Mopheaded Rides Again (and again and again and again...)

2005-05-12 - 12:25 p.m.

Mophead Relocates Three Hours South

Moving to a new city is such an arduous task. It certainly helps that I know a zillion people in C-town -- but still...

It's been a week and I only really finished unpacking a couple days ago, because I've been spending so much time out of the house, catching up with friends and family I haven't seen in ages. Good times. And now mom's talking about coming down for Saturday and Sunday to bring my sewing machine and guitar and printer (hooray!), but I'm actually concerned how that's going to cut into my social time...

*sigh* Yep, it hurts to be this popular.

And this is sounding WAY too much like a blog. So, in the spirit of being my normal geeky self...

Yoga Update
I found the most amazing studio at which to practice; it's only 2 c-train stops away, its teachers are amazing, and there was also (!!!) a super-wonderful special summer price on, so it is somehow affordable to boot! And Rameen, my teacher from the E-town studio, does workshops with them, so I'm assured that they're good.

The really interesting and exciting thing is the Vinyasa Flow class, which incorporates moves from the Second Series into the Primary series practice. It's so incredibly challenging, and I leave the studio all sore and dreamy and goofy and happy. It's beautiful. I managed to come very close to this one

I would love to giggle along with you at my other favourite pose, which it has been months since I've attempted, but I couldn't find a picture -- so I'll describe it as best I can and it will probably be only me who's laughing:

Okay. Sitting with your legs straight out in front of you. The right knee goes onto the right shoulder. The palms press down into the floor beside your hips. Your left leg is still straight. You lift, and your left leg, and then your bum, raise off the floor, and you hover there for five breaths.

It's awesome.

(And of course, right after finishing this entry, I found a photo of it... so here it is)

Belly-dancing lessons with Cait (hopefully) soon to follow, once I get a better idea of my work schedule.

My roommates
I now live with a kitten, for the very first time ever. Her name is Keegan, and she likes to scratch under my door at 5 in the morning to remind me that, in two hours, she needs to be fed. Other than that, she's beautiful.

The three humans are pretty damn cool as well. G and M are trying to convince me that Wall Climbing is just yoga on a different plane and that I need to go with them -- I think I'll give in soon enough, as it does sound pretty amazing. And I trust M's comparison, since he does yoga as well.

The Always-Apology
Damn, this journal is humbling...

I've been reading a bit too much and therefore my brain is on full-tilt synthesizing all this new stuff, and I feel really incapable of spewing forth anything intellectually challenging this morning. So. I'll leave it at that. Sorry.

Amazing Fiction
Seriously, I don't think I could ever say enough wonderful things about the way Zadie Smith uses language in this novel. It's magnificent. A far cry from the poetic prose I usually read a la J. Winterson or E. Smart etc., much more 'prose'-like, but still stunning and intricate and accurate and wonderful. She drastically reduces the distance between language and thought, to borrow an image from A. Roy.

Amazing Non-Fiction
Because somehow, I've become a non-fiction whore. Because somehow, I have ended up with nearly all non-fiction books in my room for the summer. (It isn't really that difficult to figure out; I only brought the books that hadn't been read from my bookshelves... so pretty much all the political and sociological stuff, and a bit of feminist and po-mo theory as well.) And mostly because, I am somewhat of an Indian fetishist*, I can't wait to travel to Mysore, and Roy's writing is impeccable. Even as she delves astutely and informedly into the politics of her country, she still retains the focus of her self as writer, artist, citizen of India who loves her country even as she critiques it vehemently.

*And to make matters worse (or better), I have just been hired at a swank Indian restaurant in downtown Calgary.

I think that last (love of country etc.) may be where I have been finding so much trouble working through my (autographed) copy of The Trouble With Islam -- I lose the thread of her joy and love of her religion amidst all the criticisms, the self-defence of her RIGHT to criticize, etc. I need more patience to read that one -- it will come.

Yep, book-wise, that's where my little head has been. Oh, that, and Intro to Personality Psych. Blech. I hate science-bent psych courses.

And even in apologizing for not being intellectually stimulating, I become just that. I win.

Dancing Baby Guy
So there's this guy. And he's, like, the World's Worst Dancer. We've all met guys like this. He flails about the dance floor with no concern for anyone else's personal space or personal safety. He has no sense of the rhythm of the music. He's really sweaty. We can't tell if he's really fucked up, really deaf, or just really, really weird. Well, he was at a party on Saturday night. And he was dancing pretty close to me and my buddy. And he didn't run into me once this time.

Congratulations and Hats Off To You, Mr. Dancing Baby Guy! For whatever reason, you have improved, and the small-to-medium sized people whom you used to injure on the dance floor thank you for it!

(and if the Mandolin Boy reads this and can remember where the fuck we ever came up with that nickname, let me know so I can find some cute little link or something to add, k hon?)

--mopheaded is an independent variable acting on all your dependent variables

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