Monthly Archives: March 2010

the blahs

I’m slowly. slowly getting over this cold. A semester that’s rolling along smashingly, I’ve been caught up on reading and writing and projects and meetings oh my!, but it’s all falling apart with this terrible cold, which *is* getting better now, but just slowly. slowly.
Today we had a loud thunderstorm, with lightening and screaming and everything close enough to raise my neck hairs and cause the speakers on my computer to hiss. It was followed by a downpour to cleanse the static.
Tonight after yoga I did cardio for twenty minutes. I wanted to sweat and get things back to normal, accelerate my recovery. I’ve been teaching yoga from a seated, meditative pose, cuing everything. It worked for a week, but now I feel obligated to get back up on that podium. At this point I can exercise, and I can talk, but doing them at the same time still proves challenging. Today I worked myself in to a cold, feverish sweat, weird equilibrium stuff happening with the snot and the ears and the extended mountain pose and the downdog, until finally I had to just sit back in my meditative pose and verbally cue the class. Thank goodness most of these people have been coming to my class for awhile and know my cues. Still, like I said, I feel like it’s been long enough and I need to get back up on that podium.
With the exception of personal vendettas, colds and flu are the only reason I’ve gotten a B. Hopefully I can steer this semester back in the right direction. Starting…tomorrow! (Which is what I told myself last Monday, last Wednesday, and again this morning.)

I’m daydreaming about hot springs today. I love hot springs, but have only been to one, I think, a handful of times. I must change that. Also, along those lines, I’ve started scheming about my summer plans. I can’t wait. Of course, I have a gazillion books and articles to read, but I’m sure I can find time to do both.

do not operate heavy machinery

I just got back today from the big Georgia adventure. I came back with a full-blown cold that had been ruminating since before I left. I have a very small class this semester, with one other student, and I’m certain she’s who got me sick. Her son was hospitalized with it a few weeks ago. Then she got it and insisted on coming to class with it for a week and a half. We huddled around the little table where we hold class, me trying not to breath, her offering to share her pencil. No thanks. 
I loved what I could see of the south. It was slow and comfortable and easy. I am a sucker for being called ‘honey’ or ‘sugar’ or ‘babe.’ I eat it up. So, there was that.
I had a marvelous time with my good friend, Mom. My brother looked handsome. He seems to be having a great time. He is very, very physically fit. They work hard all day, and they party all night. He’s made many good friend, and I feel good about him being there.
What can I say? We had the time of our lives.
Now, I’m back and already working on stuff for school, through a haze of fog and cold medicine. But, I am confident that with plenty of oranges, lots of sleep, and light yoga, this thing will be gone very soon. One can hope.

today is the day!

This weekend is *the* weekend that’s lived in the back (and front) of my mind all semester long. This is the weekend I’ve been putting off all semester–the weekend where I sit down and make concrete my reading list for exams and write out my justification for the special area of study. It’s something I need to get done before leaving for Georgia. I’ll send it off for approval from my committee at the end of the weekend. The past months have been spent depleting precious library resources to order books through various ILL venues. Checking out books like mad. Up to this point, I’ve just been collecting. My apartment is full of teetering stacks of books, piles of printed articles–all waiting to be added or rejected from *the* list (three lists, actually, comp, rhet and the special area, sort of a social class meets political economy meets Marxism). Somewhat surprisingly, I’m looking forward to reading most of this stuff. Whether or not I’ll get through it in the next four months is another story. Really, I’ve been looking forward to this process. It is the perfect process–full of all of my favorite things: books, making lists, strategizing how to find the perfect number of texts, finding texts that match and compliment each other. This is where I flourish. This is what I’m best at. Lists, organization, strategy. This is why I make a good academic. There is nothing I’d rather do with this Saturday. Really.

is this place killing my soul?

Or is it just fine? I am thinking about moving the the spring. The trouble is all the work involved with a move. I really don’t want all of that work, especially since my schoolwork is organized in a very messy way, involving stacks and heaps. When I look out of every window, I see pavement and more apartment complexes. It’s fairly quiet here until the bars close at 2am, then they bring the party (and the uncing) home. The thing is, this place has a very limited residential area, which is where I’d like to live. I’d like a yard and to look out a window and see some form of nature. We have the most amazing sunsets, almost every evening. I want to be able to see those. Now, I can only see a sliver of the sunset between two apartment complexes. At least it’s something. I also know I won’t be able to get a comparable sized apartment, with balcony for this cheap anywhere else in town.
The other option is moving into the boyfriend’s rental. This seems ideal, except for the fact that I fear it might not be fair to him. Also, I would actually have to pack up and move and it would be really nice to leave the aforementioned stacks and heaps in their order here until after I graduate. I gave myself an April deadline, but the decision has been surprisingly difficult and haunting. I can’t decide and I can’t let it go. 

this list makes my life look substantial

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo

11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightening storm
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community (Mennonite count?)
36. Taught yourself a new language (others have taught me)
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp (I’ve been to the Holocaust Museum in DC)
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been a passenger on a motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous (Famous to me, but no Angelinas)
92. Joined a book club
93. Got a tattoo
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake (dipped feet)
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee