So I was just browsing around and saw the new Twilight promo with all of those hot native dudes and I was just thinking how Ed from Northern Exposure is the hottest, so I wonder, hmm, what's Ed up to these days so I am looking around and find that I can add him to my list of famous people born in Winfield. Winfield is the place where my parents met, it is the place where Phil Lesh's mother was born and has been sort of prominent lately because I am trying hard to get my family and myself or at least just myself down to the bluegrass festival that is held therein.

Hmmm

so I did it. I joined up with the heavy metal marimba band. It's a whole lot of nothing right now, there are no other members that I can tell but the record is just lacking bass. It's really interesting stuff and very zappa esque with some seriously chop oriented fastness. I've gotta say that so far I like it.

hmmm.

Ouch

Dabbers showed up at 2 with nightmares so I ended up on the couch. Our couch is a love seat. Not sure what she's nightmaring about, yesterday was pretty regular. She has discovered the joys of serial literature. Yesterday as she finished Ruby the Red Fairy she came a running to tell me that "Mama! We have to get the next book so I can find out what happens next!" So I head to the internet where I find that the series goes on for 88 books with more planned. And now I am really behind on my reading because I wanna read her stuff too. And then I had this incredibly funny thought that maybe Daisy Meadows (the author) is actually Tom the bad neighbor. HA HA

So yesterday while getting into the first of the sun sals brokedown palace came on the show I was listening to and all of a sudden I was Jerry lying there by himself dying on that bed like he did. I am trying to document these things that happen on the mat where I'm gone and someone else is here, not sure why.

Everything just really goes so much better when I DO the yoga.

that is all

guarding against fingertip bruising

I hate it when that happens. Today I am off to audition for a marimba fronted heavy metal band. Could be interesting. Then comes Outskirts rehearsal, where I shall employ tree pose and a loud ohm at that one that is always after my goat.

I finally have found a yarn a pattern combination with which to make my next thing(s?), I felt like the tibetan sand painter guys yesterday when I frogged my almost completed and almost 100g intricately cabled glove, which was just the wrong size. John felt that they insulted his manhood so I was left with the task of completing the first and making the second without the inspiration of knowing that I would enjoy them or even knowing WHO would, and I am not interested in making this project for random OTHER, this yarn is for me or mine.

But now I have learned to make the most awesomest sock cuff ever and I think I need to go and invest in some washing machine bags. If folks would keep the hand knits out of the dryer I wouldn't have to suffer the loss of so many I do not think.

The Bad Plus

Is playing at 10:30 tonight. I have tickets. I'm not sure what I'm going to do to stay awake for it, other than come home for a nap after my lesson.

I have a new student, he is smart and funny. I feel like Mrs. Bennet, I can't help but wonder which of these kids are going to keep hanging around.

Ella peed at school yesterday and has been having episodes at night. We're all sort of running on stress fumes right now. I am pushing everyone to give me a little more space. We're all gearing up for me to leave for the longest time ever.

Page of swords reversed, and the hanged man. Feeling a little sensitive and ignored, but I should just get used to that as it is par for the course and really is a benefit to me in that I am free to do and think what I want. It is unfortunate that I cannot seem to interest anyone else in these things, but that cannot concern me.

Major decision of the day: Ballet or scouts? I am totally on the side of ballet but dabbers gets so sad when it runs over and we don't make it back for scouts. I am about done with scouts because after this entire year of asking to be put on the stupid parent announcement e-mail list so that I can know what is going on no one can seem to put me on this list. I do not know what is going on. I am seriously annoyed, and do not really want to be in their club anymore. It does not help that the person in charge reeks of cigarettes. I know I am a huge hippiecrit but I've got a list and that's on it. I am about done with organized anything in this town.

This post brought to you by the letters PMS

fucking hate the big 10 and I fucking hate fucking roy williams.

there. I said that too.

Ooooh, but I got a new Ashtanga book that has a page for each pose with all of my needed variations so that I can just dig in on that TODAY. That'll help immensely...