Dear Self

Dear Self:

Just a quick reminder to you:  Don't go riding without bike shorts or you'll rub your crotch raw. 


Love and Kisses,

Me

On Rabbits

So rabbit-style vibrators were featured on Sex and the City.  I missed it because I don't watch the show.  I wanted to like it, but never could get into it.  Thus, I don't know the context, but I do know that it's an honest-to-goodness sex meme now.


I don't remember how the Rabbit Vibrator came up yesterday, but it did, which reminded me of a long ago conversation:

K:  Are you threatened by vibrators?
Me: Well, I'm pro-orgasm.   So no, I guess not.

I'm still wondering if a question like that is me being evaluated for sexual compatibility.  If so, it didn't work.

But back to the present, I did get to use my hands as a model yesterday, which led me to this wonderful statement:

Me:  [staring at interlocking fingers] Of course, this isn't to scale.
MM:  We know.

Which also reminds me:

D: I'm bummed that I don't show up in your blog any more.

My new response, "You're not asking the right questions."

SSC 24

Short Shameful Confession:

I've just spend 2 and a half hours watching Youtube video of people lancing boils and draining abscesses. 

What the Fuck Did You Just Say?

"Freakin' Spics!"

That's what he said.

And as far as I know, everyone heard him say it.  And I'm the only one who seemed to react.  I couldn't even look him in the face for the next hour.  And I don't know if I can be around him any more.

UPDATE:
After stewing for the better part of a day, I finally just emailed him about it.  He apologized if I was offended but told me he felt that no words should be so sacred that it couldn't be said.

I told him that I had no idea what that meant.

The Look

On Monday, I did a plyometrics workout, and as of today, I'm still incredibly stiff and sore.  Last night at dance team practice, I saw myself in the mirror and realized that my "I'm stiff and sore from plyometrics" walk looks exactly like a "I took a crap in my pants" walk.

Unfortunate to figure that out after three days.

Coop!

Georgie Cooper died last week.

As saddened as I am to hear about her passing, I can't think of Georgie Cooper without seeing her bright smile and hearing her infectious laugh. It's strange to realize that though it's been over 20 years since I sat in her class, I continue to experience the lessons she taught me on a regular basis. She came up in a conversation with friends just last week as an example of a person who's enthusiasm made being around her a joyful experience. I can't begin to calculate the impact she's had on my life. I have tears in my eyes, but revisiting my memories of her incredible presence lightens my heart. Thanks Georgie, I promise I won't let you down!

Mrs. Cooper, a teacher I had in Junior High, touched me in a way that my own grandfather's death didn't.  I've actually spent a few minutes wracked with sobs.  I think Mrs. Cooper would have approve of the phrase "wracked with sobs."  Ah shit, start the waterworks again.

Goddamn Metafilter

Important Considerations

Things to keep in mind when visiting people in the hospital:

When you're about to cough, act like you're going to throw-up.

Is it just me, or does this picture remind anyone else of Beavis and Butt-head cartoon art?

(picture from the elevator of the UCI Medical Center back in late July).

pilgrimsteps really put me through my "hospial room theater" paces.  I managed to do short scenes portraying the body language resulting from various indignities that seem to pervade hospitals.

Bobby McGee's

Jonathan Stout and his Campus Five played Bobby McGee's this afternoon with no admission fee.  Wow.  I'd always heard the old-school Bal dancers did Bobby McGee's every other Sunday, but hadn't made it over.  D'oh!  It's 100 meters away from my apartment, has a free fruit and appitizer buffet, and pretty cool dancing.  I was told the crowd turned out because of the live band, but it's tough to go wrong with free food and dancing. :-)

After a couple hours, I ran home to grab my vitamin supplements and came back to see the jam session.  I recognized Nick Williams, Tip West, Jacob Wigger... ah geez, I wish I brought my camera to video everything.  Tracy tried to bully me into jumping out onto the jam.  Screw that!  I need some performance stuff before I'm willing to let it all hang out like that.  Introduced myself to Shaheed Qassim, who I chatted on the phone with a few months ago.  Really nice guy.  Watch him dance a bit too.  He has a lot of dynamism, which I'd really like to add to my dancing.  A lot.

The evening was a lot of fun as the pace of the music, the atmosphere, and the crowded floor pressured me to do mostly Balboa.  Now I'm far from an expert, but I think I've gotten a lot more solid lately.  Last Friday at Atomic, I was doing Bal with MichelleM, when I realized I didn't quite know what kind of footwork I was doing.  It wasn't standard Bal footwork, but some kind of sideways flaring of my feet.  It was in rhythm, but I couldn't figure it out.  Sometime after the fact (last night?  Today, even?), I realized I was doing a "fall off the log" without really putting any lean or motion into it.  Works just fine.  Dancing with MichelleM again, she remarks on it and I explain.  I try to put more motion into it, which works a bit better.  In retrospect, I see I can do a "fall onto the log" as well in this situation.  In fact, that was part of the choreography in the Bal/Shag routine.  Well, we never did that routine enough for me to anchor any of it into my social dancing.

What else am I doing?  Oh, sometimes out of cross-breaks, I'd throw in a tuck turn, then be at a loss as to how I could work that back to Bal.  Sometime in the last couple of weeks, I started doing the tuck-turn with Bal footwork, with a down-hold on four.  Now I'm confused as this make the 6 count tuck-turn into an 8 count move.  Oh, I'm making the 7-8 a spike-out.  Then the return is a Sioux into a come-around back to Bal.

Was going to go to Atomic for Swing and Soul Sunday, but just ran out of gas.  Food with some friends at Islands, than retreated to the Fortress of Solitude.

Cameo

Who would make a cameo in the movie about the current stage of your life?

Digital Clocks

The problem with a digital clock is that you can wake up in the 10am hour and with just the right things blocking the clock in just the right way, you can think you've woken up in the 7am hour.