A friend of a friend is a Qi Gong practitioner, migraine sufferer, and not inclined to religious thinking, so I recently called him to talk about Qi Gong, what it is, and how it might help me with my migraines, which have been sort of scary recently. He asked me a lot of questions about my temperament and habits, made some keen guesses, and he ended up recommending a couple of books and finding a Qi Gong class. I've tried acupuncture in the past, had some relief from the needles, none from the herbs. I don't mind trying another thing, as it's cheap to try, but the sharpness of the ZOMG! You gotta TRY this, it WILL SAVE YOU! air of some of the literature and some of the practitioners seems a little scary to me. I'm not looking for another belief Shitstem. I've already dealt with Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, Yahweh and His Son, and any number of other things. I'm a skeptical after all this, you know. I did start a course of chlorella, an algae, even after reading some of the literature available and not finding strong evidence towards it being as effective as advertised. It's 100 capsules, a few bucks, and has at least some nutritional value. I'm still doing a little yoga, though. Not much. Some sun salutations are all I can handle. I feel sort of seasick lately, though I did take a long walk across town to check out the new Mitsuwa market in West L.A. I got some miso soup, some cool ramen I'd never had before, and a couple of different seaweed varieties. There was an aisle for Hawaiian stuff, so there were li hing mui plums and crackseed, too. Yum for sour and sweet!
Today, I had dinner with
devilandmouse at a vegan place. I had the world's messiest vegan reuben, which was delicious. She had "fish" tacos (tempeh!) and we split chili-cheese fries. Tempeh's a good thing when done right. Native Foods does a very good job of making yummy vegan food. I'm horribly full, so I couldn't eat dessert. My cheesecake's sitting in the fridge, looking lonesome.
I've been on something of a ballet bender, so I've been watching Nureyev, Fonteyn, and Baryshnikov performances on YouTube and reading about them. I remember being a little girl and watching them, finding out how tall (short!) they were, and being amazed at how high they could leap and make it all look so beautiful. I miss dancers being part of widely celebrated culture. :)
Time for more reading, then bed.