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clevermanka) wrote2012-04-25 09:20 am
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Good living
One of my grad students just showed me this. The art of Troy Gua: Le Petit Prince. Wow.
What did I do in my life to cause me to see on a G+ post that this picture reminds someone of me, and what I can I do to ensure that never changes? Because, really, if I go to my grave remembered as someone who had the potential to carry two wine bottles, an oversize bag (potentially full of more booze), and a lamp while wearing its lampshade? I obviously lived right.
After having such a decidedly negative reaction to Adele's first two singles, I'm shocked at how much I love her latest release.
I mean I really like this song.
Rumor has it that I'll get the serger back today. Only a 48 hour delay, which is not debilitating at this point. Provided I don't get arrested at Saturday's march/rally in Topeka, I can get back on track with a full day of sewing on Sunday. I'll be able to put in some good time on Thursday, too, if I skip Hippie Drum Circle.
Wednesday and Friday are Moar CrossFit. Yes, I passed my movements test, and I did my first Fran (which I guess is some sort of litmus test). This technically qualified me for "white bandana status" which means I can do WODs with the big kids in the deep end of the pool. This is the Fran WOD:
Note: I did not do it in one minute fifty three seconds. I think I did it in something over six minutes, with a ten-pound bar and two bands helping me on the pull-ups. BABY STEPS!
I’m still having issues with squats, due to some under- and over-development issues in my adductors, quads, and glutes. I’m guessing 22 years of bellydance with no cross-training is the culprit. So I’ve been advised to continue attending the elements classes and doing one-on-one “squat therapy” with the coaches until they’re no longer worried about my knees caving in (even on air squats). I’m excited that I’ll be able to do Real Squats at all, though, after two physical therapists told me I’d never be able to do them. Even if it takes me a year to get there, that’s cool. I’m not in a race or anything.
What did I do in my life to cause me to see on a G+ post that this picture reminds someone of me, and what I can I do to ensure that never changes? Because, really, if I go to my grave remembered as someone who had the potential to carry two wine bottles, an oversize bag (potentially full of more booze), and a lamp while wearing its lampshade? I obviously lived right.
After having such a decidedly negative reaction to Adele's first two singles, I'm shocked at how much I love her latest release.
I mean I really like this song.
Rumor has it that I'll get the serger back today. Only a 48 hour delay, which is not debilitating at this point. Provided I don't get arrested at Saturday's march/rally in Topeka, I can get back on track with a full day of sewing on Sunday. I'll be able to put in some good time on Thursday, too, if I skip Hippie Drum Circle.
Wednesday and Friday are Moar CrossFit. Yes, I passed my movements test, and I did my first Fran (which I guess is some sort of litmus test). This technically qualified me for "white bandana status" which means I can do WODs with the big kids in the deep end of the pool. This is the Fran WOD:
Note: I did not do it in one minute fifty three seconds. I think I did it in something over six minutes, with a ten-pound bar and two bands helping me on the pull-ups. BABY STEPS!
I’m still having issues with squats, due to some under- and over-development issues in my adductors, quads, and glutes. I’m guessing 22 years of bellydance with no cross-training is the culprit. So I’ve been advised to continue attending the elements classes and doing one-on-one “squat therapy” with the coaches until they’re no longer worried about my knees caving in (even on air squats). I’m excited that I’ll be able to do Real Squats at all, though, after two physical therapists told me I’d never be able to do them. Even if it takes me a year to get there, that’s cool. I’m not in a race or anything.

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You are kicking it on Crossfit! Whooo!
As with Amy Winehouse, I find Adele's lesser known songs MUCH better than the pop chart singles. That first hit of hers made me want to stab pens in my ears every time I heard it.. and I heard it WAY too much.
Lampshade lady haz pearls on. Classic. Love it.
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That Fran in less than 2 minutes? HOLY MUSCLES EXPLODING THE NEXT DAY, BATMAN. I totally felt his pain when he dropped to the floor afterward, and cheered with the rest of the room. GEEBUS.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7-HLtOglfM&feature=related
here is a video from the originator of the move...
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