Seattle. After that, and post-dinner, we found ourselves right outside The Construction Site--way cool! We were dragged in by the tractor beam of its coolness. And then we came home. :)
Today I haven't done much except finish my book, buy a little skirt at the Gap and work out. Total mind over matter there on the squats--on every set I thought I was going to fail, and I messed up my math and did one set at too heavy a weight, and somehow I got all the way through anyway. Btw, fitness theorists... both times now that I've gotten all the way through my squats at this weight level were days I did my upper body first. And no, that doesn't make sense to me either.
I finished another nonfiction book I feel compelled to discuss here, True Notebooks by Mark Salzman. It's a memoir by a guy who teaches a writing class to young inmates in prison, which interested me in the first place because my coworker DS does weekly tutoring at a prison near here. A lot of the boys' writings are really touching (and have definitely got me practicing my gangsta talk, at least to the extent of this subject line and calling my cat "my little homie"). I was thinking about the whole gang thing too... it's sheer stupidity, all right, but if any group at all had been willing to accept me and watch my back when I was a teenager...? I'd've quite possibly been in. And if I'd had the chance to make money selling drugs, I'd definitely have been in, for a while. I may have hated my childhood, but I also know I was protected from some aspects of myself. I read these kids' accounts and think There but for the grace of random chance go I. And I also wonder about the tutoring-in-prison thing. I was thinking about it already... DS finds it fulfilling, and I haven't done teaching of any sort for quite a while. Tutoring math and science, or English, might be really neat. Which is not to say I have time to indulge these thoughts at the moment, but I guess I can think them. Before I leave my job I may ask DS a little more about where he goes, how scary it is, what he teaches, and so forth.
On another note, if this theory about Harry Potter is true... wow. Some people are way too clever, way too impatient and have way too much time on their hands. But I have to wonder if they're right. Thanks to
savage_rose for the link. And there are lots more arguments about it here if you want to read some arguing.
