The workout didn't click

Today's was a short workout because not only was I finding I had to stop early on a number of things, I just wasn't getting into it. So I stopped, did my stretches, showered, and went down to Chinatown for lunch. The gym will be there tomorrow, or Saturday, or Monday.

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The workout didn't click

Today's was a short workout because not only was I finding I had to stop early on a number of things, I just wasn't getting into it. So I stopped, did my stretches, showered, and went down to Chinatown for lunch. The gym will be there tomorrow, or Saturday, or Monday.

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Doing things the hard way

My favorite jeweler, elisem, is having a clearance sale. Instead of splurging a whole $12 for this pendant, I'm taking on an artist's challenge, which means I'll need to sort out something that all those branches are pointing to, and what those pearls are trying to say.

[The precise phrasing of this post is part of the process, though I'll know much more once I have the branch in my hand.]

Doing things the hard way

My favorite jeweler, elisem, is having a clearance sale. Instead of splurging a whole $12 for this pendant, I'm taking on an artist's challenge, which means I'll need to sort out something that all those branches are pointing to, and what those pearls are trying to say.

[The precise phrasing of this post is part of the process, though I'll know much more once I have the branch in my hand.]

Provoked by a random remark in someone else's journal

Anyone who asks me "Is that a guy or a girl?" is almost certainly going to get one of the following three answers: Yes; No; Why do you want to know?

Addendum: Part of what I was thinking [and didn't say] is that, unless the person is asking about a young child (or a dog, cat, or other non-human), I'd be wondering "why are you asking me? Why not ask the person directly?" [If I'm out and about as the caretaker of a young child, of course you'd ask me, along with things like "how old is s/he?"

Also, the appropriate pronoun for talking to someone you meet is, in English at least, not gendered: "you" covers singular and plural, of any genders.

Provoked by a random remark in someone else's journal

Anyone who asks me "Is that a guy or a girl?" is almost certainly going to get one of the following three answers: Yes; No; Why do you want to know?

Addendum: Part of what I was thinking [and didn't say] is that, unless the person is asking about a young child (or a dog, cat, or other non-human), I'd be wondering "why are you asking me? Why not ask the person directly?" [If I'm out and about as the caretaker of a young child, of course you'd ask me, along with things like "how old is s/he?"

Also, the appropriate pronoun for talking to someone you meet is, in English at least, not gendered: "you" covers singular and plural, of any genders.

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Beware the Dread Pirate Zarqawi!

(I'm not sure how this got posted to anonymousclaire first.)

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Beware the Dread Pirate Zarqawi!

(I'm not sure how this got posted to anonymousclaire first.)

Sometimes being out has its price

Tuesday afternoon, a couple of days after not going to my high school reunion, I got email from the one person I most regretted not seeing, Dawn. She gave me the brief summary of what she's up to--family, job, location--and asked about me. I wrote back and gave her a summary, which included "I'm living in upper Manhattan (Inwood) with Andy and our cat (no children), and also have two wonderful long-distance sweeties. No alpha males (or alpha females) in the bunch, just a mostly quiet life that involves sometimes inconvenient amounts of travel. [She described her household as "cat, son, daughter, and alpha male".]"

I haven't heard back from her, and am starting to suspect I'm not going to. I'm disappointed, but if we were going to be back in touch in anything resembling a meaningful way (she'd googled me and found the Wikipedia stuff), this was going to come up, and better now than later. I can have an impersonal relationship--anything from buying a loaf of rye bread to doing freelance editorial work for someone--and not mention my beloveds. I'm not going to try maintaining a friendship, or creating a new one based in part on what we were to each other in high school, if I have to hide something this important. Because I don't have to and being out is not only good for me psychologically, it makes it a little easier for the next person.

Maybe I'm misreading two days' silence. Maybe she's taking a few days to think about it, and I'll hear back from her, with something in the range from "I couldn't do that, but if it works for you, that's cool" to "How does that work?"

[Belatedly friends-locking this because I pointed her at this journal, and if I am misreading her silence, or for that matter if she's thinking "okay, that's weird, but it's Vicki, maybe it's okay," I don't want her to see this right at the top.]

Sometimes being out has its price

Tuesday afternoon, a couple of days after not going to my high school reunion, I got email from the one person I most regretted not seeing, Dawn. She gave me the brief summary of what she's up to--family, job, location--and asked about me. I wrote back and gave her a summary, which included "I'm living in upper Manhattan (Inwood) with Andy and our cat (no children), and also have two wonderful long-distance sweeties. No alpha males (or alpha females) in the bunch, just a mostly quiet life that involves sometimes inconvenient amounts of travel. [She described her household as "cat, son, daughter, and alpha male".]"

I haven't heard back from her, and am starting to suspect I'm not going to. I'm disappointed, but if we were going to be back in touch in anything resembling a meaningful way (she'd googled me and found the Wikipedia stuff), this was going to come up, and better now than later. I can have an impersonal relationship--anything from buying a loaf of rye bread to doing freelance editorial work for someone--and not mention my beloveds. I'm not going to try maintaining a friendship, or creating a new one based in part on what we were to each other in high school, if I have to hide something this important. Because I don't have to and being out is not only good for me psychologically, it makes it a little easier for the next person.

Maybe I'm misreading two days' silence. Maybe she's taking a few days to think about it, and I'll hear back from her, with something in the range from "I couldn't do that, but if it works for you, that's cool" to "How does that work?"

[Belatedly friends-locking this because I pointed her at this journal, and if I am misreading her silence, or for that matter if she's thinking "okay, that's weird, but it's Vicki, maybe it's okay," I don't want her to see this right at the top.]