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raybearI've been jonesing for watching a movie in the theatre, and I think Pan's Labrynth would be the best investment. I could go for a visually stunning immersion into another world. So I'm going on Saturday to Landmark to see it, most likely the late afternoon or early evening. In case anyone out there randomly would like to go too...
Last night at work, it was pretty quiet so I spent half the time reading a website teaching kids to play chess. I think it was really poorly designed for kids, and seemed to perhaps have been illustrated solely with clip art found in a Microsoft program. But pretty informative for even adults. I'm working on my Scholar's Mate defense as we speak. I decided recently that I wanted to learn how to really play chess, not just move the pieces around, as I already know how to do. I hesitate to mention it here, because I suspect most people are either a) bored to tears at the thought of playing chess with a beginner because they are already a grandmaster or b) bored to tears at the thought of playing chess, period. But you know, just in case I'm wrong, I'm mentioning it anyway.
I wasn't thrilled that I had to plunk down several bucks to get a new meditation cushion, but at least the new one has a removable cover for easy washing. I know I'm supposed to keep my mat as a clean and sacred space, but those that decree that obviously don't live in a home without its own meditation room and with an ill-trained dog that I allow on all the furniture. So the ability to clean it on occasion is a very good thing. Basically the other one, well, I thought it was filled with synthetic bean bag beads. No, it was some sort of buckwheat hulls which completely melted and stained everything from the inside out when put in the dryer after washing. Not my brightest move, I admit, but what can you do. In some ways, these moments of fcking up are when I'm pleased to remember that I'm an adult and I don't have to worry about anyone coming down hard on me to teach me some sort of lesson of responsibility. Not all mistakes fall into this category still, there are plenty of people in life who are effected. So in some ways I'm grateful when I'm the only one who's the victim. Well, me and the personified ruined meditiation cushion that is now in the garbage can.
Last night at work, it was pretty quiet so I spent half the time reading a website teaching kids to play chess. I think it was really poorly designed for kids, and seemed to perhaps have been illustrated solely with clip art found in a Microsoft program. But pretty informative for even adults. I'm working on my Scholar's Mate defense as we speak. I decided recently that I wanted to learn how to really play chess, not just move the pieces around, as I already know how to do. I hesitate to mention it here, because I suspect most people are either a) bored to tears at the thought of playing chess with a beginner because they are already a grandmaster or b) bored to tears at the thought of playing chess, period. But you know, just in case I'm wrong, I'm mentioning it anyway.
I wasn't thrilled that I had to plunk down several bucks to get a new meditation cushion, but at least the new one has a removable cover for easy washing. I know I'm supposed to keep my mat as a clean and sacred space, but those that decree that obviously don't live in a home without its own meditation room and with an ill-trained dog that I allow on all the furniture. So the ability to clean it on occasion is a very good thing. Basically the other one, well, I thought it was filled with synthetic bean bag beads. No, it was some sort of buckwheat hulls which completely melted and stained everything from the inside out when put in the dryer after washing. Not my brightest move, I admit, but what can you do. In some ways, these moments of fcking up are when I'm pleased to remember that I'm an adult and I don't have to worry about anyone coming down hard on me to teach me some sort of lesson of responsibility. Not all mistakes fall into this category still, there are plenty of people in life who are effected. So in some ways I'm grateful when I'm the only one who's the victim. Well, me and the personified ruined meditiation cushion that is now in the garbage can.
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Date: 2007-01-06 05:50 pm (UTC)I want to go see Pan's Labyrinth with you!
(and if Drinkasyoupour is going it'd be nice to see her again)
You have my cell phone number -- you should use it.