Nothing of Great Importance
May. 18th, 2007 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Went to physical therapy. I start out my session now with 10 minutes of walking on the treadmill. I'm supposed to concentrate on the whole heel-toe walking thing. I meditate while I'm walking. I chant the "Nam Myoho" mantra, one word per footstep. It's funny - I can close my eyes & walk at the same time, without the treadmill eating my toes or throwing me off the back. I concentrate on my breathing, one inhale per mantra, one exhale per mantra, so one breath for eight steps. I'm not really blocking anything out - I can still hear the chatter of the patients & gym-goers & the physical therapists & the assistants, the radio - two of them, both on different stations. But I'm not tuning in on anything except my footsteps and my breathing and the mantra.
Just watched the last half of Cirque du Soleil's Corteo on the Bravo channel. It doesn't matter how many of the Cirque's performances I see, or how often I see them, they never lose their magic. The acrobats and dancers and musicians constantly astound me and blow my hair back. The control and grace and balance they have... while I bounce off walls, even when I'm sober.
A couple of things occurred to me tonight that I hadn't thought about. They were using a teeter-totter to bound into the air & they'd do flips & come back down. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head - just as amazing as the sheer ability to fly into the air is the ability to land on just the right spot on a narrow wooden plank. If they landed too far up the board or didn't land on the board at all, it would probably cause injury, not to mention throwing the timing for the whole act off. Later in the show they were using a safety net like a trampoline to jump into the air & be caught by performers on the swings above, sort of like a high-wire act in reverse. Once again, if the acrobat missed the net & fell to the stage below, the act would be ruined & the acrobat would probably be hurt. In an act like that, not only does the performer have to know and trust their own body to land on mark, they have to trust their fellow performers to catch them in mid-air as they are thrown back and forth between the swings.
After the acrobats left the stage, a man showed up with a ladder. Which he climbed, with no supports, no one holding the ladder... at one point he slipped between two of the rungs & I and the t.v. audience all made that sharp intake of air, that "Ah!" noise, waiting for disaster, until he flipped his body around the top rung and was on the ladder in the correct position again. At some point, an angel dropped from the ceiling and gave him a much taller ladder. Shortly after he began trying to climb the ladder & was dancing around on it, a man came up from a hole in the stage & said to no one in particular, "Excuse me, there's a big hole in your stage there." & wandered off. Of course, I and the t.v. audience were all waiting for the man dancing on the ladder to fall into the hole. They kept showing one older woman who was watching from between her fingers. They panned back over the stage & the lights illuminated the labyrinth painted on the floor, so all the hair on my body stood on end & I almost started crying, but luckily I was re-captivated by the man on his ladder, who never did fall into the hole, but instead got swept away by the ladder-giving-angel.
Ah well, I may not be able to fly, but at least I can cook. I've discovered this Mediterranean herb blend so I marinated some little steaks in it and Worcestershire sauce... I had some thick salmon filets, & I took some breadcrumbs & Parmesan cheese, blended them together with a little melted butter, lemon pepper and paprika & pressed that into the salmon & squeezed some fresh lemon juice over it, baked it for like an hour. Flipped it halfway through so the skin could get crispy & the fat could render into the meat. Sauteed some zucchini slices & fresh asparagus in lemon juice & butter. Yum yum. I'm sooo full of fish right now. Smith's has had fresh asparagus lately & it's cheap, too. I've noticed that fresh asparagus doesn't have that foul odor canned or jarred asparagus does when ya pee. It also has a spring-green flavor, and it's the best when it's still tender-crispy.
I get these urges sometimes, to just have Rob drive me out into the middle of the desert, where I can sweat and dance and cry out for visions. It would serve no purpose in the long run. Even standing in the middle of the living room & hollering, "Ok, spirits, sock it to me!" would work, but why stir things up? I spent many years shutting things down, why tease the entities-that-be? Guess I'll just sit here & watch Shin-Chan.
Just watched the last half of Cirque du Soleil's Corteo on the Bravo channel. It doesn't matter how many of the Cirque's performances I see, or how often I see them, they never lose their magic. The acrobats and dancers and musicians constantly astound me and blow my hair back. The control and grace and balance they have... while I bounce off walls, even when I'm sober.
A couple of things occurred to me tonight that I hadn't thought about. They were using a teeter-totter to bound into the air & they'd do flips & come back down. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head - just as amazing as the sheer ability to fly into the air is the ability to land on just the right spot on a narrow wooden plank. If they landed too far up the board or didn't land on the board at all, it would probably cause injury, not to mention throwing the timing for the whole act off. Later in the show they were using a safety net like a trampoline to jump into the air & be caught by performers on the swings above, sort of like a high-wire act in reverse. Once again, if the acrobat missed the net & fell to the stage below, the act would be ruined & the acrobat would probably be hurt. In an act like that, not only does the performer have to know and trust their own body to land on mark, they have to trust their fellow performers to catch them in mid-air as they are thrown back and forth between the swings.
After the acrobats left the stage, a man showed up with a ladder. Which he climbed, with no supports, no one holding the ladder... at one point he slipped between two of the rungs & I and the t.v. audience all made that sharp intake of air, that "Ah!" noise, waiting for disaster, until he flipped his body around the top rung and was on the ladder in the correct position again. At some point, an angel dropped from the ceiling and gave him a much taller ladder. Shortly after he began trying to climb the ladder & was dancing around on it, a man came up from a hole in the stage & said to no one in particular, "Excuse me, there's a big hole in your stage there." & wandered off. Of course, I and the t.v. audience were all waiting for the man dancing on the ladder to fall into the hole. They kept showing one older woman who was watching from between her fingers. They panned back over the stage & the lights illuminated the labyrinth painted on the floor, so all the hair on my body stood on end & I almost started crying, but luckily I was re-captivated by the man on his ladder, who never did fall into the hole, but instead got swept away by the ladder-giving-angel.
Ah well, I may not be able to fly, but at least I can cook. I've discovered this Mediterranean herb blend so I marinated some little steaks in it and Worcestershire sauce... I had some thick salmon filets, & I took some breadcrumbs & Parmesan cheese, blended them together with a little melted butter, lemon pepper and paprika & pressed that into the salmon & squeezed some fresh lemon juice over it, baked it for like an hour. Flipped it halfway through so the skin could get crispy & the fat could render into the meat. Sauteed some zucchini slices & fresh asparagus in lemon juice & butter. Yum yum. I'm sooo full of fish right now. Smith's has had fresh asparagus lately & it's cheap, too. I've noticed that fresh asparagus doesn't have that foul odor canned or jarred asparagus does when ya pee. It also has a spring-green flavor, and it's the best when it's still tender-crispy.
I get these urges sometimes, to just have Rob drive me out into the middle of the desert, where I can sweat and dance and cry out for visions. It would serve no purpose in the long run. Even standing in the middle of the living room & hollering, "Ok, spirits, sock it to me!" would work, but why stir things up? I spent many years shutting things down, why tease the entities-that-be? Guess I'll just sit here & watch Shin-Chan.
