shanmonster | Today is September's Cube of Three

I like numbers and dislike math. Numbers are rather like words, and I like words a lot. So I play with numbers the same way I play with sentences. I like palindromic numbers and funny patterns, and any time I notice the clock says 11:11, 12:34, 2:22, or so, I get all excited and say, "It's magic hour!" This way, every day is filled with all sorts of magic moments. I still don't know why I think this way. At least I don't do everything in 8s, like I used to as a slightly-OCD kid. Once upon a time, every time I drank from the water fountain, I would gulp in multiples of eight. I still count stairs while I walk, though. Hmm.

I dreamed of karate. I haven't been to a karate class in months. I miss it, but at the same time, know I wouldn't be able to cope with that dreadful dojo and its lack of air circulation. I walk into the room, and my body is almost instantly sapped of energy and my mind of motivation. I haven't been to kung fu in two weeks, but that's because I'm so overworked from school that there's nothing left of me to go around kicking and punching. I teach my dance classes on Wednesdays, but I've been finding the only way I can get the energy to do so is to take the rest of the day relatively easy. Even still, I've been needing a nap. Ugh.

Now, I'm just trying to get the impetus to get my arse back to school. I have three settings due on Tuesday, plus five drawings and five photos and descriptions of nifty metalwork. Although last night was mostly a shite night, with nothing shiny as an outcome, I did manage to make some perfectly-sized bezels. I'm much more competent with sizing than I was two weeks ago. This much is very good. I still have a lot to improve on with my soldering, though.

This morning, I halfheartedly danced around the livingroom, trying to improve my slow-motion isolation work. I was too tired and groggy from sleep to get much out of it, though. I was inspired by the slowed-down video clip on Rachel Brice's website. I know that's not her dancing in real time, but if I practice enough, I know I'll be able to get my isolations that slow and that controlled. And when I do, my taxims are going to pulse with high-pressure suppressed energy, fog the room up with steam, and I'm going to be one helluva shit-hot dancer. Yesss....