an actual update, not just links!
Hey, Houstonians--
They Might Be Giants is playing March 6th at the Meridian. Tickets are $20. Considering I know some of you are slightly fond of their work, thought I'd pass the info on.
2008 so far has been pretty good for me. Had a lovely prolonged existential crisis over the holidays and early in the month, the sort I have every so often when I realize how painfully mortal I am and there's not a damn thing I can do about it, but have mostly come to terms with it. Starting to think a bit about finding some kind of ... spirituality, I guess, that I can live with. Organized religion's not my thing, but I do feel that need to sometimes tap into the side of us that believes in something more.
And that above paragraph is an extremely condensed version of the thoughts that have been agonizing me for the past few weeks. It's not something I feel comfortable discussing, but I feel it's something I do need to mention.
It does help that I've been keeping myself busy. Monday nights I now bowl with a league! Both my parents bowled religiously when we lived at George AFB in California, and my father is still a bowler, so there's a slight eerie feeling of "oh god, i'm becoming my parents," but I'm having fun, and it's getting me out of the house and dealing with people, which is good.
Yesterday was my third belly dance class, and I. Freaking. Love. It. There's an intermediate class before and after my beginner class, and I love coming a few minutes early and just watching them. I love watching dancers in general, and doing it myself, love watching the ways the human body can move and how graceful and vibrant it can be. I want that grace for myself, to be able to perform, to roll my hips and snake my arms. The studio is lined with mirrors, and with my height and lankiness, I can, at times, cut an elegant figure. If that phrase makes any sense whatsoever.
So, yes, that's life for me right now. I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks I'll be signing up for classes again... but this time at a 4-yr university. It's only been, what, 6 years coming? Better than never. And hey, I might get my degree before I turn 30. ...*shudder* How horrifying that I can even see that particular day coming. Not that it'll fundamentally change who I am. That's just the kind of awareness I have right now, and I'm doing my best to deal with it. Stupid, cursed self-awareness.
They Might Be Giants is playing March 6th at the Meridian. Tickets are $20. Considering I know some of you are slightly fond of their work, thought I'd pass the info on.
2008 so far has been pretty good for me. Had a lovely prolonged existential crisis over the holidays and early in the month, the sort I have every so often when I realize how painfully mortal I am and there's not a damn thing I can do about it, but have mostly come to terms with it. Starting to think a bit about finding some kind of ... spirituality, I guess, that I can live with. Organized religion's not my thing, but I do feel that need to sometimes tap into the side of us that believes in something more.
And that above paragraph is an extremely condensed version of the thoughts that have been agonizing me for the past few weeks. It's not something I feel comfortable discussing, but I feel it's something I do need to mention.
It does help that I've been keeping myself busy. Monday nights I now bowl with a league! Both my parents bowled religiously when we lived at George AFB in California, and my father is still a bowler, so there's a slight eerie feeling of "oh god, i'm becoming my parents," but I'm having fun, and it's getting me out of the house and dealing with people, which is good.
Yesterday was my third belly dance class, and I. Freaking. Love. It. There's an intermediate class before and after my beginner class, and I love coming a few minutes early and just watching them. I love watching dancers in general, and doing it myself, love watching the ways the human body can move and how graceful and vibrant it can be. I want that grace for myself, to be able to perform, to roll my hips and snake my arms. The studio is lined with mirrors, and with my height and lankiness, I can, at times, cut an elegant figure. If that phrase makes any sense whatsoever.
So, yes, that's life for me right now. I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks I'll be signing up for classes again... but this time at a 4-yr university. It's only been, what, 6 years coming? Better than never. And hey, I might get my degree before I turn 30. ...*shudder* How horrifying that I can even see that particular day coming. Not that it'll fundamentally change who I am. That's just the kind of awareness I have right now, and I'm doing my best to deal with it. Stupid, cursed self-awareness.