danceboy

"All the good tricks hurt." --A.W.

Let me just say that I learned some good tricks at silks last night...

I felt Schrödinger kick. ricevermicelli has been feeling it for a while, but she now has confirmation that it can be felt from outside her skin.

For a -.3 year old, Schrödinger has developed fair power and focus. Aim, however, needs work..

Last Wednesday I was going to be virtuous and leave the dance before 10 so I could go home and get enough sleep. Then, as I was packing up, a friend I hadn't seen in weeks came in. So I had to dance with her. Then another friend came in who I hadn't seen in a week. So I had to dance with her. Then a friend who I'd danced with earlier that night came back in to the room. So I had to dance with her...
In the end, I stopped dancing when the DJ stopped spinning.

On Sunday, after the jam, I was approached by a lovely dancer to dance with her so that she could have pictures for an article she's doing on contact. So I had to dance with her...

Last night, I danced blissfully til the end, hugged my goodbyes, and then dragged mzrowan and doeeyedbunny to Tosci's. And today I was wondering why I felt tired, and why the last mile of today's run was harder than it should have been.

I've heard that willpower can be useful, but I clearly wouldn't know from personal experience.

Earlier today I recieved unsolicited professional observations that my heart speeds up when ricevermicelli walks by.

I hear that they gamble at Rick's...

Hey all, if anyone is using firefox, please check this out. It turns out that due to Firefox correctly implementing a flawed standard, it is vulnerable to certain spoofing attacks. They've come up with a fix pretty quickly, and it's yet another reason to get AdBlock...

I do not believe that any attacks were found using this, it looks like some people discovered the problem and then announced it.

I feel vaguely like I'm giving in to peer pressure by doing this, but I also feel like I must write about Arisia.
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Last night I let myself get dragged to Baptiste Power Yoga (kind of Ashtanga, but more so; hotter room, more athletic) by a co-worker (henceforth CW). I was wondering whether I would bump into people I knew. I did.

One was someone I knew years ago from the SCA, and have occasionally bumped into at Fetish Fleas. CW knows I was in the SCA, considers it a bit weird, but he's a geek so he basically gets it. The flea was mentioned as "the flea".

Another was someone I know from CI (henceforth R). I'm a little leery of my co-workers knowing that I dance. I'm not too worried, but I haven't mentioned it to people, even when asked "so what are you doing tonight?". Just general "I don't want people to think of me as weird in a situation where them thinking so might make me unemployed".

The thing is, I've been flirting with R for a couple of months now (less so lately as I don't care for her evident taste in snuggle-bunnies (but then, to be fair, some of the otherwise smartest women fall for this guy. I'm convinced that he either gets much saner in bed, or he has a prehensile penis.)), and I really don't want that whole poly thing getting around the office. I could live with the social aspects of it, but the imminent unemployment aspects would bother me. Plus I start getting a whole "none of their business" kind of ornery.

CW has met my wife in passing, so he knows I have one, and what she looks like. He knows it isn't R. I'm reasonably sure he didn't catch the flirt-energy (I made sure to introduce him to R quickly as "my co-worker", and R is generally pretty aware). I even think that CW wouldn't pass such gossip around if he did catch on. It just felt odd...

I mean you'd think that this isn't that big a deal. You'd probably think that it's particularly not that big a deal for someone who is upside down as often as I am ("Any time that the groom inverts himself, there will be a picture taken." - mangosteen). But there's a difference. When I go onto my hands, I've pretty much always been in a slow hyperbolic arc. Until now, anytime it looked like I was doing a handstand, I was really doing a very slow cartwheel or walkover. I could play with it some, but I couldn't just stand still on my hands.

Which is what I just did. I went upside down and I concentrated on missing the ground. And I did. I played with my balance for a bit (like leaning forward onto my toes, then mostly onto one foot), then decided to come down. Forward bend for three breaths, then roll back to normal standing.

I feel vaguely silly that there are specific physical things that I want to be able to do, and for vaguely silly reasons (e.g. being able to do a split opens up entirely new ways to roll around on the floor, or up a wall. It lets you change direction without moving your legs.), but I still feel thrilled that I managed this one.

I told ricevermicelli and she kissed my head.

Well, actually no, not really. But the weather today was classic New England. It alternated at least fifteen times between cold rain, light sun shower, and fairly warm sun.

Yesterday we had what is reputed to be the best ice cream in Paris, and it was really good. It would stay in business in Boston. I think I prefer Tosci's, and nothing beats the Icecream-smith if you're looking for butter fat, but it was good.

We've been hitting a list we were given of the best places to go for hot chocolate. I think it's a toss up twixt Burdicks and any of these, but then there's only the one (alright, there's two, but the other one is far away) Burdicks, and there's a bunch of these.

Much like Boston, there's not really enough room for all the people, and the subway is good, but clearly organically grown rather than planned (and an accessibility nightmare (no no, much worse than Boston. Ask me about the signs that seem to suggest grabbing blind people and shoving them where you think they should go)).

And it's still just prettier than anywhere else I've been.

We're pointedly not rushing about, trying to see everything in one week. I like to think that we'd be sane enough not to try even if it was possible.

The local CI jam was fun, though surprisingly un-social. They just didn't hang around chatting afterwards, they didn't have circles at the opening or closing, they didn't seem to know each other. But they liked to fly.

Let's see other impressions, I'm sitting in front of a Dell monitor, and it's just one of the bajillion US brands I've been seeing everywhere. There seems to be a law regarding attractive women wearing tight pants. Paris is much cleaner than I recall. The "q" and the "a" keys have switched places. The other key switches bother me, but the third most common letter in English (though I imagine that "q" is more common in French than English)... My credit card doesn't seem to be working, I get to go find out why.