Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.
BFF calls and asks me if I want to go to theater with her; we go
Home, din, z
Worka with Spouse, who is polite and friendly
Pick up DB#1, who is making window treatments etc for the library in father's house; we do the swatch/color etc thing for a while, make some decisions
Take her home
Wine after group class with DB#4
The reviewer dude on NPR thought that Cloud Atlas was ambitious and mostly successful, but there was something about his review that made me stay away last weekend. Sounds like you disagree. Hmm. Must ponder.
wed ....wake up happy as can be...taught interval to a small crowd ...thinking some election hangovers going on there...change litter boxes, clean car, take car for oil change and power steering fluid (pre-osb), tan....long chat with dance acquaintance with whom I do not often chat....get told by another acquaintance that I voted for Hitler...avoid the temptation to even bother to speak to that....exhausted, take a quick late nap..dh comes home from company dinner and he is sore because he just started working out...lol...this warms my heart as he asks for...wait for it....my bengay....for which he usually has nothing but scorn...I teach him how to stretch various muscles, I massage a handful of bengay into his...uh....right glut....I make him take two advil and a bottle of water...all this and I knew his trivia question about who has won two different Nobel prizes...I am a good wife ...watching Rachel Maddow ...good night
To quote Bob Marley. So much things to say. lol.
Never have understood why some people think that their way of voting is THE RIGHT WAY ( all caps intentional.) Isn't the right way to vote anyway you think best, based on what you know? That's pretty much what the country was founded on, n'est-ce pas?
Re: Your DH's ... uh .. bum. Did you find that pressure/release point in the middle upper glut area? Oh my gosh. My massage therapist and I have an excruciatingly painful good time, getting that muscle, whatever it is, to release. When it does, wow. Mild soreness after, but the pain is gone. And oh btw, big yay on your DH's tacit admission that Bengay is golden. That is funny.
Too tired now to post my yesterday. Will check in later, after I have a nap. G'night aka early morning.
9, 9:20, 9:40--ENG 1101 appts.
10:20--GLC. Some announcements about registration and individual appts on research papers.
Then Michelle Tea's Without a Net: The Female Experience of Growing Up Working Class. Discuss Frances Varian's "Getting Out." We had hoped to discuss Nikki Levine's "My Mother Was a Whore" as well, but didn't get that far.
Lunch and prep.
12:40--Victorian Literature. Jude the Obscure.
2:15--ENG 1101 appt.
3--Pick up Child.
Help Child get the forms filled out for her creative writing competition entry. We give the story a final proofread. Mail it at the post office. (I could just mail the sucker from my house, but there's something that feels more official about mailing an important submission, proposal, or application at the post office.)
Read with Child.
6:30--Leave for dance.
7-8--Child does ballet. I write in diary.
Soooo tired. Put Child to bed and force self to put away some laundry before going to bed myself.
profoundly disagree. among the best I've seen in years.
regarding dh's bum...um yes...if there is one thing that I have learned to do quite well over the years, it is how to treat a sore muscle....and of course...it was also my pleasure
I definitely will see it.
*giggle* You go, girl.
I saw Cloud Atlas its opening weekend Since I haven't read the book (it's on order from the library), I found the movie a little hard to follow since the storylines jumped around alot. My favorite storyline was the futuristic Neo Seol one. I was also wondering the point of one of the storylines - the one with the composer of the Cloud Atlas symphony. I don't want to give away any spoilers, but I couldn't figure out why the composer did what he did. Maybe something got lost in translation from the book. I also thought the movie was a little long.
The makeup artists did a great with actors among the different storylines. If you see the movie, stay for the credits where they show all of the different character transformations for each actor.
That's my 2 cents worth. I'm thinking of seeing the new James Bond movie this weekend, and I'm definately looking forward to Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part II opening next week. If you haven't figured this out already, I really like going to the movies.
Which is part of what I liked so much about it. I also had not read the book, and I doubt that I now will.
Part of the reason I don't want to read the book is that there are several differences. I don't know if they amount to getting lost in translation (which was another movie I loved, btw). I liked the film so much that I would find those differences disturbing; I'd want to read the film, so to speak. However, from the synopses I read online, I was enchanted by Mitchell's writing style. Or styles, since that was part of the point of the book.
And I could not bear for it to end. Different strokes. It's definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but CCM will probably love it.
Oh, btw: there's a new Bond? Count me in. I heart Daniel's Bond. The best since Connery.
I have read Cloud Atlas (though quite awhile ago, so it's not fresh in my mind). Didn't like it as much as some critics did. Some of the story lines were interesting but to me, it sometimes felt like it was trying too hard to be stylistic inventive. (Or at least, this is what I think I remember feeling). I have also read Mitchell's more recent novel The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet. I liked that one somewhat more, but still had mixed feelings.
I will try to see the movie.
There is definitely a new Bond opening tomorrow, "Skyfall." I might take my Gender/Literature/Culture class to see it, as we read a Bond novel as part of the class, but trying to figure out the status of the services for the hearing impaired at our local movie theater. (As I've mentioned, one of my students is Deaf.)
Agree. His portrayal of Bond is gritty in a way that I like. I saw an ad for the new movie in which Daniel Craig says something like, "You have to remember that he kills people for a living." I think that's part of why I like him. Pierce Brosnan's Bond, for example, seemed to me like a playboy who happened to shoot people occasionally. Daniel Craig's Bond is a hired assassin that I happen to identify with. Craig seems to understand the whole antihero thing in a way that other Bonds didn't.
And there is only one Sean Connery. That is all.
I really shoulda posted my yesterday yesterday, because I forgot most of it.
Two days' worth.
DS informs me that he can't wear a certain pair of jeans to school anymore. They have a microscopic hole in one knee and that's against dress code. Okay. Whatever. Throw them away. (Too much trouble to keep track of holey jeans in the wash and I wouldn't give battered jeans away. So It is what it is.) After this interchange is done, I think to myself "How in the heck did I manage to raise such a law-abiding citizen? Please Lord. Please. Let him rebel now, when I can help mitigate the fallout. Later will be much worse."
Very, very quiet at work, until I find out that there's a training class starting Monday. Yay. I just did a class, so I should be fine ... except these folks are from another country and the product line-up in that country is completely different and totally unfamiliar to me ... and I have to teach it starting on Tuesday. Yay. Actually not being sarcastic this time. I love this type of challenge. Write lots of new training stuff. Yay.
Personal. Look self in eye and say, "What are you doing, chick?" [omit other stuff that I really don't want feedback on] Don't like answer to my question to self. [expletive. Use your imagination.]
Go to quintcareers. I used to love this site. Seems that, since I visited last, they got a clue that giving away actual information for free doesn't help their business. I find absolutely nothing useful, even though I read a bunch of articles (while at work. Aren't I brazen? lol)
Watch Piers Morgan and lose a bit of respect. The show today features Obama "breaking down" in front of his campaign supporters. Breaking News and so forth and so on. In the clip, Obama wipes away about three tears, when he's talking to his inner circle supporters about how much potential they have to create change. WTH!?!? THIS is breaking down? Seriously, Piers. I usually love your interviewing style, but don't fall for the ratings trap. Just do what you do. Report the story behind the news.
I do, however, like the idea that the POTUS might be an actual human being ... until the cynic in me asks what David Axelrod might have had to do with this "unscripted" moment. (You could see DA the whole time Obama was talking.) Seriously gotta stop watching so much political crap on TV. Not!!
Count boxtops. I have 167 for 3W, so far. Hmm.
Home. Treadmill. Dinner. TV. Zzz.
9:15--Meeting with Dean, a mom, her daughter/our student, another faculty member, and her learning disabilities office counselor about said student's academic standing.
10:30--Head over to college fitness center.
The funniest part was when, about 40 minutes in, an entire team of beefy young men suddenly invaded the cardio room. For some reason, this made me a little nervous and I started looking around to see if any of them were my students. A huge barrel-chested guy started running on one of the other treadmills, and his teammates were ribbing him: "Did you put in your weight?" "Yeah, I put in 155." Yeah right!!!! 255, maybe! Then 10 minutes later, they were gone to go lift weights downstairs.
Ran into at least 3 of my colleagues on my back across campus. It never fails that when you are at your sweatiest, you run into everyone you know.
Home. Shower, lunch.
Drive to Towson.
2-3:30--Double Nik lesson! Lots of technique and some new choreography! He's giving me an open paso! This means that I will eventually be able to compete open scholarship.
The funniest--and scariest--part was working on pivots in samba. Approximate recap:
NIK: "The problem with your pivots is that the human body has a natural desire to preserve itself. You feel like you are out of balance, so you strive to put your weight over your own feet. But there are three states of balance: in balance, out of balance, and off balance. Like this line we have in rumba where we stretch away from each other. If we let go, you probably couldn't hold that position yourself. But it's not a problem, because we're not going to let go. Same thing here. You need to allow yourself to be out of balance so that we counter each other's weight in these pivots."
What he said made so much sense--as is usually true--but it's kind of funny to think that my instinctive desire not to fall is an actual impediment. Turn off instinct--got it. I'll work on that.
6:10--VAG MON FUNDRAISER @ COLD STONE CREAMERY!
(We picked up some of my advisees on the way.)
I had the dark chocolate peppermint flavor with graham cracker pie crust mixed in and it was to die for. My husband had the peppermint delight sundae and it was even more to die for!
A little trick I've learned: Cold Stone (and many other ice cream places, for that matter) has a kids size, and they will not keep you from ordering it even if you are an adult. That way I can have ice cream without eating so much I will make myself sick.
7:15--Child and I headed up to Sears to check out the new treadmill we are thinking of buying. We've had our current one for ~9-10 years, and it has started having some difficulties. The new top-of-the-line Nordictrack is just about as sexy as a piece of exercise equipment can be.
It is the Nordictrack X9i. It has an Android screen so you can surf the web while you exercise. It also has an IFit thing where you can chart a workout route and have visuals as if you were jogging through Paris or London or the actual route of your next 5K. You can also--if you prefer crazy-intense workouts to longer ones--lift the incline up to 40%. There is a decline option too. I ran on it a little in the showroom, and the cushioning is amazing. The difference between this and running on pavement or even on my current treadmill is HUGE. We will probably go for it...because I really use the treadmill a lot, and my husband says he would use this one a lot more too.
Home. Surfed web. Read w/Child.
Went to bed on the earlier side, as I was beat!
CCM...gotta love youth...10 minutes of cardio and done...lolz
P...regarding POTUS "breakdown", dunno that prolly is a breakdown for him...and I think a sincere one...as he should be grateful and awed by how hard that team worked for him....my son worked the 2008 campaign and it is a grueling thankless loooooooooooooong process that can only be maintained by a extraordinary devotion and belief
in short; donor night at field museum and now a conference in Louisville....from there, I will have two days of lessons in indy then off to osb...so, will not be on much til...oh....around the 18th
Theater (so bad I fell asleep, in spite of having coffee just before it started)
why is that all I can remember?
Lunch at Indian restaurant
Get paid for my old car, do the paperwork
Go to studio, use some car money to pay for this bunch of lessons (I buy in groups of 10), leave ASAP b/c I'm so freaked out about the effing snow; it's getting dark, the roads are crappy, and I loathe driving in the snow and the dark (part of the reason I got off the road and left Spouse, to be truthful)
Halfway home, get call from Teach; did you leave something at the studio? OMG there was $4000 in that envelope and I LEFT IT? <headwall headwall headwall>
Get home and hunker in
I don't need to tell you guys how me and BR never mixed, and pivots never ever made sense to me. But Nik's explanation, and your problem, sound shockingly familiar to some things I encountered in AT. It's such a strange feeling to let go, and deliberately let yourself go out of balance...and it was even more strange once I realized that if I let go and let the out of balance happen (instead of fighting it), all of the scary part of it went away and it felt like I was completely in control again. Mind.blown.
I've never quite gotten the hang of Cold Stone Creamery. I don't get what the big deal is, or why people like it. Something about the concept just doesn't make sense to me. (Then again, it could be because I'm not much of a fan of ice cream. Heh.)
Ugh. Am still recovering from being up before 3am on Tuesday. Waking up is not easy, but I manage it.
Sleep like a baby on the train, until I get woken up so someone can sit in the middle seat next to me. Grumble. Things have gotten more difficult lately. There was one guy I'd sat next to for the past 8 years--he was quiet, rode all the way to the terminus, didn't smell, didn't snore, not strange, and sat in roughly the middle of the car. Perfect. But then he retired. :-( Thankfully, it seems I have a new train buddy. At the station, some guy I know from the train leans over and asks if I'll start sitting next to him, because he knows I just sit and sleep (like him) and ride all the way to the terminus (also like him). Funny, I'd considered sitting next to him for exactly that reason many times, but didn't want him to find it strange.
Go to work, stopping for oatmeal and additional DMD along the way. There is someone begging for change outside the cafe. I don't have cash (never do), but I offered to buy him something to eat or drink; he didn't want that. :/ Shrug. I also got myself a diet raspberry Snapple. Oh, the memories that brings back! I practically lived on raspberry and/or peach Snapple my freshman year of college. (Well, that and non-DMD, pasta, and rice krispy treats.)
Get in to work to find a request for data from 25 years ago. Spend six hours finding the data and then trying to make sense of the old documentation. All kinds of stuff is there, but most of it is pretty cryptic. Also all of the documentation is in .pdf format, which means that I'll have to be doing a TON of retyping to write the programs and provide usable documentation. My branch chief spends about an hour with me in my khuube, explaining the various bits and pieces about how things fit together (he was the analyst on the projects at the time), and other whatnot. Very enjoyable. After six hours, customer emails back to say never mind. When he actually looked through their files, he found the exact same data as what he was looking for; our division provided it the last time he asked, in 2002. *head desk*
Spend the rest of the day writing programs for this old data anyhow. I want to take care of things while it's fresh in my mind, and I don't want to be caught in this situation again. Besides, I don't really feel like going back to my usual projects. This is my version of procrastinating. Also, this is all population data. It has its problems, but being able to build something of a comprehensive (if limited in depth) dataset going back 25 years is...tempting. The dork in me starts pondering all of the possibilities while I happily while away the rest of the afternoon in my khuube writing SAS programs.
Home. Pizza. Movie. Z. Until 3:30.
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