Just had to explain to yet another person that NO, I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH ELIAS. I'm going to make a T shirt.
Seriously, even my mom thinks I'm hooking up with him. This is getting ridiculous.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Why I don't sleep
It's 1:25. I was tired at 8:00, but managed to stave the urge to collapse off until I'd finished eating dinner with my mom, then I had a bath and by 10pm was in bed.
I tried to fall asleep. Really, I did. I have a doctors appointment at 10 am, and I'm going to have a busy weekend, so sleep is really a good idea. I had PT and walked a couple miles, plus the usual poi etc so I should be tired. I am tired.
But I can't sleep. I'm fidgity. I lie in bed and close my eyes and can't get comfortable. I get up, read my book, try again to sleep. No luck. I listen to meditation tapes, mere minutes in I'm literally twitching. I can't relax. My head is starting to hurt. Normally, I'd get out of bed, go downstairs, get a drink (I know it sounds crazy, but a coke would really help). Maybe do my belly dance or some yoga, see if I can get my body to relax. But that would wake my mom. So 3 1/2 hours after getting into bed, I am still in it, awake and *itchy* and increasingly concerned that the weekend will suck if I only sleep 7 hours (which is about the most I could get, even if I fall asleep right now.
F my life
I tried to fall asleep. Really, I did. I have a doctors appointment at 10 am, and I'm going to have a busy weekend, so sleep is really a good idea. I had PT and walked a couple miles, plus the usual poi etc so I should be tired. I am tired.
But I can't sleep. I'm fidgity. I lie in bed and close my eyes and can't get comfortable. I get up, read my book, try again to sleep. No luck. I listen to meditation tapes, mere minutes in I'm literally twitching. I can't relax. My head is starting to hurt. Normally, I'd get out of bed, go downstairs, get a drink (I know it sounds crazy, but a coke would really help). Maybe do my belly dance or some yoga, see if I can get my body to relax. But that would wake my mom. So 3 1/2 hours after getting into bed, I am still in it, awake and *itchy* and increasingly concerned that the weekend will suck if I only sleep 7 hours (which is about the most I could get, even if I fall asleep right now.
F my life
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Feeling patriotic... ish
everyone remember the llama llama duck song (if not, go find it)... then: obama llama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqXX6kuk_XQ
Also entertaining:
http://sendables.jibjab.com/originals/hes_barack_obama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqXX6kuk_XQ
Also entertaining:
http://sendables.jibjab.com/originals/hes_barack_obama
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
So good I had to share it... What is it with me and lists today?
The Cult of Done Manifesto
1. There are three states of being. Not knowing, action and completion.
2. Accept that everything is a draft. It helps to get it done.
3. There is no editing stage.
4. Pretending you know what you're doing is almost the same as knowing what you are doing, so just accept that you know what you're doing even if you don't and do it.
5. Banish procrastination. If you wait more than a week to get an idea done, abandon it.
6. The point of being done is not to finish but to get other things done.
7. Once you're done you can throw it away.
8. Laugh at perfection. It's boring and keeps you from being done.
9. People without dirty hands are wrong. Doing something makes you right.
10. Failure counts as done. So do mistakes.
11. Destruction is a variant of done.
12. If you have an idea and publish it on the internet, that counts as a ghost of done.
13. Done is the engine of more
The original post
http://www.brepettis.com/blog/2009/3/3/the-cult-of-done-manifesto.html
1. There are three states of being. Not knowing, action and completion.
2. Accept that everything is a draft. It helps to get it done.
3. There is no editing stage.
4. Pretending you know what you're doing is almost the same as knowing what you are doing, so just accept that you know what you're doing even if you don't and do it.
5. Banish procrastination. If you wait more than a week to get an idea done, abandon it.
6. The point of being done is not to finish but to get other things done.
7. Once you're done you can throw it away.
8. Laugh at perfection. It's boring and keeps you from being done.
9. People without dirty hands are wrong. Doing something makes you right.
10. Failure counts as done. So do mistakes.
11. Destruction is a variant of done.
12. If you have an idea and publish it on the internet, that counts as a ghost of done.
13. Done is the engine of more
The original post
http://www.brepettis.com/blog/2009/3/3/the-cult-of-done-manifesto.html
Of brilliant ideas and body aches
So, this weekend, my friends and I went camping. You know, strap 50 pounds to your back and hike a couple miles through the woods so you can sit on damp ground and get mosquito bites and smoke in your eyes. It was surprisingly excellent. There was only one point where I actually thought "If Kyle (who organized the trip) were next to me, I'd cheerfully push him off this cliff). I'm very afraid of heights and had a minor paralysis/panic attack on a bit of fairly sheer rock face. But now my quads hate me.
Which is why today I went to tumbling class at the Lava studio in Brooklyn. 105 minutes of stretching, conditioning, handstands, rolls and cartwheels. Now my back, shoulders and arms hate me too. I must be a genius. I'm going again next week. But I may not make it to the trapeze class there tomorrow. First, I may be too sore, second, it takes almost 2 hours each way to get there.
For your amusement: last week, on the way to visit my CT house (where we will hopefully be living starting in September) Elias and I came up with DA RULES. 10 important commandments for being a decent and happy human.
1) Try not to kill.
2) Love yourself (but not too much).
3) Some things are your fault (but not everything).
4) Learn from your mistakes.
5) Be nice.
6) Use your body.
7) Use your brain.
8) Relax. Have fun.
9) Contribute.
10) F the Cookie, and the Rules.
I'm feeling unproductive. Tomorrow, more laundry, sewing, art, job apps, etc. Less TV. I swear. I'm doing a bad job on my health kick. I'll spare you the emo-ness that is the "reason" why.
Which is why today I went to tumbling class at the Lava studio in Brooklyn. 105 minutes of stretching, conditioning, handstands, rolls and cartwheels. Now my back, shoulders and arms hate me too. I must be a genius. I'm going again next week. But I may not make it to the trapeze class there tomorrow. First, I may be too sore, second, it takes almost 2 hours each way to get there.
For your amusement: last week, on the way to visit my CT house (where we will hopefully be living starting in September) Elias and I came up with DA RULES. 10 important commandments for being a decent and happy human.
1) Try not to kill.
2) Love yourself (but not too much).
3) Some things are your fault (but not everything).
4) Learn from your mistakes.
5) Be nice.
6) Use your body.
7) Use your brain.
8) Relax. Have fun.
9) Contribute.
10) F the Cookie, and the Rules.
I'm feeling unproductive. Tomorrow, more laundry, sewing, art, job apps, etc. Less TV. I swear. I'm doing a bad job on my health kick. I'll spare you the emo-ness that is the "reason" why.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wildfire
An excellent weekend.
I learned to eat fire, practiced tracing (no new techniques in the advanced class, but still good), learned some new drills to work on my poi and fans.
I read Nick Woolsey's book, Emails from Over the Edge, which is highly excellent and I recommend it.
I suffered some bad-head space the first couple of days, but pulled out of it enough to enjoy most of the weekend, even if I mostly spun the last night and didn't go to terribly many classes.
Danielle and I Kicked Some Ass. I mananged not to freak out, so the act went well. The Q&A after was pretty harsh, but later people came up to me and told me they loved it and one girl said I was "a poi rock star"!
Elias and I may move to Asheville, NC in January to preform/make costumes/sell toys/link people in the community. We'll see how serious he actually is about this tomorrow.
I learned to eat fire, practiced tracing (no new techniques in the advanced class, but still good), learned some new drills to work on my poi and fans.
I read Nick Woolsey's book, Emails from Over the Edge, which is highly excellent and I recommend it.
I suffered some bad-head space the first couple of days, but pulled out of it enough to enjoy most of the weekend, even if I mostly spun the last night and didn't go to terribly many classes.
Danielle and I Kicked Some Ass. I mananged not to freak out, so the act went well. The Q&A after was pretty harsh, but later people came up to me and told me they loved it and one girl said I was "a poi rock star"!
Elias and I may move to Asheville, NC in January to preform/make costumes/sell toys/link people in the community. We'll see how serious he actually is about this tomorrow.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Graduated like a measuring cup
And not enjoying it at all.
Every time I listen to the music that used to make me happy, that held so many memories of everything from painting the Shiva, to spinning fire, to just hanging out, I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. Tracking Treasure Down is the worst.
Still not employed. This is a problem, as I am rapidly running out of money.
I don't like living at home. I don't like not being able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. My mom never says no precisely, just guilt trips me. Yes, I know Mike has been out til 4 every night all week, so you haven't slept, and this is the one night hes in the house. But this is the night MY friends are going out, and I haven't been out all week. F my life.
I need to get some serious art done, and finish cleaning, write more thank you notes, send more resumes, etc. But to hell with productivity. I'm going to walk to the lake and spin some poi and maybe draw for a bit.
Tomorrow I'm going up to Vassar to see Danielle and work out an act for Wildfire's performance class.
Every time I listen to the music that used to make me happy, that held so many memories of everything from painting the Shiva, to spinning fire, to just hanging out, I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. Tracking Treasure Down is the worst.
Still not employed. This is a problem, as I am rapidly running out of money.
I don't like living at home. I don't like not being able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. My mom never says no precisely, just guilt trips me. Yes, I know Mike has been out til 4 every night all week, so you haven't slept, and this is the one night hes in the house. But this is the night MY friends are going out, and I haven't been out all week. F my life.
I need to get some serious art done, and finish cleaning, write more thank you notes, send more resumes, etc. But to hell with productivity. I'm going to walk to the lake and spin some poi and maybe draw for a bit.
Tomorrow I'm going up to Vassar to see Danielle and work out an act for Wildfire's performance class.
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