I went back and changed a few entries from "private" to "friends only." Ones that seem less scary to share, now that time has passed. Others I re-read, and the emotions still felt too raw. I my cursor hovered over them, and I thought "no, not today, not yet." I see I was writing back in the earliest days of parenting more than I remembered. So many ( Read more... )

Today I I decided to try to go all day with minimal information consumption. This was prompted by a desire to decrease the ammount of media I consume, in the interest of freeing up mental space to think my own thoughts, and experience my own life. It was also inspired by some recent coversations, and also by this podcast series about information ( Read more... )

I am sad to say, this journal is going "Friends Only ( Read more... )

I'm lying face down on the table while three students regard my bare back. I can see their shoes through the face hole in the massage table. A fourth pair of shoes appear.
"Southern cross?"
It's our instructor. He's just making conversation with me while he observes my classmates pressing their hands into my back, marking the borders of my trapesius ( Read more... )

In the last week, I have had two conversations in which someone compared massage to petting a dog or cat. What's most remarkable is that this never occurred to me before ( Read more... )

I used to write poetry ( Read more... )

Got to practice massage on someone other than Loren today. An ex-co-worker who has become a friend. I was worried b/c I haven't worked on anyone that wasn't Loren or a massage student. And because she'd never had a massage. Turned out to be really rewarding because she really enjoyed it and she had some chronic back pain that I at least made feel a ( Read more... )

I remember the moment I realised I could not remember everything that had ever happened to me. I was six, and I don't know what I was thinking about exactly. Maybe it was one of those moments when some tiny thing sparks your memory, and you uncover a wholly enjoyable memory that you had 'til that moment forgotten you'd ever possessed. It's moments ( Read more... )

You can never go home again.

I just heard Parkway Speakeasy - an Oakland icon - is closing.

Just a reminder that no one can ever truly go back.

I love xkcd today

It's funny that I was just at a party the other day where there was a discussion of whether wind farms are strikingly beautiful, or a horrid blot on an otherwise pristine landscape.

To me..... if you've ever encountered a wind turbine farm in a desolate location like the one at South Point. Yeah, they are profoundly creepy. But I ( Read more... )