The very good awesome not-bad day

29 01 2011

I’ve got so many things bouncing around in my brain that it’s a wonder my skull isn’t pock-marked on the inside. Pull thyselves up by thy bootstraps for we are about to cover a lot of ground in not many words. Ready?



1. Please check out The Giving Keys. Say what you will, I am a big believer in the concept of “pay it forward”. If for no other reason than it reminds people to reach out with kindness to others. This website is a fashion-forward way to do just that!

2. Today I had coffee with a truly lovely human being. (And that’s not just because her name is Meghan too!) I’ve known her for years but we haven’t really connected in quite some time. Today we had coffee for two hours and I honestly could have talked with her for hours more. Those of you who know me should pick your chins up off the desk now. I hung out with someone who is drama-free and didn’t want me to listen to the sad story of how her life is in tiny pieces! And she lives CLOSE! Needless to say I was a happy happy person. I look forward to many more “coffee” dates.

3. I’m planning a trip down to visit my school. (I just typed “my” school without thinking…) There is a part of my that has a sort of “once bitten twice shy” philosophy about school. The answer has been “no” so many times that I almost don’t want to apply because if the Lord says “no” again my heart might break. And there are LOTS of potential “no’s” in this situation. The school is 22k/year. I can’t afford it. They might not accept my application. It’s one of the most expensive areas to live in the US. I get sunburned easily and it’s a SoCal school. Anyway- I’m trying to just dream and hear and not tie my heart up too much in any one school. Pray for favor and finances if you think of me…

4. My cat is going gray and occasionally has nightmares. Old age is stinkish, even for cats.

5. I need a hair cut and colour. Badly.

6. What’s the point of living if you don’t get to live in the reality of your dreams? No… seriously…. If you have an answer I’d be delighted to hear it.


8. I came up with a great short story idea. I’ll let you all in on it when everyone is in bed and I have some peace to write.


Another short story…

17 01 2011

We come from Prime. And we are the Last.

Civilization deserted Prime a hundred years ago. The land was growing barren after three millennia of ceaseless toil. When the scientists failed to replenish our dying land the governments rallied together to build five thousand deep-stellar ships. Every last person fled the planet, leaving only refuse and fallout in their place.

Everyone left, that is, except my people.

We weren’t a people then, of course. A hundred years ago we were a misfit crowd of religious fanatics, the sick, the poor and the elderly. The only people left to lead were a small band of botanists and agricultural theorists- farmers really but brilliant ones. They found an island off the coast of So’s Merca where the fallout from the deep-stellars was negligible and we began to rebuild.

Three generations were born on that island. Generations of children increasingly weak with genetic mutations that killed or maimed. Then the children stopped and hope began to die. It had been our forefather’s desire to repopulate Prime- to rebuild the glory of lost Empires.

It was a dream and when I was born my people were waking up.

We had the technology to build a deep-stellar ship but resources for only one. There were 7oo of us and by the time the ship was built our leaders had selected the 300 most viable to depart. The rest would be left behind to die.

I was a child then. My memories of Prime are dusky with age but I do remember the feel of soil beneath my feet and the whine of the hydrolic machines that tilled the fields. Smells come to me sometimes, wind and sea and the warmth of my mother’s skin. I remember these things but nothing much else.

My entire world since has been a world of metal and computers and the sharp smell of ozone in the engine rooms. I’m a pilot by training and a mechanic by inclination. Little of my time is spent in any of the social areas of our ship and less in the aeroponic or hydroponic pods. My friends are bots and comp interfaces.

We’ve been in space for close to 75 years now and I’ve been awake for 21 of them. Our system is set up on a rotation, three years awake and seven asleep with the social groups being relatively constant. It’s a life, though not one I would have chosen. We’ve had to modify ourselves in ways that our parents wouldn’t have liked but they’ll never know. They’d have hated our having to get implants or interfaces and we’ve both. Most of us anyway.  Read the rest of this entry »

Hot Yoga and Why Sometimes it’s Embarrassing to be Me

4 01 2011

Today I had my first encounter with Hot Yoga. (I’m not going to call it “Bikram” in case the real Bikram comes out and kicks my butt with his flexible yogi legs. Look up Bikram if this statement confuses you.) My neighbor is an acquaintance of mine from high school and we struck up a conversation about yoga over Christmas. Turns out she’s a huge fan and also a member of the local elite fitness club. That same fitness club has hot yoga classes pretty much every day.

Last week I accordingly bought a yoga mat, (gray with white leaves- very fetch) and planned my hot yoga outfit. Tonight we piled ourselves, our water bottles and our yoga mats into my car and made our way to The Club.

I paid the perky front desk girl my sixteen dollars and Meghan (did I mention my friend from high school’s name is “Meghan”?) led the way to the class. We got there eight minutes early and it was already crowded but we found a spot center front and chatted. Turns out it was a neighborhood party- the local fitness couple had staked their claim near the window.

I’m not going to lie. The first couple of minutes in that room were INtense. It’s hot and crowded and you are about to attempt bendy feats of bendiness. I was saved by the low light and my frozen bottle of coconut water. I have a really hard time getting physically or mentally upset if the lights are at half or less. There was also the awe-struck-inducing sight of some lady standing on her head against the front wall.

The yoga itself went pretty smoothly. I was careful to take breaks if I needed them. Mostly I needed those breaks to wipe the sweat out of my eyeballs/off my nose/away from my ear canals. It’s a very sweaty endeavor. There weren’t any moves that I couldn’t do, though a few I wasn’t able to do for very long. My “tree” pose is beautiful but my “upward dog” is pretty lame.

My dog is lame. Ha.

The really bad thing about being me in a hot yoga setting is my combination of massive sweat and long hair. Occasionally my hair would flip forward or to the side and stick on some part of my body. I would then have a pause and un-stick myself before I could move my head to do the next move. I see french braids in my future.

The short story is that I survived with only one small wound. My strained glute muscle has decided to hurt in the worst way. It’s really bad. Which is the real reason it’s embarrassing to be me- you have to admit that you come home from yoga and sit on ice.

Yes, it’s not all wine and roses around here people. But we have a good time.