May 13th, 2010
|02:52 am - Cobwebs!|
Whoa. Does anyone actually use LJ anymore? I walk in here and there are cobwebs everywhere and five inches of dust on everything. Hmm.
May 29th, 2009
|07:24 pm - Europe bound!|
So given the whole not-tied-down-by-a-job thing, I'd been thinking for a while of taking a solo trip to Europe.
Then, my dearest Mika announces an intimate, acoustic, European tour. So on Sunday, I'm grabbing my backpack and getting on a plane. To Amsterdam. I mean, when am I going to have a chance like this again? I've always wanted to see more of the world, and this is good a time as any, methinks.
I'm doing Amsterdam, Brussels, Milan, and London. I really wonder what I'll think of the whole thing. I'm so incredibly excited, and rather nervous as well. After all, traveling alone, everything is all on me - from feeding myself to translating the Dutch text on my train ticket that gets me from Holland to Belgium.
I'm excited for the gigs (four gigs in four countries, how decadent is that??) and for the adventure. It'll be one to tell my future children about, for sure.
Wish me luck!
Current Mood: excited
April 7th, 2009
|07:23 pm - Mana does Yoga|
So a couple weekends ago I tried my hand at some of the yoga poses using a friend's Wii Fit. Some I was okay at, others I failed miserably at - like a tree pose that saw me stumble right off the Wii's balance board.
Graceful, thy name is Mana.
So, given that I am (still!) an unemployed haus frau, I decided to enroll in an all-levels morning yoga class. I'm really trying to make an effort at staying on the wagon in terms of eating better and exercising, especially since I don't currently have pesky things like, oh, a career getting in the way.
Today was my first class.
I walked in feeling a little apprehensive, since I have a pretty purple yoga mat that I'm quite attached to, that I'd forgotten to find in advance of the class. So I was resigned to using the mats provided by the studio.
Now, let me state for the record that I haven't done any proper yoga since high school, so I was rather rusty. I walk into the room, and the only light is streaming in from the small square windows at the top of the back mirrored wall. A couple lit candles take up the space in the centre of the room. I get a mat and stake out some floor space in an empty corner, then introduce myself to the instructor. Her name is...Marie, I think? She's likely somewhere in her fifties, hair leaning toward white in a way that makes me think it was a pretty shade of blond a decade ago. She checks my name off on her list, then instructs me to get a square foam thingy that will be needed for later poses. Most of the other women in the room seem to be a lot more at home; I'm thinking most of them have done this before, likely enrolling in a class or two each season. Many of them were already in a pose that involves laying on one's back, pressing one's butt up against the wall, legs perpendicular to the torso. I get into that position as well, and the class begins.
Marie's voice is soothing, but it takes me about 15 minutes to get over feelings of hyper-awareness. Close your eyes, she tells us, but many of the poses are unfamiliar to me and I can't help but sneak glances at Marie and the other women around me, wondering if I'm getting the poses correct. Feel the tension leave your lower back, she says. The CD starts to skip. It the zip-zip-zip of the skipping track makes me a little twitchy before Marie stops it, switches CDs, and peaceful music begins again.
Onto our knees now. This is going well. So far, so good. The class is an interesting mix; all female, me the youngest by at least five years by my guess. The woman beside me is nicely tanned. I-just-got-back-from-Antigua kind of tanned, not I-just-dropped-ten-bucks-on-a-bottle-of-fake-and-bake tanned. Her toes are also perfectly manicured, sticking out beneath the hems of her black Lululemon yoga pants. I decide she likely lives in one of the nice houses in Elbow Park or Britannica, and has a wealthy husband bringing home a nice paycheque.
On the other side of the room is a woman in cotton workout pants and a grey t-shirt. Her hair hangs over her face. I'm thinking she's likely a mother, probably having just dropped her youngest off at preschool before stopping by. Across from her is an older lady - I'm thinking 60+ at least. Kudos to her for getting out and leading an active lifestyle, especially since she likely lived four decades of life before she'd even heard of yoga. She's pear-shaped, and I wonder if she's had kids. I decide she's probably got four or five adult children, and will leave the yoga studio thinking of plans for Easter weekend.
Back to the task at hand. Now we're onto downward dog. Crap. I cannot for the life of me get into that position. Never have been able to. In fact, I can't bend over and touch my toes (without bending my knees). Never been able to; I think it has to do with un-stretchy muscles in the backs of my thighs. Maybe if I keep at this, I'll be able to downward dog like a pro...eventually. I do admittedly take comfort in the fact that only one other woman, apart from the instructor, can keep her feet flat and bend over all the way. Hehe. We're all bad downward dogs. But, I try. Bending forward like that puts my nose in close contact with the mat. It smells distinctly of sand, and for about sixty seconds I miss La Jolla, California, in a way that aches. I'm feeling an energy in oft-neglected muscle groups that makes me understand why people go to resorts in various seashores and rivieras and sign up for sunrise yoga classes.
Soon we're onto the dead bug pose. This I'm digging. I'm thinking, office meetings would be so much better if people could all get together in a board room, but instead of slouching in cheap Staples office chairs, they all rock a dead bug pose while discussing project deliverables and whatnot.
The last twenty minutes of the 90-minute class are spent practicing various forms of meditation. Marie talks of how we have chakras stretching from the perineum, then going upward through our bodies in a straight line. I'm suddenly all too aware of how crappy my posture is. Must fix that. We try a couple different meditation techniques, then go around in a circle discussing what we liked and disliked. There's a subtle energy in the room, like this bunch of strangers have all come together to do something really good for our widely varying bodies, something rejuvenating.
The class ends, and any feelings of apprehension are gone. I still miss my lucky purple mat. But I feel like a freakin' rockstar - and a slightly more flexible one, at that.
Current Mood: refreshed
Current Music: Eels - Fashion Awards
|02:19 am - Even hotel chains are needy and insecure.|
So a few days ago I got a survey emailed to me from Days Inn following my random spontaneous road trip with misterknuckles and mathgeek_0001. I didn't bother to complete it. Today, I got the following:
"Recently, we sent you an invitation to complete a Guest Satisfaction Survey concerning your stay with us at Days Inn GREAT FALLS, where you checked out on March 29, 2009.
We noticed that you did not have time to complete the survey. We are concerned that you may not have responded because we have somehow failed to live up to your expectations.
To complete the survey, please click on the web address below. If that does not work, please copy and paste the entire web address into the address field of your browser..."
I love that. "You obviously didn't complete our survey because we suck. Poor, poor us."
Poor emo budget hotel. *pats it gently*
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: E's Tune - E
October 5th, 2008
I am still alive. Really.
Just between Mika stuff and Facebook and RL, I've been neglecting my poor, poor LiveJournal.
And our five-year anniversary is coming up! *pats LJ lovingly, and makes mental note to update more*
Current Mood: okay
April 1st, 2008
|10:47 pm - April Fools!|
So me and a few other Mika fans decided to have a bit of fun with the fellow members of our Mika fan community today.
This is our masterpiece. It was very entertaining how many people didn't even question the idea that Mika had run off to India to take up yogic flying:
Current Mood: amused
March 16th, 2008
Can anyone tell me why my page has suddenly decided to left-align itself??
March 11th, 2008
|02:19 am - Eureka!|
So I'm not just lazy, or into self-torture. There's a possible medical explanation for why I'm far more alert now than I guarantee I will be in 12 hours, why if left to my own devices my sleep pattern always seems to shift about four or five hours from where it should be:
That's me to a tee.
"Attempting to force oneself through 9–5 life with DSPS has been compared to constantly living with 6 hours of jet lag. Often, sufferers manage only a few hours sleep a night during the working week, then compensate by sleeping until the afternoon on weekends."
Yes, yes, yes! I'm not crazy! Hurrah!
Current Mood: awake
February 16th, 2008
|09:59 am - Mana and Mika = BFFs|
Wasn't just at the Vancouver show - I was IN the show.
Current Mood: Utterly Elated
February 14th, 2008
|01:49 am - Mikaahh|
Love Love Mika.
Sitting in my San Francisco hotel room - just watched my golden boy perform on Leno. Some of my fellow fan clubbers got tickets to the Leno taping direct from Mika's mom after the gig last night - can someone remind me why I don't live in California? Mika's mom is a peach, btw. Oh and I got a hug from Mika after the LA gig. He's amazing, and yes, I've gone off the deep end. I know y'all laugh at my fandom, but that's tickety-boo - you can try to make me go to Mika rehab, and I'll say no, no, no. It's like a tsunami in cartoon motion, and I'm more than happy to let it wash over me. That's the thing about the Interweb - no matter how crazed you are, you can find like-minded people.
I can't explain this trip. The weather, the people, the planning, the sun, the ocean, my Mika...it's been brilliant. I hope they do elect to transfer Andrew to San Diego after the wedding.
I should go to bed now. Flying to Vancouver tomorrow in advance of Mika's Friday gig there. Can't get enough of this pretty man - wish he came to this continent more. Sigh.
Video from the gig:
Me and my man - SO attentive with each fan. He loves the book we made him. Everybody's certainly gonna Love Today.
Current Mood: high