After a break of about 18 years...

After a break of about 18 years, I have made my way back to the flying trapeze. Trying it in Club Med when I was 23 caused me to quit my job and run away with the circus and do single trapeze (actually a lyra). The Trapeze School of NY has come to the Santa Monica Pier. Jonathon, who runs it, offered a class for me and my friends/co-workers and 5 of us took him up on it. Teri (who is horribly afraid of heights and ladders) did it once. The rest of us did it several times and even got caught on the other end. The physicality of it came back quickly. It is a test of nerves every time. Kind of like climbing the tower at camp. Everyone enjoyed it. It was Teri and Laura's first time. Tracy and Rie had done it much more recently than I. And now I am signed up for classes that I will take thursday mornings. I am so excited. I just realized I should have taken a picture of us all together afterwards with the people helping us (the guys helping us were hot). But, oh, well. (see pictures of us in action in next post)

First Week of Being Underemployed

This week was my first week of being underemployed. It was amazingly still full. Monday I discovered Facebook - okay that is a time suck. Fun, but wow. Tuesday I have classes that aren't back to back during the day, which was fine when I worked in the office. Now it is a little wierd. But after my second class, some of my long time students wanted to grab something downstairs to eat and after my third class (which isn't normal for me to teach) we went and saw Batman (which was good). Wednesday I had both school and work and the time in between seemed to disappear quickly. Thursday, I had appointments in the morning and then work. Friday I had school; I took Frankie to the vet and I went to yoga. It is amazing how easy it is to fill up a week. Now in addition to school, I have trapeze class on thursday mornings (see next entry).

Theme of the Week

Funny, last night just before going to bed, I realized this week has a theme - clearing out shit. It makes me laugh. Not only am I doing this literally (see the Coffee Episode), but I am cleaning out my desk, my filing cabinet, my email, my files on my computer. Perhaps next week will be about clearing out my shit at home. Hmmmm....

Mash ups

In cleaning out my desk, I found a website for mashups. I found two that I really like.

Pour Some Hot Sugar
by A plus D

and

Tender Umbrella
by Party Ben

enjoy!

Friday August 1, 2008

Tomorrow (actually today, but I have yet to go to bed) is my last day at work. It is weird. I plan to get all of my outstanding expense reports done and turned in. What seems really weird is that almost no one will be in the office tomorrow. My office mate (one of my bosses) will be in the OC, her assistant isn't in, my other boss is in SF, and the two big bosses are in Chicago. And I don't think many people will be in at all. odd and weird. I am taking class in the evening to end my day, which will be a good end to a weird day.

A friend said to me this evening that it is the end of an era. Which seems so apropos, and I had named my playlist for this evening exactly that. I didn't finish the playlist as I found another I really liked and hadn't used in a long time. But here are some of the songs from it...

18 - Moby
Smoke and Ashes - Tracy Chapman
Perdido en Ti - Diego
I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got - Sinead O'Connor
Fallin' - Alicia Keys
Where I Stood - Missy Higgins
Like This - Mims
Fight the Power - Korn featuring Xzibit
Elevator (feat. Timbaland) - Flo Rida
I Say Hey - Kinky

(some of them are just new things that I just got, some are old favs, and some that I didn't even choose for the "theme" are very apropos).

Life is weird. And I am so glad my week now seems so full of possibility rather than full of "have to"s.

the coffee episode

So, anyone who knows me, knows I gave up drinking coffee about 2 years ago. Well, this has nothing to do with drinking coffee. So continue reading at your own risk.

Two weeks ago in my Pain and Orthopedic Evaluation class, my teacher got tired of telling people one on one how to do a coffee enema. So, he gave us all the directions. My thought was, hhmmmm...some day.

Well, this last Saturday in my deep tissue class, my teacher announced that this week (the upcoming Saturday) we would be working on the Psoas - which lies under your large intestine (i think i have my anatomy correct there) and we should clear out our large intestines before class this week and the best way to do this was a coffee enema.

Okay, I thought, I can do this, my mom used to do them all the time (part of the Gerson Therapy). But, I'd better try it before Friday or Saturday, because I don't know the timing of my body.

So, Sunday, I bought an enema bag and Monday, I bought coffee - organic, free trade coffee. So, Monday night, I proceeded to give myself a coffee enema. Granted I completely disregarded my teacher's directions that one should not do this at night (because I wasn't going to have any day time to do it until Saturday) and I disregarded my friend saying it was like really good cocaine (hmmm... what does that do, keep you up?). Well, I didn't keep the coffee in as long as you are supposed to. Perhaps that was a good thing. I was so wired, it was hard to get to sleep and when I did, I didn't sleep well. Granted, I slept on the floor due to my concern that relaxing might make a mess (which it didn't - thank goodness) and I think people were climbing on the fire escape during the night - or I might have just imagined that. Anyway I didn't sleep well or much and I was still wired in the morning.

The wierd, nostalgic thing was the smell reminded me of my mom as she did coffee enemas as part of the Gerson Therapy when she was sick.

Anyway, I am going to do it again early Saturday morning. We shall see how it goes the second time.

thoughts

So many things to write about. Tomorrow is my last day at work (the office part of my job aka the stable income portion). The coffee episode from earlier in the week. My new portable hard drive (yes I am a geek). A phone call from someone checking in on me to make sure I am okay. A referral on LnkdIn from a woman I used to work with (at my current job) that made me feel appreciated. I haven't written at all about massage school - which I love. And I keep coming up with things I want to do and I will actually have time to do now (although I may not be able to afford them - but where there is a will, there is a way).

(yes, this entry is total stream of consciousness).