mysticsavage’s posterous

http://uwnews.org/uweek/article.aspx?id=53755

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http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/UnNews:Gay_Marriage_Responsible_for_Global_Warming

From C. Scott Davis, who also discovered and mapped the homosphere.

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This is one of the most brilliant and enjoyable stories I've read in a long time, written by my very good special friend Allen. 

Go.  Read.  Enjoy!

http://doctorturvy.livejournal.com/6711.html

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The lemon cucumbers looked especially good today.  She reached a gnarled hand slowly toward the display and cradled one round, spiny vegetable in her palm, drawing it into her cart.  It had been a long time since she'd had a cucumber sandwich, and longer still since she'd had one with a touch of the spicy cranberry jelly that he'd introduced to her.  Holding on to the handle of the cart, she moved slowly up toward the end of the produce aisle.  Her feet, as always, ached and she had to move slowly, stretching now and then in a futile attempt to ameliorate the pain shooting from her hip to her knee.  She liked to imagine that she still had some grace.  Everything is a dance, she remembered him saying back in the days before Martha Graham was a household name, before the Alexander Technique became just another module in a student's schedule.  Everything is a dance.  And even now, decades later, she was mindful, knew where her feet was and could feel the floor through them, knew the hum of theater in the people around her.  She no longer leaped across half a stage from one partner to another, but she danced with every iota of her being, with her fingers, now feathering across the fennel, with her cart as she moved to let a younger woman pass.

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I found ten minutes on the street yesterday--a shiny, bright, new chunk of time just there under the new metal bench a thte bus stop at 4th & Pike.  I found a brand new ten minutes and I didn't know what to do with it.
It was not enough time to work out--change into yoga pants, get on the treadmill, go, go, go for only what?  a minute?  and then to have to shower and come back out to rejoin my day.  It wasn't enough time to write--barely enough time to frame a couple of paragraphs--at most--about a protagonist and then I would ahve had to abandon her there at the bus stop.  It wasn't enough time to get my nails done, not properly, and they wouldn't have been able to dry.  It might have been enough time to meditate, but it was not enough time to decide how to meditate -- transcendental?  zen?  visualization?  visualizing nothing? -- and by this time it had dwindled, and there was not even enough time to go to Starbuck's a block away and get a cup of coffee. 
In the end I dropped it and watched it blow away, skittering down the sidewalk in a sudden gust of wind, getting smaller and smaller in the distance.  My bus came and I boarded it.  Twenty minutes from downtown to work.  How would I spend that time?

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Wow.  This sure brings new meaning to the words "May the Force Be With You".  (NSFW).

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I was riding the bus this morning up Capitol Hill and looked out the window to see a slant of sunshine highlighting a leafy tree against a beautiful old brick building.  My first thought was "Wow!  The graphics are awesome!"  ...That can't be a good sign.

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I've been playing with perceptions of heat in the last couple of days, and trying to feel the sensations without adding all the usual judgments I put on them.  Can I feel the weight of the heat on my face, for example, without thinking "oppressive"?  Can I enjoy -- or not even enjoy, but just experience the back of an un -air-conditioned bus and not think "horrible" "sweltering" and "gonna die"? I start wondering if even the experience of heat -- labeling this sensation "hot" -- isn't just another judgment?  Because whether something is hot or cold is relative to the point at which I expect it to be otherwise.  On Venus, this "hot" day would be cold. 

I've also come up with a couple of ways to be more comfortable.  I've been soaking my t-shirt at night until the evening cools down.  I've frozen a bottle of water at work and then carried it on the first bus, icing my wrists & neck all the way to downtown, and then drinking the water (now melted) on the second bus.  I remember going to day camp in Kansas, and I used to soak my bandanna and wear it in imitation of my counselor, Mary Cook, who knew everything.  The other thing we used to do was soak our heads before going on hikes.  The whole group would pour water over our heads...really kept us cool, as I recall.  And we had sno-cones in the afternoon.  And once per summer, we'd get big blocks of ice put in the swimming pool and have what Doc called the "polar bear swim". 

So although it's been record-breaking temp here in Seattle, I've been, if not comfortable, not miserable.  And even kind of fun.

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The last two days have been the busiest since I've started working here, and now:  JulNaWriMo.  Am not going to be able to do much tonight, but will try to get a little puttering start...enough to build on over the long weekend.

In the meantime:  ACK! 

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"As cool as it might sound, being a special snowflake in a sea of semi-conscious dirt clods is a hard place to find yourself, no matter who you are."

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