Rehearsal had been going well. I’m kind of slow when it comes to picking up choreography, so I was really pleased that we’d knocked out most of the moves for “Sh-boom” as performed in Crybaby. I ran down to my car to grab my Drag Bag, which had a CD so that we could bring the music to the open-mic drag show we’d be performing at. I ran back upstairs. Read the rest of this entry »
Uno, dos, tres, cho- Uno, dos, tres, co- Uno, dos, tres, la- Uno, dos, tres, te. Bate, bate, cho-co-la-te!
Things are still stirring. They’re no longer in a really-overwhelming state of constant extreme turmoil/upheaval/explosion, but they’re definitely still shifting around. I’m still experiencing things that throw me ever-so-slightly off of my stride, that require me to make those little adjustments on-the-spot that will eventually become habit. I could totally both whine a whole lot about that and blow my wad prematurely regarding a potentially-really-neat stirring, but I’m sure that you’re sick of the former and I’m still holding out on the latter. Therefore, instead, it’s gender-rambling time! [Because somehow there's not enough of that on here. Or whatever.] [Also, salient/pertinent things kept happening as I delayed publishing this post, which explains the length.]
Things are starting to calm down, sort of. Or are at least gearing up to calm down. I think. Maybe. Read the rest of this entry »
Alright, so cycling to work has been awesome. It’s let me work on my legs, which I’m pretty sure I’ve been neglecting for what seems like years [which has probably been actually about eighteen months, max]. For the first couple of weeks of cycle-commuting, my legs would start burning after just a couple of miles, as if battery acid were coursing just underneath my skin. Now, my legs tire less easily [if even slightly so]. I have started to feel less-worn after my commutes, to bounce back more quickly and completely. I find myself wanting the ride; this weekend, I wanted the ride by mid-Sunday, and was sad I didn’t have work to ride to [or free time to take a ride] on Monday, and was almost-mad that I had to drive in today [to make it to other engagements after work on time].
But cycle-commuting has more than just positive physical externalities [ha] for me. Cycling to work gives me between twenty and thirty minutes of time for whatever thinking I’d like to engage in. No music, no phone, no others to talk to [except for quick "heys" said to other passing cyclists and walkers/joggers]. I used to have regular commutes that ranged between forty-five and seventy-five minutes that I took in my car. I can confidently say that I could not reliably think as much as I do now during those lengthier commutes, probably due to distractions [music, mobile phone, passengers].
The commute time is my own personal time, where I haven’t anyone else to focus on. I can think about whatever I’d like to during the rides, even if that whatever is actually nothing. I’ve thought about lots of innanities. I’ve thought about plenty of hefty things. [The $64,000 Questions don't stop coming, don't stop jockeying with each other to occupy my mind for stretches of time, stretches of road; from 49th to Nasco, all along Shoal Creek, between stopsigns, during those laps I take when the thoughts won't loose their visegrip hold.]
More about this later, as Cycle Commute Pondering Time makes more headway on my innanities and my $64,000 Questions.
I never experienced the veracity of the saying “bad things come in threes” until just recently. Glynn and Dr. Hime were far enough away from Vinny that I didn’t count them as three; instead, it was two and one. My previous breakups were usually all by their onesies, though I think one might’ve been accompanied by a short illness around the same time.
This time, I think I understand. While it isn’t three “bad things”, per se, it is three major stressors all colliding at once and running me down like a string of defensive linemen [I'm not much of a football fan, so I hope that analogy holds]. Work has been difficult in ways that I didn’t plan for it to be, as well as in the ways I did make mental preparations for. Sister just left for college. A relationship I was in just ended [or, if we want to get all metaphysical, changed forms/energies]. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m getting stressed out about my job. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks going to trainings and meetings and listening to specialist after specialist talk about what working with the students is like, and the challenges of one of my students in particular. I’m tired of that. I just want to get the students, to see what they’re like, to learn about them from them. Read the rest of this entry »
I got back from our family’s vacation a couple of weeks ago, and have been meaning to ramble about it for a while here. We went to Cozumel for a week of diving and other topside adventures, which was exciting. It was quite an experience. Read the rest of this entry »
Two relatively recent events surrounding the concept of “butch” identity have induced a bit of reflection for me. This is a bit long and rambly, folks. You’ve been warned. Read the rest of this entry »
Today, I spent several hours at a local Nature Preserve and pool. Admittance is limited, since space in the park near the pool is extremely limited. Our group got there shortly after the park opened, paid our way in, and parked. We all geared up and made the quarter-mile steep-grade trek down to the pool. Read the rest of this entry »
Life has been good to me, as of late. Read the rest of this entry »
