I have strange recollections of my dream: I live in Canada, which is divided into three regions: the West (controlled by Red Indians), the East (controlled by Black Africans), and the South (controlled by White Cowpokes). The Whites are gathered together with a a large circle of covered wagons pointing arse-end out. I am wearing a yellow gingham dress and a big Holly Hobby-style bonnet. The menfolk are discussing how we'll never survive--that wave after wave of Blacks and Reds are wiping us out. Oddly enough, the Whites are the native North Americans, and the Blacks and Reds are the European invasion.
I have no idea what inspired the wacky racialist dream. And where did all the Northerners go? Maybe to China or Saudi Arabia. No Yellow or Brown people were represented, after all. And considering I more or less identify myself as Inuit, I'm curious as to why I was such a whitebread honky in my dream. Ah well.
I finally made it to the gym today, and my quads are all aquiver. Kung fu is going to be quite the task. Christmas acts as an alchemist converting muscle into fat, and sweets are the philosopher's stone. Unfortunately, I can't think of any food which acts in the opposite direction, so it's extra gym time for me. I hope I'll be able to fit it into my work schedule. I don't think I'll be able to take yoga classes, and I'm worried my kung fu time is going to shrivel up due to incipient shift work.
I'm going back into retirement from figure modelling again. I modelled this afternoon, and I'll be doing it again on Thursday. After that, the artists will just have to find someone else with which to fill their drawing pads.
I finished reading Daniel Quinn's Ishmael the other
night, and as I set the book down, I heard myself say "Hmm." And then I said it again. And again.
f00dave asked me what I was hmming
about, so I told him to read the book. It made my brains whirl around in my head. The book gets especially interesting right around
the explication of the Cain and Abel story. Check it out and see what I mean. Thanks for lending it to me,
zero_design. I'm now
working on
snowy_kathryn's recommendation, Chuck Palhniuk's Lullaby. So far, so good.
After all the recommendations made to me as per my request a month or so back, I have a lot of books in my to-be-read queue which weren't there before.
Last night, I gave a private dance lesson to Anna and
lickthefrog. I'd actually taught Anna before, maybe four years back. Both
dancers have been studying Egyptian dance in Toronto, and I'm impressed by their repertoire of movements. I have a very North
American nightclub approach to my dance, and their Saidi style is quite exotic to me. I showed them some floorwork, a glute shimmy,
and how to do a faux (ie. safe) Turkish drop. Afterwards, I went to Lickthefrog's place where we danced with her sister (a ballet
dancer), her sister's friend, and Keltie. It was fun, but I had stomach cramps and then I forgot three of my CDs there. Doh! I hope
I can get them back before she returns to Toronto.
Right now,
superbrad, f00, Dmitrii, and Linda are playing Starfarers of Catan in the kitchen. I'd play too, but it's a
four-player game, so I opted out in favour of relaxation.
It looks like that relaxation is drawing to a close. Kung fu is nigh.
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Date: 2005-01-05 03:47 pm (UTC)From:Christmas acts as an alchemist converting muscle into fat, and sweets are the philosopher's stone.
really made me giggle. I must be a very wise woman now, given the vast amounts of philosopher's stones I consumed over Christmas. I am still suffering from sugar detox headaches.
I admire you for all the exercise you get! I wish I'd do half as much as you. Hope I'll manage to try out my new PowerYoga DVD tonight. :-)
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Date: 2005-01-06 03:59 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-06 09:10 am (UTC)From:http://www.amazon.de/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000BZTEX/qid=1105002505/ref=pd_ka_0/302-1264191-4931212
I have done only Hatha Yoga so far, but late in the evening, I had a hard time staying awake after a hard day's work. Power Yoga is better for a person with a desk-based job like me.
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Date: 2005-01-05 07:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-06 03:05 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-05 08:04 pm (UTC)From:I realize that you have a monstrous stack of books to wade through now, but if you ever want to read the followup book, feel free to ask - it's called "The Story of B", and it details a modern day Catholic priest's search for the Antichrist.
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Date: 2005-01-06 03:08 am (UTC)From:At this point, I think I've read pretty much all of Pahlaniuk's books, outside of the aforementioned Lullaby (Shan has the copy I'd be reading ;)). Currently working on Diary, which is a very creepy book. I really like them all, so far.
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Date: 2005-01-06 03:16 am (UTC)From:I didn't mind Invisible Monsters, but I prefer Fight Club. I'm not far enough along in Lullaby to give a strong opinion either way, but so far, it is interesting. I haven't yet read Survivor.
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Date: 2005-01-06 03:57 am (UTC)From:My cousin-in-law thinks Palahniuk writes strictly for shock effect, but I think I have to disagree with that assessment. Yes, his writing is very violent and often shocking, but I don't think it's the point of the story. Still, I need to read more of his literature before I can say that for sure one way or the other. Two and a quarter books just isn't enough to go on.
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Date: 2005-01-06 03:07 am (UTC)From:I don't think I've ever jumped up and smacked my forehead in shock. It could happen, though. The closest would be the time when I was looking for bizarre fetishes and found a picture of myself on a sneeze fetish site.
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Date: 2005-01-06 04:23 pm (UTC)From:*nods* I can imagine that would be a bit of a shock.