it can't rain at Indian Wells
Sep. 15th, 2010 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenThank you for all of the book recommendations yesterday, lovely flist. I have made a list. In the meantime I really should be reading Taking Rights Seriously, although something in my brains seizes up and rebels every time I try and read about rule-utilitarianism.
Anyway, things and stuff. I am feeling surprisingly good. The weather's turning, slowly; it's doing it via cooling temperatures and melodramatic detours into thunderstorms. I've lived my whole life in a maritime temperate climate, I am not used to capital-W Weather! Seriously: there was a thunderstorm last week that woke me up because the flashes lit up behind my eyelids, and I got up and watched the sky just splitting open above my head. It was awesome, in the original sense - this kind of purplish grandeur. And then there was another storm yesterday afternoon, while I was esconced in a seminar on the ins and outs of constitutional theory. "Yes, but," one of the speakers was saying, "you don't have a concrete conception of authority, do you, is it all relational?"
"How about we define it first," I suggested.
A purple flash - the room lights up, then comes the thunder.
"That's authority," he said.
...I'm sorry, I am very easily amused.
What else, what else? I think I'm settling in. I think so. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, all the rest of it. I am sort-of maybe being talk-therapied again, not because I'm not well but because I do best in natural light, and Ithaca has long, long cold winters and I suspect it's best to be pre-emptive about these things. One of my intake questions was, I am really, seriously, not making this up, "Did you have a happy childhood?"
....yes, actually. The new therapist is not nearly as fabulous as the old one, but that probably says more about the latter than the former.
What else, what else. I wanted to do a sports class, so I tried a few during add-drop - swing dance was not for me and my hideously uncoordinated feet, and while I wanted to like the boxing class I tried, I didn't really; before I was in a women's class, and this one was mixed, and, er, I am quite strong for my size - kilogram for kilogram, certainly - but there's no way I'm keeping up with six-foot burly men. And I kept thinking, I should keep up, I should keep up, and if I were, amazingly strong and fit rather than averagely so, I would - but then I thought, fuck this, I want to do something for averagely fit women, because I am one and I deserve to be catered to, and dropped the class.
So after that I gave up on organised sport - a wise choice, in retrospect - and discovered the pool, and cold water is currently putting up enough of a fight to keep me going at the moment. I am trying to learn (or re-learn, possibly? I'm sure seven-year-old me was taught it at some point) front crawl without, y'know, swallowing half the pool, and it's a slow and comedic process. (I am looking at diagrams on Wikipedia! I think this probably says someting about how I live my life.) And when I'm not doing that, swimming lengths any old how makes me come out feeling fabulously buzzed and a lot more settled into skin.
Um. What else. I am really, really looking forward to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide. And because apparently I'm on a teeny-tiny fandom kick, I wrote 3000 words of Chrestomanci fic last night, dear self, who's even going to read that, but it was the first writing I've done here so that's probably suggestive of settling in. (As is the total, ridiculous, biohazardous mess of my apartment.)
Oh, and, one last thing!musesfool passed this along: fic prompts using episode titles from other fandoms! I have a horrible memory for episode titles - by which I mean I remember them all every one - so, yeah. If I am ever not sleepy again, I should write something. I did leave this one: Doctor Who, Doctor/River, "You Are Cordially Invited..." (Deep Space Nine). Someone should write it for me, because I am not at all demanding.
I am supposed to be going out for dinner. Coffee and nap time.
Anyway, things and stuff. I am feeling surprisingly good. The weather's turning, slowly; it's doing it via cooling temperatures and melodramatic detours into thunderstorms. I've lived my whole life in a maritime temperate climate, I am not used to capital-W Weather! Seriously: there was a thunderstorm last week that woke me up because the flashes lit up behind my eyelids, and I got up and watched the sky just splitting open above my head. It was awesome, in the original sense - this kind of purplish grandeur. And then there was another storm yesterday afternoon, while I was esconced in a seminar on the ins and outs of constitutional theory. "Yes, but," one of the speakers was saying, "you don't have a concrete conception of authority, do you, is it all relational?"
"How about we define it first," I suggested.
A purple flash - the room lights up, then comes the thunder.
"That's authority," he said.
...I'm sorry, I am very easily amused.
What else, what else? I think I'm settling in. I think so. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, all the rest of it. I am sort-of maybe being talk-therapied again, not because I'm not well but because I do best in natural light, and Ithaca has long, long cold winters and I suspect it's best to be pre-emptive about these things. One of my intake questions was, I am really, seriously, not making this up, "Did you have a happy childhood?"
....yes, actually. The new therapist is not nearly as fabulous as the old one, but that probably says more about the latter than the former.
What else, what else. I wanted to do a sports class, so I tried a few during add-drop - swing dance was not for me and my hideously uncoordinated feet, and while I wanted to like the boxing class I tried, I didn't really; before I was in a women's class, and this one was mixed, and, er, I am quite strong for my size - kilogram for kilogram, certainly - but there's no way I'm keeping up with six-foot burly men. And I kept thinking, I should keep up, I should keep up, and if I were, amazingly strong and fit rather than averagely so, I would - but then I thought, fuck this, I want to do something for averagely fit women, because I am one and I deserve to be catered to, and dropped the class.
So after that I gave up on organised sport - a wise choice, in retrospect - and discovered the pool, and cold water is currently putting up enough of a fight to keep me going at the moment. I am trying to learn (or re-learn, possibly? I'm sure seven-year-old me was taught it at some point) front crawl without, y'know, swallowing half the pool, and it's a slow and comedic process. (I am looking at diagrams on Wikipedia! I think this probably says someting about how I live my life.) And when I'm not doing that, swimming lengths any old how makes me come out feeling fabulously buzzed and a lot more settled into skin.
Um. What else. I am really, really looking forward to
yuletide. And because apparently I'm on a teeny-tiny fandom kick, I wrote 3000 words of Chrestomanci fic last night, dear self, who's even going to read that, but it was the first writing I've done here so that's probably suggestive of settling in. (As is the total, ridiculous, biohazardous mess of my apartment.)Oh, and, one last thing!
musesfool passed this along: fic prompts using episode titles from other fandoms! I have a horrible memory for episode titles - by which I mean I remember them all every one - so, yeah. If I am ever not sleepy again, I should write something. I did leave this one: Doctor Who, Doctor/River, "You Are Cordially Invited..." (Deep Space Nine). Someone should write it for me, because I am not at all demanding.I am supposed to be going out for dinner. Coffee and nap time.
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on 2010-09-16 06:21 pm (UTC)