It seems to be the thing to be doing, so my 2009 in a handful of points:

• started 2009 with my foot still in pretty wretched shape, but by Feb or March the alcohol injections finally killed off that nerve in the ball of my foot, and slowly I've come to be able to count on my feet to be there for me once again.  I still have some resculpting to do ( ( Read more... )

I wanted to make the trumpet skirt for my swan costume today, but my trumpet skirt pattern is nowhere to be found.  At least, not in any of the places where I would have thought I might have put it, like say with other patterns or with belly dance books or even in the plastic bin that contains all my skirts.  Feh.  Guess I'm ordering another one.  ( Read more... )

Not the sort of bodies who govern the Olympics, but the sorts of bodies that perform in them.  This photo essay at the New York Times Magazine is fascinating; it consists of portraits of Olympic athletes from a variety of sports and provides some physical stats on each one.  It astonishes me that somebody can have a 4,000 calorie per day diet and ( Read more... )