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|Friday, March 7th, 2014|
|Please hold thumbs
I'm driving to Rock Springs, Wyoming today to do a wedding rehearsal this evening and a wedding tomorrow. It will evidently be snowing nearly all the way, and with Wyoming involved, that can mean no big deal or sudden blizzard. And I'm not in the practice I was in when I served there.
Please good-thought me.
|Thursday, March 6th, 2014|
Chun Woo was asking me this morning why anyone commits suicide. And why we have to have a word for it. "There are a lot of different reasons," I said.
|Wednesday, March 5th, 2014|
|Slow old person on ice
Things learned yesterday:
(1) While it is true that my skating is too terrible to furnish much of an aerobic workout, I should still not do a mini-aerobic stint earlier in the day before skating. Because the way I do that also exercises the legs, though not quite the same way, and the whole thing comes to Too Much.*
(2) As God is my witness and my support, some day I won't need to spend a whole rink circuit remembering what ice feels like. Maybe in a couple of weeks? Here's hoping.
(3) My body understands forward and backward swizzles. Unfortunately, my inner thigh muscles are not currently strong enough to allow me to do them at all well, especially forward. But that'll mend.
(4) Likewise, I think that my difficulties with upper body immobility are due to insufficient core strength in the bent-knee active-leg posture. Again, that'll come.
(5) My knees are doing great, with the increasingly strong stabilizer muscles really taking care of business.
(6) 11:00-1:00 open skate will be pretty uncrowded, but unfortunately from my point of view Replete With Kind Volunteer Coaches.** But if I persist they'll get used to me, as well as my gradually skating better.
* No injury, just a little too much. Making me rather unenthusiastic about tonight's skating lesson, which enthusiasm is already dinged by doing a Cub Scout meeting with Chun Woo before we go, and then being late.
** Because I have to spend time just remembering what ice feels like at first, I look really, really terrible when I'm first on the ice. I am
a terrible skater, but I start out looking considerably worse, probably in a kind of weird way. (I don't clutch the side, and I don't look at my feet, and I do move, not just marching.) And of course I look considerably better as I warm up to the ice and the posture. So the Kind Volunteer Coaches come at me Encouragingly with all sorts of advice I don't actually need, and then it looks as if I'm thriving under their tutelage
, so they get all that positive feedback. And I know they mean well and all, but it jsut gets up my nose.
|Nice article on "compassion baiting" from a Buddhist point of view
I was really interested in a compassion-centered perspective on this problem of privilege.* My approach to Buddhist practice emphasizes non-grasping above all, and I spend little time in Buddhist-as-such circles, so I hadn't run into this. And for me, non-grasping means not only not cherishing anger, but not cherishing being-a-non-angry-person. So I view and practice anger as information on how one feels about something, and-- sometimes-- something to express in a relevant way.
* I wish the article were clearer about the role of privilege as setting the rules on manners and the meaning of respect and what's legitimate discourse and so on. And the role of privilege in assuming The Seat of Judgment.
|Tuesday, March 4th, 2014|
|Monday, March 3rd, 2014|
When I slept, I dreamed of skating nearly the whole time. A pleasant dream of skating forward and enjoying the motion.
When I woke up to go to the loo, it took me quite a while to get back to sleep, mostly because I was feeling my stabilizer muscles
, for about six inches above and about four inches below the knees.
Skating should certainly help me develop extra-focused musculature to make up for my loss of patellar padding and springs. And clearly I'm working on it!
|Sunday, March 2nd, 2014|
|Slow old person on ice
So I didn't feel that I could leave Chun Woo during the week to go to the 11:00 - 1:00 public skates. And I was anticipating going last night, but Chun Woo asked me to stay with him. However, Sheeyun and I went for a brief skate this afternoon.
I couldn't quite work on what I wanted to work at, because while I will of course be an in-the-way pain in the neck most places, I try to minimize it. If I work on swizzles near the boards I'll be am obstruction to skaters as lousy as I am and lousier*, and if I move out to work on them I'll be in the way of better skaters. So a public skate with a wide, wide variety of skaters is not currently an easy place for me to practice things I've new to.
However, I skated and glided around the rink six times, two more than I did last Sunday. Sheeyun helped a lot with posture/edge observations and advice. I did a useful-to-me diagnostic that, currently, lack of specific skating leg strengths are my major obstacle (aside from hating being in the way). And I can live with that, working on getting the strength and confidence I'll need to move forward. I am slow, but I am persistent.
And after I got my skates off and shoes on, I watched a woman do S curves forward on two skates. Sheeyun is working on a power glide, and told me about it, and I said to myself, "That is the power glide on two skates! I bet I could do that."
Tuesday 11:00-1:00: As well as skating for leg exercise, posture and edge practice, see if I can do those S curves, practice swizzles if possible. Oh, and remember when I step on fresh ice that I've brought my own friction with me, on my edges, and make use of it!
* As skaters who stay near the boards go, I'm now probably at the bottom of the top class, in public skate periods loaded with terrified people. Congratulate me! I can pass people while allowing them the boards, and I never did clutch the boards and halt indefinitely.
|Saturday, March 1st, 2014|
Sheeyun told me this story about his male colleagues B., S., and G.
B. is the guy who found it so amusing that his wife went to a clothier three times to get him a suit, as the first two fits weren't what he wanted-- not surprising given that he did no go to try suits on. I find him staggeringly dislikable.
S. and G. are pretty close, though S. kind of envies G.'s more upper-crusty flair. Sheeyun hangs out with both of them more than with other colleagues: they play hockey together. S., I learned only as I heard this story, is a devout Roman Catholic.* I don't know what B. was doing there.
G. has been looking to get married to a woman for some years. One long-term relationship did not progress as expected to marriage-following cohabitation, but after a few months of cohabitation moved on to a break-up. Now he's seeing a young woman who recently moved to Denver from Chicago. As they are approaching the possibility of marriage, a difference of religion came up. G. is Anglican and his friend is Roman Catholic and with a devout* family. Apparently G. and his friend are converging on things like childraising (RC? Anglican? something else?-- and I'm not sure G. knows that a priest marrying them might choose to leverage the choice) after evidently starting fairly far apart.
G. was talking with Sheeyun, S. and B. about the wedding, which evidently is going to be performed by a Roman Catholic priest if it occurs-- could he receive communion? (No.)
At which point B. said, "Say, in my family we stole a communion wafer once and fed it to the dog, because he was sick, and he got better."
S. was very upset on doctrinal grounds, and said, "That is the body of Christ! Dogs do not have souls!"
"I know all that!" said B. "I was raised Roman Catholic. I went to Catholic school for twelve years."
"Well, who am I to judge?" said S., with generally uncharacteristic self-restraint. "Let's just move on."
* I don't know what "devout" means in either of these cases. "Devout" Roman Catholicism can come in a great many flavours, when it comes to any or all of culture, theology, and practice.
|Friday, February 28th, 2014|
|Sex and brains
Stupider with Monogamy
:( Substantial quote:Collapse )
Of course my many non-monogamous friends will be amused and pleased. :D
In addition: I hadn't heard before about the biological costliness of learning before, and it startles me. Perhaps there actually is a reason for human expenditure of effort and other resources in pursuit of not-noticing and of resisting-thought=and=learning.
|Wednesday, February 26th, 2014|
|Brave old person on ice
The first pair of skates hurt like WHOA. I am way far behind everyone else. The ice was fresh YIKES. We skate right across t, though widthwise.
The second pair of skates hurt like WHOA. I am way far behind everyone else, so I am just listening, doing what I can, and I'll work on catching up during the week when I haven't a sick child home.
The teacher is excellent: she gives instructions in a way I find immediately implementable: I have the faith to try and the body has the faith for it to work. I have now done a miniature backwards swizzle, as well as a forward one, and they worked. And I practiced bend-swivel bend-swivel, and understand a bit of what they're for.
I actually went backward!
I am very glad I went, and I am excited. :D
And now I am having pizza and beer before going to the conference with the chun man's teacher.
|Confession of a bad parent
Chun Woo came home from school Thursday ill, and has been out of school ever since. ( [Com]Plaints.Collapse )
P.S. Oh, I forgot to say that I also have cramps. Plus an impending skating class. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
|Sunday, February 23rd, 2014|
|How to Be Perfect, the Easy Way
I enjoyed my preaching gig at Georgetown a lot. They are small but apparently abnormally dedicated. For a church with a membership of 60 to have worship attendance of around thirty or to have a choir at all is remarkable. And the choir was small, but choir members' voices were good. And the choir director/pianist/organist is a really good musician it was a pleasure to work with.
I'm glad I began the sermon by telling them that the title was a joke, though! They clearly aren't used to hearing anything funny in service.
Scriptures read before the service were Leviticus 19: 1-18
and 1 Corinthians 3: 10-11, 16-23
. I read Matthew 5: 38-48 within the sermon.( Sermon text inside.Collapse )
|Not so much plummeting as sliding
This as the fourth time I have gone skating. 1. When I was 24, and zipped right off on the Rideau Canal, annoying my non-skating then-husband very much. 2. When I was 37, in Syracuse, when I was surprised that I didn't zip right off, but absorbed from Sheeyun the lore of trust your edges, and gradually began to understand it. 3. This last December, at a public rink, where I was too chicken to get out of reach of the wall, so I couldn't go around those even slower than I. That was kind of exhausting. 4. This afternoon, at the end of which I could go around people and was pretty much skating, though at a very beginning level.
I missed the first skating class this last Wednesday to go to the PTSO meeting, and really, really wanted to get in at least a little make-up before the coming one.
I forget sometimes that I'm actually unusually old to be learning to skate. And when I stepped onto the absolutely freshly Zambonied ice-- yikes! But I wound up going round four times, which is twice as much as I anticipated doing, and improved a lot. And after a bit, I noticed that by and large older new skaters were typically chickener than I was even as the outset. That makes me feel more bold than crippled. :D
|Friday, February 21st, 2014|
|Thursday, February 20th, 2014|
|In which I confess being a snob
Today I went to the once-a-month clergy lunch of our church in Boulder. We meet at a Chinese restaurant that has not been very good. Nor very bad: Americanized "Chinese." The past three months, it's been improved from my point of view with a changing "chef's special menu."
Our fearless leader brings his own chopsticks and chopstick rest.
Today I listened to him place his most frequent order, for Singapore noodles, but made with squid and shrimp rather than with pork, and with fried rice as well, and I heard him saying, in a characteristic tone, that "they'll do that." And I was feeling a little sour, and for the first time I thought, "I bet he thinks he sounds sophisticated." <-- snob action
I ordered something I hadn't seen there before: pho with rare steak and tendon. (The other options were rare steak, meatball, shrimp, and chicken. It turned out to be pretty good, though the broth was a bit overly salty for me.) Other people ordered other things.
There was a delay, after other dishes came, before mine was brought. And while I was putting it together, fearless leader looked and said, "Did I hear right, that there are tendons in that?" and so I said Yes. "Well," he said, "I think that might be a little exotic, even for me."
At least I don't feel satisfied or otherwise wonderful about being a snob. It makes me both rueful and sad. :(