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Today's Tumblr collection is Tuesday, March 3: Ravens & Crows.

I finished typing up (and formatting and linking) all the yoga stuff. For those of you who were interested to see the sort of series of postures I use for home practice, here you go. I use Sanskrit names for poses almost all the time. I know most of them, but even the ones I don't, I look up and use those names. I think it's important to remember and respect the culture that gave us yoga and not westernize it too much. Just a small (and, for me, easy) way to avoid another cultural appropriation trap. I also link to a page that discusses the pose. I use Yoga Journal when I can, both for consistency and because I like their format. I use their suggested series often, just didn't last week. But I'll often just link to those and mention how I modified poses for myself when necessary rather than do individual links. Last week my body knew what poses it needed and I went with it.

Last night I dreamed about my job and...stuff going on in my job right now. I don't normally ascribe meaning to dreams (IMO, they're just brain vomit), but this one was pretty blatantly pointed. On campus there was a guy that took care of a lion. He'd taken care of it for years (on campus) and everyone knew not to bother the lion, who roamed around freely, but always in the company of this dude. I was in Strong Hall (the KU administrative building), leading a student around and I noticed the guy was gone and the lion was looking mangy and unhealthy and just really sad. I found out that the guy had died and the lion had nobody to take care of him. I approached the lion to see if it would accept me, and it did! It loved me! It would only take food from my hands and it followed me everywhere, being all lovey and affectionate. But I couldn't walk this student around campus everywhere with a lion in tow, so I had to decide if I was going to take care of the student, or this lion. I opted to care for the lion.

Hm.

I'm pleased that I slept well enough to dream last night. Woke only once (around 12:30) and was able to fall back asleep pretty readily. Today marks a week back on the previous levels of endocrine supplements. Hormones, man.

The new engine for the Chevelle arrives today. Yeah, remember when I said the engine was the only thing in the car that we were keeping? WELP. As [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick puts it, he basically bought me a kit car when he bought me the Chevelle. Here's the post where he goes on in detail in the comments about the new vs. old engines if you're interested.

I need to remember this sequence of yoga postures when I resume CrossFit.
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If you reference a person's accent in any way other than "omg that is a sexy fucking accent hngngngn" or something similar, I'm judging you.

Mobility Mobility Mobility! Breaking Muscle has an extensive post about getting deep into a squat. I have mobility issues in my hips and my ankles and my squat form is, in a word, terrible. I know this. I'm working on this. I want to work on this more.

OH MY GOD THIS TEE SHIRT.

Because I am L-A-Z-Y lazy (and also, I have no burning desire to be a published writer), I decided not to spend the energy on a re-write and submission of that disordered eating post as an article to The Toast. So in case you missed it before I marked it as private, here it is. I'm also going to post a link to it on Tumblr tomorrow in case anyone wants to reblog it there.

Today's Tumblr, btw, is Tuesday, February 17: Wolves.

And speaking of Tumblr, I had a giveaway last week and nobody took me up on my offer. *sigh* If this looks like something you'd enjoy, please drop me a comment or send me a PM. First response I receive gets a free online art workshop--mutual follows get first dibs, but if none of my mutuals are interested, it'll go to the first commenter. If you're not on LJ but you have my email address, email me! I'd really like someone to use this gift certificate for the workshop. I've never taken one of Traci's online workshops, but her in-person classes are top-notch and I've seen several of her videos, all of which have high quality production standards.

Because we're finally getting some snow here, I have to drive the fucking Subaru to Kansas City for my appointment with Dr. Jonah today. UGH. I hate that vehicle. I know it's not unsafe, but it handles so different from the Crossfire that I feel unsafe in it. Like I'm not really connected to the road and the skinny little tires might just fling themselves off the highway at any moment. Blech.

In other vehicle news, [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick finally settled on what engine to buy for the Chevelle (remember when I said the engine was the only part of the car we were keeping? yeah, never mind) and now we've got an engine on the way that is worth more than what we paid for the entire original car. Life with a gearhead, folks. IT IS GOOD. We've also decided to just grit our teeth and do a full off-the-frame restoration and finish the body work while we've got the thing apart, so that's going to delay our estimate on getting this thing on the road (again). But I feel like finally we both understand what the other wants out of this car and there's an actual plan in place instead of just nebulous concepts. So now it's just a matter of when we can get the things done that we know we want to do. This car's gonna be five years in the making but god damn it's going to be an amazing ride.
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Xmas was lovely this year--as it has been ever since I convinced [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick that it was perfectly fine and acceptable to spend the day with just the two of us together, no company, no family, no nothing, just us not getting out of pajamas (unless, it's to, you know, get naked together) and spending the day boozing and lounging and eating ourselves stupid. Just so so SO incredibly nice.

The boy really came through in the gift department this year. I mean, he is aces at gift-buying for me anyway, but this year was especially spectacular. The two toppers: A radar detector for the Chevelle, along with the promise that the car will be on the road for spring (*insert fistpump here*) and he bought me a second subwoofer. OH MY GOD YOU GUYS. Our stereo system is gonna sound so incredibly amazing. Man, our neighbors are gonna hate us.



Best. Partner. Ever.

A few days ago, a friend of mine asked about frenemies (not in one of my posts, in one of hers) and I said I'd never had a frenemy. I don't have the time, energy, or inclination for them. But I am frenemies with a few things. Things I love but hate, things I love to hate, things I want to love but can't because hate. And of course some things can be a combination of the three.

These things are:

Narnia.

Contemporary dance.


Joss Whedon.

Paleo-fied foods. In the interests of full disclosure, I need to state that I actually made these yesterday and Jesus Fucking Christ on a Cracker they were so God Damned Good I nearly made myself sick on them. Just...HOLY CHRIST. But nearly making myself sick on them involved eating only two. They're that rich.

In other news, today I figured out how to 1) Make the black outlined gif text in Photoshop. Wow, that was a lot harder than I thought it would be (I mean, it's not difficult, but like everything else in Photoshop, it's just so fucking arcane) and then 2) How to insert a reaction gif in a Tumblr photo post without the reaction gif showing up as a gray box. Also ridiculously tedious. And then [livejournal.com profile] aprilstarchild recommended I install xkit, so I did that and we'll see how that helps my Tumblr experience.

All that effort was so I could do this and I think we can agree that was Time Well Spent.

And now I'm waiting for the mail to arrive.
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Xmas was lovely this year--as it has been ever since I convinced [personal profile] mckitterick that it was perfectly fine and acceptable to spend the day with just the two of us together, no company, no family, no nothing, just us not getting out of pajamas (unless, it's to, you know, get naked together) and spending the day boozing and lounging and eating ourselves stupid. Just so so SO incredibly nice.

The boy really came through in the gift department this year. I mean, he is aces at gift-buying for me anyway, but this year was especially spectacular. The two toppers: A radar detector for the Chevelle, along with the promise that the car will be on the road for spring (*insert fistpump here*) and he bought me a second subwoofer. OH MY GOD YOU GUYS. Our stereo system is gonna sound so incredibly amazing. Man, our neighbors are gonna hate us.



Best. Partner. Ever.

A few days ago, a friend of mine asked about frenemies (not in one of my posts, in one of hers) and I said I'd never had a frenemy. I don't have the time, energy, or inclination for them. But I am frenemies with a few things. Things I love but hate, things I love to hate, things I want to love but can't because hate. And of course some things can be a combination of the three.

These things are:

Narnia.

Contemporary dance.


Paleo-fied foods. In the interests of full disclosure, I need to state that I actually made these yesterday and Jesus Fucking Christ on a Cracker they were so God Damned Good I nearly made myself sick on them. Just...HOLY CHRIST. But nearly making myself sick on them involved eating only two. They're that rich.

Joss Whedon.

In other news, today I figured out how to 1) Make the black outlined gif text in Photoshop. Wow, that was a lot harder than I thought it would be (I mean, it's not difficult, but like everything else in Photoshop, it's just so fucking arcane) and then 2) How to insert a reaction gif in a Tumblr photo post without the reaction gif showing up as a gray box. Also ridiculously tedious. And then [profile] aprilstarchild recommended I install xkit, so I did that and we'll see how that helps my Tumblr experience.

All that effort was so I could do this and I think we can agree that was Time Well Spent.

And now I'm waiting for the mail to arrive.
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Holy crap. Squatting heavy can increase bone density in women--even older women already diagnosed with osteoporosis. This is a big deal. For a long time, we've been told that once you reach a certain age, it's nigh-impossible to build bone density. That basically we're stuck with whatever bone density we had in our 20s and the best we can do is maintain it. Apparently that's not the case. AWESOME.

I must eat something more substantial than a handful of jerky before we go work on the car. Because we are actually working on the Chevelle today. Goal: Pull the transmission.
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Holy crap. Squatting heavy can increase bone density in women--even older women already diagnosed with osteoporosis. This is a big deal. For a long time, we've been told that once you reach a certain age, it's nigh-impossible to build bone density. That basically we're stuck with whatever bone density we had in our 20s and the best we can do is maintain it. Apparently that's not the case. AWESOME.

I must eat something more substantial than a handful of jerky before we go work on the car. Because we are actually working on the Chevelle today. Goal: Pull the transmission.

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Aug. 12th, 2013 10:19 am
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I am so bored of posting about my health. Bored, bored, bored!



But...tracking is important. *sigh* Click for overwhelming tedium )

Saturday morning I drove to a little stop-sign burg called Winchester (awww yeah) to pick up my portion of the 4H hog I bought with [livejournal.com profile] renniemom. The drive out was pleasant and I followed a big dually most of the way there. On the way home though, there was nobody in front of me, I had an understanding of the road, and I fucking tore through that countryside with the radio on super loud. The highway was narrow and not terribly smooth, so the whole time the steering wheel was wiggling slightly and there were a few twists and turns, but mostly lots of small hills that were just steep enough that I couldn't always see over until I crested and at one point on a straightaway I looked down and I was going a hair over eighty miles an hour in a fifty-five zone and FUCK YES that was a good time coming home.

It's been a long time since I was able to open it up without worrying about speed traps or douchebag drivers.

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Aug. 12th, 2013 09:23 am
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I am so bored of posting about my health. Bored, bored, bored!



But...tracking is important. *sigh*

Friday's appointment with Dr. Khosh was disappointing. My thyroid numbers are steady (albeit super low), but my antibody count is worse (higher by nearly 50 points after four months of steadily dropping about 20 points per month). And of course the FDA has imposed new restrictions on some of the supplements Dr. Khosh supplies and the thyroid enzymes I've been taking since March (with some small success) are no longer available. So now I'm taking these drops twice a day which taste horrible and are a pain in the ass. Oh, and it's a homeopathic solution, which I think is 100% complete and utter crap. So I don't have high hopes for this treatment. Unfortunately, due to the new restrictions that's the only thyroid "treatment" he had at the moment until the new stuff arrives, so...Blah. At least it wasn't horribly expensive, and I went a month with no thyroid medication before. Taking it for a month won't kill me, anyway.

He didn't think a rotational diet would help my swelling issues. Apparently that technique is most effective with people who are eating diets that include grains and legumes. He said with my current diet the best I could try is switching out types of meats--eating only chicken one day, only beef the next, then pork, etc.--and that rotating vegetables wouldn't do much of anything since I wasn't eating the possibly-conflicting foods with them. The idea of eating one type of meat at every meal every three or four days seems a little ridiculous and wildly unappealing, so that possibility's been nixed, too. He made me another tincture to try. The last one I took between meals as a diuretic to attempt to flush my lymph system. Didn't do anything as far as I could tell. This time I have a tincture to take with meals that acts as a digestive. Of course I forgot to bring it with me to work today, but I didn't notice any difference taking it this weekend. He says if that doesn't help with the swelling problems he's going to start treating me as a leaky gut patient even though I don't actually have Leaky Gut Syndrome.

I feel like I'm not even two-steps-forward-one-step-backing at this point. I'm just sort of ineffectually hopping in place. At least my energy levels are better than they were last year.

So now let's go to something more upbeat, if not much more interesting: Sunday's session with Andrew. Holy crap HARD. My glutes are crazy sore today like whoa (as are my delts, lats, and rhomboids, but it's my glutes that are killing me). I don't remember how many weighted squats, dumbbell cleans, and weighted overhead lunges I did. I'll have to figure it all up when I do the workout again tomorrow, but for now I'll just say it was a lot. Some days I get home from a training session feeling like "wow that wasn't too bad." Yesterday was not one of those days. I was pretty wiped out for the rest of Sunday, and I ain't feeling exactly chipper this morning.

Small progress, though! I was able to grab the rope, pull my knees up to ninety degrees, and hold it for ten seconds. That's twice as long as I could do it the first time. I might be able to climb that rope (using my feet to help boost me up) by the end of the year. That's pretty exciting.

A thunderstorm woke me early, so I got up for yoga despite being a little tired. I skipped yoga all last week because cramps, and hoo boy could I tell. Sooo stiff. My right side (still a bit wonky from that fall way back in...April?) was still painfully tight in Triangle Pose. Ouch. I'm not sure if I need to see a professional to ask about how to loosen that up again. It's just taking so long to stop being painful. I'm fine with having to work to redevelop my range of motion, but the actual pain is worrisome.

GOD. Okay, so enough of that. Jesus, if I'm this bored of my health issues, I can't understand why anyone's still reading this journal. I mean...Christ. So, fun stuff now!

Saturday morning I drove to a little stop-sign burg called Winchester (awww yeah) to pick up my portion of the 4H hog I bought with [profile] renniemom. The drive out was pleasant and I followed a big dually most of the way there. On the way home though, there was nobody in front of me, I had an understanding of the road, and I fucking tore through that countryside with the radio on super loud. The highway was narrow and not terribly smooth, so the whole time the steering wheel was wiggling slightly and there were a few twists and turns, but mostly lots of small hills that were just steep enough that I couldn't always see over until I crested and at one point on a straightaway I looked down and I was going a hair over eighty miles an hour in a fifty-five zone and FUCK YES that was a good time coming home.

It's been a long time since I was able to open it up without worrying about speed traps or douchebag drivers.

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Student suspended for tweeting that school sports teams were bad. The conflicting standards for what constitutes appropriate clothing for boys and girls is nauseating. I am so glad (for a number of reasons) that I'm not in high school anymore.

My three-day weekend was wonderful. A good combination of productivity and relaxation. [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I removed the following from the Chevelle: gas tank, front seat, back seat, door panels, carpet, and most of the carpet padding. We watched a movie. I met with Andrew and had a photo shoot for selling my bloomers on Etsy. I cleaned my old cast iron skillet with electrolysis and re-seasoned it. We ran an errand in KC. I slept as much as I wanted. All that in three days! Wonderful.

Not wonderful: I'm less than thrilled with my body progress. It's been a month since I increased my activity level to lifting three times a week. I admit I've slacked off a bit on the yoga. I'm only getting two or three home sessions in a week in addition to my two or three classes a week. But I'm up at least an inch around my waist. Last week I couldn't zip up a pair of jeans I was recently able to wear again. What the hell? Frustrating.

Today's Tumblr collection! Tuesday, May 14: Avengers.
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This finally happened:



Rear-end-out

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You know how some people get all pissy when music they heard about months (or years) ago suddenly gets popular? Those people are fucking idiots. Icona Pop is starting to get radio play and I'm thrilled.



Andrew is having stomach problems and had to cancel our appointment today. Which is fine. I'm going to do the home routine and then yoga and then work on the car.
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I slept for six hours last night before waking around 4am. I was able to fall back asleep until 5:30, though, so hurray. I didn't do anything different yesterday, except not go to work. So...I have no idea what might be causing the latest bout of insomnia.

Everything is set for Doctorow's visit tomorrow, so that's a relief. I even confirmed with the parking department that one of our graduate students would be able to get on campus to drop him off at Wescoe so he doesn't have to tromp over the snowy sidewalks before he attends [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick's class. I found enough graduate students to shuttle him around to all events, THANK GOD. I did not want to cart him about in the crappy old Saab with the barely-closing windows and horrible-sounding broken shock. Also, this means I don't have to cut my acupuncture appointment short. Win All Around. Now let's just hope people show up (in good numbers) for the damn thing.

Also a good thing is we found a way to hire the graduate student to help with the recruitment visit. I won't call it creative bookkeeping, but it is pretty creative. So that's a load off. All I need to do now is plan their activities on campus (which classes to attend, what faculty to meet, when to have sessions with the graduate director, etc.). Easy peasy. I think because of the weird timing for this visit (we're doing it mid-week, and they're attending evening classes), [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I won't host the reception on their second night here. They'll all be in classes or at a lecture. SO YAY! I won't even have to clean my house.

I have second thoughts about taking Spring Break to work on the Chevelle. That's only two and a half weeks away, and looking at the weather...um. Do I really want to be outside in the garage for hours at a time two and a half weeks from now? Not really. [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick goes on about the portable heaters we've got in there, but dude. That floor is cold.
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Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] msmitti, I present to you THE BEST PHOTO OF ME, EVER.

Chevelle and my rear

Yeah, that's me using the 1,000 lb/ft impact wrench.

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I love this article: When Men Are Too Emotional To Have A Rational Argument. The website (at least on my little netbook) is kind of fucked up and annoying, but the article? SO GOOD.

I wish to dispel the notion that women are “more emotional.” I don’t think we are. I think that the emotions women stereotypically express are what men call “emotions,” and the emotions that men typically express are somehow considered by men to be something else.

This is incorrect. Anger? EMOTION. Hate? EMOTION. Resorting to violence? EMOTIONAL OUTBURST. An irrational need to be correct when all the evidence is against you? Pretty sure that’s an emotion. Resorting to shouting really loudly when you don’t like the other person’s point of view? That’s called “being too emotional to engage in a rational discussion.”

Not only do I think men are at least as emotional as women, I think that these stereotypically male emotions are more damaging to rational dialogue than are stereotypically female emotions. A hurt, crying person can still listen, think, and speak. A shouting, angry person? That person is crapping all over meaningful discourse.


Note the use of "stereotypically" here. That's important.

This issue is particularly interesting to me because I am usually the shouting, angry person. And I am most definitely a woman. Yes, I and others occasionally joke that I am a gay man in a woman's body, but I'm not trans. I love queering things, I loved dressing in drag when I had short hair, and I still love wearing menswear-inspired fashion, but I identify as a woman 100%. But apart from the very few times (I can count them on one hand) when anger has reduced me to tears, I follow/succumb to the Typically Male Emotional Response Model.

I'm not saying this is bad or good (although it probably really is more bad than good but I'm not going to address that in this post, if ever). I'm saying that assigning behaviors according to sex and gender is ridiculous and (surprise) misogynistic. I'm also probably preaching to the choir, here, but oh well.

Men and Women = Not As Different As You Think. Pity that our society doesn't agree.

I had a fantastic art day yesterday with some of my local dance ladies. Yay for introducing [livejournal.com profile] redheadfae to the joys of art-card-making! I made one art card and got my 2013 planner decorated. I'm exceptionally happy with both--which is important in the case of the planner, since I have to look at it for a year. Also, they're a good lesson in impermanence. I spend hours making them, and the art cards go to a home where they may or may not be appreciated and kept, and the planner will get beat up from daily use and eventually thrown away.

[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick worked on the Chevelle while we were arting it up inside. He called me to the garage briefly so I could use the impact wrench (with its new, appropriately-sized hose) on those damn control-arm bolts. And HURRAY we got them off! Mostly. Both bolts are off, anyway. The driver's side control arm is still giving us a bit of a problem. It's supposed to get up into the mid-fifties today, so we might do a little bit more work on the Chevelle today.

Or we might sit on the couch, drink wine, and watch Supernatural all day.

I don't want to go back to work tomorrow.
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We worked on the Chevelle a little bit yesterday. Got the rear springs out, and the rear axle pretty much out. The bolts holding in the rear upper control arms are practically welded on and not even the impact wrench could budge them. At one point we thought we'd knocked them a bit loose and I crawled under to get them out. I was pulling so hard I strained something in my upper back and I'm all ow this morning. *sigh*

With the weather looking potentially stellar for Thanksgiving this week, I'm hoping we can put in quite a bit of time on it during the holiday. Actually make some progress before it becomes too cold for me to work in the garage.

Two Tumblr posts of note!

The first one is charming: Ten Relationship Words That Aren't Translatable Into English. Although I think one of them (La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have) is translate-able as "being in a fandom."

The second one is sobering: A male college student discovers what it means to wear a skirt. "What is it about a piece of inanimate, plain fabric that scares you so much?" I especially like that he realizes that he'll never really know what it feels like to experience this sort of oppression. White male privilege awareness, sir. You're doing it right.

CrossFit Lawrence has another really great seasonal special for Spring 2013. I have no idea if I'll buy it for myself or not. I need to figure out what the fuck I'm doing with my health and activity levels. Last night I even had a dream about going back to CrossFit. It was awesome. So I want to go, it's just...blah. I'm gun-shy. And Andrew never wrote me back about the personal training stuff and how to take it easy but still do CrossFit, so I feel weird about that, too.

And then my plans to buy a cow fell through when we found out that M&J Ranch doesn't have any cows available until Fall 2013, the other recommended ranch has nothing until 2014, and the third option isn't really a place I'm interested in supporting after seeing their website. I contacted Parker Farms in Missouri (on Marisa's recommendation) and we'll see what they say. I can't afford to purchase grass-fed, organic meat at the Merc. So this whole EAT SUPER CLEAN AND ORGANIC IN 2013 might already have some spanners thrown into the works.



Good times, though: I'm having a drink with a couple gals tonight that I've never hung out with before--two former grad students. I just recently found out they're Benedict fangirls, and one of them is on Tumblr. That'll be nice. I've been drinking a lot of wine lately.

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I went to CrossFit again this morning. Holy Fucking Shit.

Warm-Up:
200m Run
10 Hand Release Push-ups
15 Squats

Skill:
Press 9×7 (I used the unweighted narrow-barbell, which I think is 30#)

WOD:
"Bradshaw"
10 rounds for time:
3 Handstand Push-Ups I tried to do a tri-pod headstand followed by three push-ups, but slipped coming down out of the headstand the second time, so just did five push-ups on the following rounds
6 Deadlift @ (225/155) I did 115# which, btw, was my max deadlift when I started CrossFit
12 Pull-ups I did ring rows
24 Double-Unders I still don't have double-unders, so 48 singles for me

I did five rounds before I had to pack it up to go home. I am so so so sore right now. Shit. Ow. Even my damned forearms ache. Let's not talk about how my thighs feel. I might take tomorrow off as a recovery day--do some mobility work and active yoga in the morning instead of going to the box. Because wow. Wow. I need a day to heal up and build up.

Chevelle pics under the cut )
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I decided to push the Fuck-It button and took Monday and Tuesday to just laze around the house. VACATION MMMMMMMYES. I've been on a sitting-my-ass-on-the-couch binge and it was great. I even watched three movies: Nine, Inception, and Hugo. Tonight we're watching Drive (after a day of working on car--ha!).

The transmission arrived yesterday, and now I'm ready to start tearing apart the Chevelle. I even cut off all my fingernails! We'll get started as soon as [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick wakes up. And checks his email. And we have breakfast/lunch.

VACATION MMMMMMMYES.
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From [livejournal.com profile] alt_rorschach (alas not on LJ anymore): Rhetological Fallacies. Oh chart, where have you been all my life.

I'm not a sports fan. I like watching baseball, but I don't follow it, you know? However. Based on the GIF used in this comment thread on [livejournal.com profile] ontd_political I might need to start watching hockey. I am just saying.

Did I already post this? "Obviously, no one sits down and makes a rational decision about who to fall in love with, but I get frustrated with the veiled condescension of straight people who believe that queers 'can’t help it,' and thus should be treated with tolerance and pity. To say 'I was born this way' is to apologize for the person I am and for whom I love. It’s like saying I would be different if I could. I wouldn’t.” Yes yes and yes.

Yesterday's Latenight Callers show fucking rocked. They are just tight these days. Local peeps: Catch. A. Show. For real. I was also impressed with The Quivers. They're from KC, and I don't know how I haven't heard them or even heard of them before. Their front woman (a brief Google search got me nothing on her name) is the bomb. Such a great show! I bought a tee shirt.

Speaking of tee shirts, you're never gonna believe the other tee shirt I bought yesterday. There was this small regional conference of some academic group or the other (like I was going to pay attention) on fourth floor Wescoe. Late in the day (well after I posted my LJ entry), I had to pop up there to ask a question of the Digital Media Services ladies. I was highly amused to see that the conference was for the American Mathematical Society. And they had tee shirts y'all. Aw yeah. Photos forthcoming. I promise.

We took the Chevelle to the show and [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick took some great photos. Check it:
Chevelle-front-Lydia-Mar30-2012

Oh. And also? I've been saving the news for when I could post a picture, so here you go. I got the vanity tag I wanted. You know you love it. Show of hands for those of you in on the joke?

Bonus Round: Click here to gaze upon what might be the best thing you see today. Well, the best thing besides that badass motherfucking Chevelle.

Swing!

Feb. 15th, 2012 09:39 am
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Oh, Dr. Boli. I love you. Cut for awesome but largish Dr. Boli ad )

This vid needs to be seen by as many people as possible. I love this song, and it's so perfect for a fanvid for this particular play. I have not seen the movie. The fact that I recognize from it only the names Ben Kingsley and Helena Bonham Carter speaks well in its favor. Cut for vid )

Monday was a Really Bad Day. All around bad day on just about every level. No, not just about. Every level. Every single damn level. It was bad bad bad and what made the rest of the bad even worse was the bad of the constant hip pain. I couldn't sit. I couldn't stand. And what with my banged-up knee (which I've re-injured twice now), I couldn't kneel. I left work early so I could settle restlessly on the couch with a bottle of wine (since pain medications do jack shit for me). Now, a lot of the things that made it a bad day I didn't/don't have complete control over. But I do have control over how I deal with physical and internal matters. So yesterday I decided that it was entirely likely that the hip pain I've been experiencing on and off for the past few months might just be my New Normal and I'd best deal with it as such. It was amazing how that mental shift changed my perception of the pain. Don't get me wrong. It still hurts and I'll be really happy if/when it goes away. But I'm not going to allow it to consume me anymore. *brisk brushing of hands* So there. Fuck you, hip pain.

And finally, something else making today awesome? Click to see what is sitting in front of our house RIGHT NOW )

The photo is blurry because I was all a-twitter about it being delivered. I called in to work to tell them I'd be late because I was not going to be not home when they drove that baby off the trailer.

So Exciting!
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St. Brigid's day dawns bright and clear, there'll be two winters in a year. True to form, we've got mostly-sunny skies today. But two winters like this one we've been having is not something I'm gonna complain about. Me being me, though, I'm not anticipating more of the same. Rather, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

On Tuesday I wrapped up my second 365 project. I missed only six days out of the year. Not bad. Comparing the photos of 41 year with 39 year, I can tell I've had a lot more health problems. I look disinterested and vaguely unhappy in a lot more of the photos than I'd like. I really want to feel better in 2012.

Ugh. I had to get a cooler out of the backyard shed this morning to set out for the CSA delivery I signed up for last week. And now my hands smell like gas. Not a bad thing in general, but I don't know that I want to sit at my desk all day smelling that.

Speaking of smelling like gas, I'm going to be experiencing that more often very soon because guess what [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick bought last night?
68Chevelle

Yep. \m/ >_< \m/ I am so excited!

It's a 1968 Chevelle. May or may not be an actual SS. Under the hood is a 408 big block engine, and it's a four-speed manual with a really awesome pistol-grip shifter. I've never driven a car with a shift like that, but in my head I look like a total badass doing it.

It needs some work done on it (transmission stuff, A/C install), and the ever-patient [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick is going to help me work on what's going to be Our First Project Car. Very exciting. I don't anticipate being able to grow out my nails for a while.

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