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Sep. 27th, 2009 04:32 pmYesterday -
Up at 4:30 (yes, late), math, more math, sparring, yoga, and out for forms.
In addition to my usual routine (which cycles) I drug out my laptop and worked through the first several moves of Chen Jian. I've never learned a form from video before... and I guess I did learn this one from Master Chen, but I haven't retained it very well. Still, it comes back far more easily than I would expect. I generally think that video is a lousy way to learn forms, at least until you're far enough along that you understand that core material. (And hence, haven't really tried before.) Anyhow, much fun. No corrections, but I can make him go over parts as often as I want. (And I'm hoping to get it together before I head back this winter, so I can get corrections from Shifu.)
Oh, yeah, and I'll probably be coming in between Christmas and New Year's, again. And staying through the weekend of the tenth, except that last bit in Oregon.
Anyhow, then I went upstairs, got my stuff together and headed to the farmer's market. I was actually pretty efficient there... though much less efficient when I stopped by the drugstore. (It should not take that long to pick out a razor. Consumer products are hard.) When I came out, the sky had opened up. So I hid in the Phoenix for a bit, and ended up talking to another cyclist, whose daughter, now in her senior year, has six years of research experience and presented a paper at Neurosciences the year before last. 8>0 There is apparently great debate in the family about whether she should go to med school or grad school - I asked, of course "Has she looked into MSTP?" The mother is of the opinion a PhD is better for a woman - I read this as "I think it will get me grandchildren more quickly." but really, I don't know. Academia is better because women are more brutal, cutthroat and adept at social machinations? Eventually I made my way home - and got wet and cold, but took a hot shower right afterwards. (Which left me tired, but very relaxed.)
And made myself lunch, and ground sprouted grain for bread and added the culture to it, and then we headed off to Whole Foods. ...there was a newly opened Radio Shack on the way. *time passes - okay, a Radio Shack is less of a problem than letter Kendrick and I loose in an REI, but only just* The Whole Foods part was quick - especially for me, since I had absolutely no business buying produce.
And then home, and more cooking, and laundry, and more bread, and sitting, and more fussing with bread, and to bed. It was a good day. A very productive day. And I was exhausted.
To wake up at 4:15, do yoga and bake the bread. And math, and sparring, and forms, and then biking to the Zendo... And I have two new students, and I think I'm coming to terms with the fact that with my other group being ready to start weapons work I really can't wrap them into that class, but hey, I can read the handwriting on the walls, they're going to be my students, we just have to figure out when.
Look, I *like* my life a lot. And I'm pretty careful about what things I've chosen to give my energy to, and I'm liking them a lot. (I even enjoyed writing my first Letter of Recommendation. And the short version of the multi-D DB proposal.) But... the time, it goes on one of those nifty magnetic train things. I look at the container of cereal, and think "Darn, it's almost empty - how did that happen? Oh, wait, the last batch was made a week ago..."
And on that note - I'm around, but my reading is episodic, and my responding even moreso.
Up at 4:30 (yes, late), math, more math, sparring, yoga, and out for forms.
In addition to my usual routine (which cycles) I drug out my laptop and worked through the first several moves of Chen Jian. I've never learned a form from video before... and I guess I did learn this one from Master Chen, but I haven't retained it very well. Still, it comes back far more easily than I would expect. I generally think that video is a lousy way to learn forms, at least until you're far enough along that you understand that core material. (And hence, haven't really tried before.) Anyhow, much fun. No corrections, but I can make him go over parts as often as I want. (And I'm hoping to get it together before I head back this winter, so I can get corrections from Shifu.)
Oh, yeah, and I'll probably be coming in between Christmas and New Year's, again. And staying through the weekend of the tenth, except that last bit in Oregon.
Anyhow, then I went upstairs, got my stuff together and headed to the farmer's market. I was actually pretty efficient there... though much less efficient when I stopped by the drugstore. (It should not take that long to pick out a razor. Consumer products are hard.) When I came out, the sky had opened up. So I hid in the Phoenix for a bit, and ended up talking to another cyclist, whose daughter, now in her senior year, has six years of research experience and presented a paper at Neurosciences the year before last. 8>0 There is apparently great debate in the family about whether she should go to med school or grad school - I asked, of course "Has she looked into MSTP?" The mother is of the opinion a PhD is better for a woman - I read this as "I think it will get me grandchildren more quickly." but really, I don't know. Academia is better because women are more brutal, cutthroat and adept at social machinations? Eventually I made my way home - and got wet and cold, but took a hot shower right afterwards. (Which left me tired, but very relaxed.)
And made myself lunch, and ground sprouted grain for bread and added the culture to it, and then we headed off to Whole Foods. ...there was a newly opened Radio Shack on the way. *time passes - okay, a Radio Shack is less of a problem than letter Kendrick and I loose in an REI, but only just* The Whole Foods part was quick - especially for me, since I had absolutely no business buying produce.
And then home, and more cooking, and laundry, and more bread, and sitting, and more fussing with bread, and to bed. It was a good day. A very productive day. And I was exhausted.
To wake up at 4:15, do yoga and bake the bread. And math, and sparring, and forms, and then biking to the Zendo... And I have two new students, and I think I'm coming to terms with the fact that with my other group being ready to start weapons work I really can't wrap them into that class, but hey, I can read the handwriting on the walls, they're going to be my students, we just have to figure out when.
Look, I *like* my life a lot. And I'm pretty careful about what things I've chosen to give my energy to, and I'm liking them a lot. (I even enjoyed writing my first Letter of Recommendation. And the short version of the multi-D DB proposal.) But... the time, it goes on one of those nifty magnetic train things. I look at the container of cereal, and think "Darn, it's almost empty - how did that happen? Oh, wait, the last batch was made a week ago..."
And on that note - I'm around, but my reading is episodic, and my responding even moreso.
