Well, I seem to have done a capital job of wrenching the hell out of my ankle last night, because it's now swollen. And what was I doing at the time? Walking down Burnside. And in a very practical pair of boots, no less. This is why nobody should really be afraid of me in a physical altercation. ;p

Anyhoo, another senior portrait is in the can, as of last night, and it went pretty well. It was a bit tougher this time around, because our subject was bigger and taller than both of us, so it was hard to get some of my favorite angles. But, she was the type of person I'd have gotten along with when I was in high school, and she was actually willing to give more than just a one-word response to whatever questions we asked her about herself, so I had more fun with her.

I also wimped out and shot with my Canon gear this time around, which I think was kind of disappointing to both me and [livejournal.com profile] theamazingjosh, but I was still feeling very addle-brained and sick-tired yesterday, so using a familiar interface meant having one less thing to think about. And I *was* able to keep the energy up and focus more on the rapport than on twiddling with dials, so it was probably a smart choice. What I really need to do is shoot Nikon for a random wandering or event sometime soon, so I can just get comfy with the camera and not worry about directing a subject.

Speaking of seniors, another from the session we did a couple weeks ago:
Shayna 2

Saturday is going to be another crazy one. I'll *finally* be back on my skates for derby practice, and then I bop on down to Salem to visit [livejournal.com profile] nidaba for some family portraits, and then I'm buzzing back on up to PDX for [livejournal.com profile] monkeyhole's birthday. Thankfully, Sunday should be much more low-key and less rushed. :)
So, after falling down the previously-mentioned half-flight of stairs post-photoshoot, combined with the flailing attempts at 9-section chain whip floor work, some unfortunate bumps and scrapes practicing new nandao sections, and my usual bouts of absurd clumsiness, I've spent the past couple of weeks looking, uh, rather spotty. And that's putting it mildly. The bruises from the stairs incident are finally mostly-faded, but damn. If I weren't A) single, and B) a hulking mass of female kung-fu bad-assery, I'm sure someone would've called the domestic abuse hotline by now.

Anyhoo, a lot of things seem to be on the way to resolving themselves, so outside of the gob of snot that refuses to dislodge from my sinuses, I'm feeling pretty good about the past 5 days.

I am slowly plowing through my task lists, and as stress creeps downward, creativity is beginning to creep upward again. I have a nice little pool of Fun With Illustrator flights of fancy, for whenever I'm simultaneously not-sick and possessing free time.

Oh, AND! Studio spaces. Holy jeebus, the search is equal parts overwhelming and exciting. I found a guy through Twitter interested in a studio share, and his work is good and he is sane. We're also finding that we're on very similar pages, as far as what we're looking for in a space. Part of me wants my very own space, but I *am* relieved to have this option in front of me, if I need it.

I also seem to have made a Friend into a Good Friend, which feels pretty excellent. There are some vaguely painful parts to what went down, certainly, but it could gone been much, much worse than it did. Whenever I find a person who gives openness and honesty, I want to just hug them forever, because it can be so, so rare.

I'm house/pet-sitting this weekend, which is PERFECT, because another damned Adopt My Kittens post cropped up on [livejournal.com profile] damnportlanders the other day, and it left me craving mass quantities of therapy, in the form of giving scritches to fuzzy animals.

One of these days, I *am* going to come home with one of those little fuzzy bastards, and I will have no regrets. Well, until Andy's head explodes due to his utter distaste for pets, anyway.

Also, in the past 48 hours, I have seen the following, within five blocks of my very own home:
A) a man unicycling up the street, with an accordion strapped to his chest
B) a man driving a DeLorean into the Save-a-Lot parking lot.

Like, damn. God bless this town.
This entire week has felt so completely and utterly bizarre that I can't even wrap my brain around it. Seriously, WTF, Universe?

Thank god the week is almost over. This weekend, I either have Two Gents or Rock Band + Fondue to look forward to, and then [livejournal.com profile] marykae 's birthday gathering! And then a whole lot of NOTHING, which is great, because I'm tired and want to sleep for a year.

P.S. Hey, body? I've been very nice to you this week. Stop trying to pretend you're sick. ;p

...okay, so there *was* that falling down half a flight of stairs thing. But I've been nice to you other than that!


Jan. 29th, 2009 11:35 am
I somehow managed to trip down the last few steps of my staircase this morning, smashing the hell out of all the toes on my left foot in the process. They still hurt when I walk on them. :/ Damn my kluzty spells all to hell.

The pregnancy shoot got a late start last night, but it was good. I'd never done a pregnancy shoot before, but this one was for a woman--who's also a pretty awesome MUA--who had African heritage, so her first outfit was inspired by African style, and even her more standard "wrapped in white fabric with the belly exposed" setup was a bit out of the norm, because she had this really awesome embroidered fabric from Nigeria to wrap herself in. And, her husband was in some of them, so there are a few silly ones that are, of course, my favorites. ;)

Much, much love to [livejournal.com profile] katlyn, [livejournal.com profile] twilite_embrace, and, er, I don't know the LJ name of the third one, for the drinks and hangout time last night. I hope it was as beneficial for them as it was for me, because we all deserve to feel more fabulous, damnit. This should definitely be a regular thing. <3

On an unrelated note, I saw Kinky Boots the other night via Netflix, and I enjoyed it! I think I've become a bit of a Chiwetel Ejiofor fangirl, because I was 10 times more interested in the movie once I learned that he was playing the drag queen. XD

Aaaanyhoo, I need to grab some lunch, so I'm off.
My stupid body is trying to get sick. Sore throat and fatigue, gotta love that. :p

In other news, I seem to be progressing in acro: now, instead of landing on my head due to my own blunders, I'm getting dropped on my head by other people! XD

But in all seriousness, I actually did do a handstand into a bridge yesterday, which I hadn't done before, and I did other stuff better than my usual. :) I'm gaining more trust in my somewhat-less-wimpy arms, but man, getting dropped onto my face didn't go a long way towards boosting my trust in other people!

Oh well, it's a process, and I didn't get hurt. My neck is a little stiff today, but that could just as easily be evil germs doing their fiendish work.

I'm thinking I may bail out from work early today, which I'd be 100% happy about it wasn't so freakin' busy here. Peeewwww.
So, I've been going to partner acrobatics for 3 weeks now, and it's only one day a week, but it's HARD, y'all. It makes my wimpy arms sore as hell, but it's also FUN, so it's worth it.

Last week, I managed to land on my head while trying to do a bridge kickover, so this week, I was *really* not looking forward to doing handstands, or being upside-down at all. After trying a few handstand-y moves and getting freaked out about it, I asked instructor dude how to do it without falling over onto my back, and then went back and tried it again. It did start to feel better, and then by some miracle, I managed to get up and stay up for about 5 or 6 seconds, without the aid of the wall!

Of course, then I tried it again a second time, and came crashing to the floor, but darn it all, I now know that IT CAN BE DONE. Well, okay, so I already knew it could be done, but apparently, it can also be done BY ME! Important distinction. Victory will be mine!

The rest is fun. I think I'm gonna be a Base Fo' Life as far as the partnered tricks go, because A) I am apparently strong, and B) I weigh a friggin' ton and thusly don't trust that most people can actually support my weight. (seriously, take what you think I weigh, add 20-30 pounds to it, and then you might be close) The idea of throwing people around amuses me, though, so I'm down with it! :)

Oh, and we also did butterfly kicks, which totally made my day. They were also probably the best butterfly kicks I've ever ever done, which is crazy. Why can't I do them like that at wushu practice? Jeez, stupid mental blocks. ;p
Lesson learned: nothing makes you appreciate the power of opposable thumbs like not having the use of one of them.

Before anyone wigs out, yes, I do still HAVE my thumb, and it'll be fine and normal. I just can't do much with it at the moment.

Anyhoo, last night, I managed to get a nasty gash on the webbing between by thumb and index finger on my left hand. I wish I could say that I got sneak-attacked by ninjas from an international spy organization, but in reality, I sliced it open on a chipped mason jar rim. Yeah, talk about awesome. ;p

I was ready to just slap a band-aid on it and walk it off, but then Ben came and looked at it and declared that I needed stitches, so we made our way out to the closest Urgent Care (which, being near I-205, wasn't exactly "close").

Serafin came and waited with us, and there was a lot of waiting around, filling out of forms, and snarfing down Clif Bars because we hadn't had dinner yet. The last time I'd had stitches was when I was a kid and got 8 of them in my knee, and I didn't exactly have pleasant memories of *that* experience, so I was really hoping they'd just glue the cut shut and call it a day.

I did wind up needing stitches, though, so I emerged from the urgent care center two hours later, with two stitches and my hand covered in iodine and gauze, but otherwise none the worse for wear. I don't have much range of motion on my thumb right now, because it tugs on the stitches and stings like a mofo if I try to grab anything bigger than a pencil. I do get the stitches out in a week, though, so I *should* be ok for doing long fist and southern at Berkeley.

So, yeah, it could be worse. But, it does make some of the most absurdly simple things rather difficult. Like putting on pants.
I have to admit, I'm always making fun of--well, in my head, anyway--those corporate dingus types who bike to and from work in those full-on lycra shirts and shorts sets with bicycle company logos and bright colors plastered all over them. You know they're corporate dingus types, because when you stop behind them at the traffic light, they're laughing very pretentiously with each other, and talking about big business things, and being generally very yuppie.

And you KNOW that they're the guys who are running around in fancy suits and playing at being Very Important all day, and it kind of cracks me up to see them with their matching-and-probably-ludicrously-expensive racing outfits, and their special cycling shoes, and their garishly shiny racing helmets, looking all "ZOMG I AM TEH HARDCORE CYCLIST!!!11" Because it's *that hard* to just grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt! Pshaw.

Yeah, I know, I shouldn't judge. Maybe some of them *are* hardcore cyclists! But, on the other hand, I doubt that ALL, or even most of them are hardcore cyclists.

Anyhoo, rewind to yesterday morning, after I've ridden to work in my boring business casual slacks-and-shirt. I see a kinked-up piece of black thread snagged on my bike frame, and I think, "wow, where did this mysterious thread come from?"

Less than a minute later, I step into the elevator, and the hem of my left pants leg flops open onto the floor. Because the thread on my bike was the thread that had previously been holding the hem of my pants together.


...soooooo, um, yeah. I guess I kind of get the whole cycling outfit thing. I still don't think you need to blow hundreds of dollars on some goofy spandex thing, but I can see where those guys might get their undies in a twist, if their bikes were yanking threads out of their ludicrously overpriced slacks.


Mar. 22nd, 2007 02:24 pm
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Here's a link for you: More men taking wives' last names. The article itself is short, but what's interesting is the range of responses you'll see in the user comments.

I went to see Gizmo yesterday, and let him run around in the grass for a bit. It was fun, but it also made me a bit sad. He's a unique little bugger, and it's hard to look at him and realize that he's actually very old for a dog. I talk to the little guy like I would a person, a lot of the time--I generally do the same with kids, too, but that's a soapbox point for another time--so I guess I miss him like a person.

Anyhoo! We leave for Berzerkely tomorrow morning! (hint to Bay Area people: come see!) My weapons bag shoulder strap broke off yesterday, and I accidently whacked myself in the head with my staff at practice last night. It aches like nobody's business. Owwww. I am trying not to take these two things as an omen. XD

I'm half-scared, half-indifferent. I kind of want to drop one, maybe two of my events (staff and nanquan) because I haven't practiced them enough, but eh, whatever, I'll do them anyway. This year feels different, because last year I was so, so hoping to win or place, whereas this year I don't really expect that at all. If my beginners do well and have fun, that'll satisfy me. There's a small part of me that wants to do well, so I can do *them* proud, too, but it's more about them than me.

Anyway, today is almost over. Woo! And I got my hairs cut! It looks cool. THE END!
Yargh. To echo [livejournal.com profile] starkodama's sentiments from earlier, I *really* need to improve my stamina, because even if you have the best technique in the world, that doesn't mean squat if you're too exhausted and psyched out to actually do it. :( I ran through nanquan last night and it totally killed me, to the point where I started forgetting WTF came next in the form. Aaagh. Keeping up that much intensity takes a lot out of you.

I don't know what I did to my wrist, but it really hurts today. Argh! Hopefully, I just slept on it funny, or something, and it'll get better before long. I certainly can't practice weapons with the way it is right now. :(

We watched BSG last night, and man, Helo can be such a doofus. Also, I really hope they don't keep doing these one-off conflict-of-the-week episodes. I mean, I like character development, and all, but they were doing fine with that even when they were doing major plot arc episodes. Mrr.

In closing, some funny!

Things I Learned from The Sims )
Well, this sucks. My left quad hurts like hell, and I seem to have strained my left hamstring *again*. I'm not even sure how I could've done it, because I haven't felt like I've been really *doing* anything with my training. How can you injure yourself when you're not even doing anything? And of course, there's the demo this Sunday, so I can only wait and pray that I'm not completely gimped by the time we go on stage. Argh.

At least we have a few possibilities to lighten the teaching load *and* improve my own wushu, though. Goo's trying to get Phil up here again for another workshop, and I'm working on getting another crazy-experienced UO Wushu alumnus to come up from Medford and work with us, too. I'd be grateful for anyone that I can learn from, and I know it would help the team, too, so I hope it all works out.

In other news, I forget if I've mentioned this, but I've started getting postal and online correspondence about my 10-year high school reunion. LOL! I kind of have to laugh about the whole thing of high school reunions. You just know that people are going to be scrambling to lose weight or find a date or whatever other thing their lives might be missing in order to be deemed "successful." Car, house, kids, career? There are always those folk who seem to think that they need to have the biggest and best of all that stuff, or at least fool everyone else into thinking they do.

Truthfully, I'm not even sure I'd want to go, because there are only a few people I'd really want to see. I don't have much curiosity about what's happened to the rest of those people, though, and I wouldn't go simply to laugh at other people's misfortune, or whatever else. Yeah, so maybe Miss Popular got fat and became an alcoholic. Who cares? I suppose you'd expect  a weird and largely unpopular kid like me to get off on that, but schadenfreude isn't generally my thing.

Well, I'll probably go anyway, because of those few people that I actually miss. I don't really feel like revelling in high school, or even remembering it, though, because with high school came a lot of irrational self-hatred that I've since struggled to put aside. I don't need to get in touch with *that* person again, and I certainly don't feel the need to do all this "preparation," either. If I can go in there, and smile, and really mean it, that's plenty. I think I'll be able to do that. :)

Anyway, we're heading out to the cabin this evening, after practice, and can I just say that I'm looking forward to that? Whoooof.
For those of us who like lists (::cough[livejournal.com profile] craftyrancough::), this is a nice task-tracking tool! The UI could use some re-working, but it has some nice functionality and potential for awesomeness.

In other news, this is so corny I can't even get over it: chicks doing "kung fu". (they also have a website) That is some bad, bad wushu. It's a martial art, not a dance! The fact that groups like that get any recognition just makes it even harder for wushu to gain any real, respectable recognition in the western world. I mean, as far as martial arts skills, *I* could probably put on a skimpy outfit and get into that group right now, and my wushu is mediocre, at best. :p

Speaking of my wushu, teaching brought some frustrations yesterday, but I think I've at least figured out what to do about an individual form, phew. cut for those who don't care )

In other news, I got hit in the neck with a racquetball yesterday! David was hitting the ball really hard, in an attempt to ricochet it off the back wall such that it would hit the front wall, and instead it hit ME. ::rotfl:: It stung like a mother, but it was kind of hilarious anyway.

Work is frustrating this week. Various components/apps that I need to do my friggin' work have decided to spontaneously break, when they've previously worked fine for long periods of time, and I haven't done anything to make them stop working. What. The. Crap?!

On a less whiny note, Ben and I took a few minutes before work to have some coffee while watching the snow fall from the top of the parking garage. :) I also randomly ran into [livejournal.com profile] divadrummer and [livejournal.com profile] morriscat on my way to the bank earlier today, and wound up having lunch with them... that was an excellent and unexpected surprise! :) Also, there's a meeting later this evening that may lead to some more paid photo work.

So, yeah, it could be worse... just trying to take joy in the smaller bits of Good, because there's a lot of stuff trying to make me grumpy right now.
HELLO MY DEARS! It is time for a friendly reminder: I have a big Friends List, so if you're new to the party and haven't made yourself known yet, don't just sit there like a quiet little lamb, wondering why I haven't Friended you back yet! Make yourself known via comment, or something. I've been seeing new names crop up on the Friend-Of list as of late, and I like to know a thing or three about who's doing the stalking, before I add. ;)

Saturday was, as expected, a day of Adventures in Skiing! :O We went with a chick from Ben's job (Amy) who likes to snowboard, and she was kind enough to loan me some warm-weather stuff and drive us all out to Hoodoo. First off, let me just say: when you are already something of a klutz, adding skis to the equation sure won't help with that. ::rotfl::

An Eventful First-Time Experience )

We came back to town, where Amy's husband had some very tasty beef stew waiting for us, and we got to try out their Wii. After hearing all the blather about how awesome it is, I can't say that I disagree, heh! It's pretty fun, and the controller thingy is surprisingly accurate.

Yesterday was a slow day, but I was totally fine with that, after all the excitement of the previous day. :) Played around with camera flash experiments, watched Nightmare on Elm Street--which is pretty corny and hilarious--and got some photo stuff done.

Tonight = first wushu practice of winter term. Competition is in Feb. for some of them, and March for most of us, so playtime is over. Muahaha!
After several days of waiting and only getting scam e-mails, I *finally* had a legitimate buyer call about Kero-chan. We're going to meet up so he can look at it tomorrow. Hopefully he'll take it off my hands for a decent price!

I trained for a while last night, and bled all over the place because the skin on my knuckles is so dry that it cracked whenever I did front-slap kicks or hammer fist. :p I've been moisturizing them, too, but apparently even that can't keep up with the freezing cold temperatures sucking the life out of my skin. Wooo. :p Ben and David popped in on me in the middle of it--they were at the Rec and about to go play racquetball--so I took them on for a couple of matches after I finished training. I think I'm getting better at it, although I'm not sure if it's improved racquet skills or just me moving around faster and better. I had zero racquet skills before, though, so I imagine it's the former, heh.

Anyhoo, today was day 2 of the workshop, and now I have about a month to fart around with Ajax and make something cool. I have potentially cool and useful idea for a webapp, so hopefully it'll turn out. And of course, I'll also design the bejeezus out of it--it's kind of my thing. ;)

It's good to have Ben back again, even though he was only out of town for a day or two. Yeah, I'm feeling sappy. :)

And in closing: why have airport security manhandling you and digging through your stuff, when you can just hop a fence and get on a plane? ;p
So I busted my ankle a while back. And then, right around the time when my ankle started getting better, I strained my hamstring on the same leg. And now that the hamstring injury is getting better, I've gone and busted my ankle *again*, and it's not even a wushu injury this time.

We were having a couple of beers out by the river, and it was all nice and everything, but, well, beer makes you have to pee. I decided that I couldn't hold it anymore, so I got up and started looking for a place to empty my bladder, when I stepped in a ditch or something and heard a fairly loud POP. Um, whoops.

What's even more ridiculous is that we wound up taking off to go watch a movie maybe 15 minutes later, and I absolutely could've held it that long! And then I wouldn't have been staggering around in the dark looking for a place to squat, and I wouldn't have hurt myself. So, so stupid. Lesson learned: always, ALWAYS exercise bladder control.

Just had to share that, because I love it when people laugh at my misfortune. ;p


I'm making a list of things I want to do. Completely random things that occur to me, without any consideration as to whether or not they're realistic. But that's another post.

Stuff is... weird, for lack of a better word. But I think that I might finally be headed down the right track.

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