green goodness

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good christ is that shit delicious. would that it came in the one litre bottle because the little ones cost a fortune.

i don't think i want to admit how much i just spent on juice. or that i found a source that's closer to my house. this could be a problem.

in other news i've rediscovered something. i truly love grocery shopping at midnight on the weekends. there is something about wandering through a grocery store at one o'clock in the morning while meandering through the aisles and glancing at all the people that is just so satisfying. there's no pressure, you don't have to do anything or be anywhere.

you're just wandering around in a place filled with delicious food.

today i brought home a couple of things that i've had before but never cooked and a couple of things that i've never tried. i'm working on expanding my food choices since i've been dropping foods left and right for the last few years.

it helps that my probably soon to be roomie is a veg and lebanese so his food choices are totally different from mine. we're expanding each other's diets. well he's doing more than i am cause he's better at it but i did get the killer homemade granola recipe so... (and i brought him a green goodness!)

pile and i are tired of this building and can sit around and not talk for hours so it seems worth doing and since neither of us seems likely to get married anytime soon it should be pretty stable too. best part is we're similarly neat and have about the same tolerance for filth or lack thereof.
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we did the sacroiliac joint workshop today and i learned several daunting things. for example? yeah it has FIFTEEN different axes of rotation. fifteen. not like two or three or something nice and logical oh no. FIFTEEN!

they don't even say forward and back they say nutation and counter nutation. we had to palpate the posterior superior iliac spine. and the inferior lateral angle and the sacral sulcas (spelling????) and do different moves and try different things and feel each other up.

yes boys, nine pilates instructors in a room trying moves and feeling up each other's sacrums (for the uninitiated just think bums) and ischial tuberosities and so on. and it wasn't dirty at all.

but oh i learned a lot you guys. i understand what's happening in the backs of a couple of my clients and i much better understand what's going on in my own back. i also? totally learned how little i know.

again.

in fact that happens every single time i take a class from a really great teacher and i know that my clients feel that way about me. one of them the other day was like 'you're always inventing some little thing for whatever i say is bugging me' and the truth is all i'm doing is remembering the things that better [or at least more experienced] teachers have taught me.

i mean i don't just walk around calling *anyone* the goddess. she earned that name fair and square for putting me and a ton of other people back together. and for caring enough to never stop learning. and for taking joy in sharing that knowledge. and for the little face she makes when she realises that she's lost us. [it's really funny and you can totally read her face when she notices that she's done it] and for the little hmm she does when your body is being weird. and especially for the 'oh boy' you get when you admit to doing something really stupid.

i try really hard not to get the oh boys.
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hcg left another one of his awesome messages this week. he goes dancing at a place called bird (which i feel safe saying cause seriously like you could recognize him?) and so he called my machine and whistled at it or made bird sounds at it or whatever on thursday night.

which i translated to mean 'i'm going dancing at bird, you should come' but i laughed and went to bed. and when i called him later? yeah that's what he meant.

how come i can grok totally taciturn tweetings but i can't speak freaking english?
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india arie is my latest musical passion. her songs are all very similar stylistically but the woman can sing and the lyrics are great. there's this one song called 'ready for love' that pile pointed out (yeah pile is my neighbour and likely roomie) that blows my mind.

what's funny is that the lyrics are slightly stalkery... but at the same time she describes her guy:

If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

now seriously... a man who loves music and art, respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart? add books and chocolate and that's like dream human. i don't think that's particularly different from what anyone else looks for in a date really.

anyway there's this crazy ethereal voice singing these beautiful words with just a little guitar and piano and a titch of cello behind it. what's not to like?

speaking of music i saw brokeback mountain tonight with pj and othercat. i confess that i don't really know quite how i feel about it. the music was fantastic and those two guys did a really good job being those characters.

the cinematography was gorgeous as hell. alberta/wyoming never looked so good. pj thought it was a happy movie and othercat thought it was sad.

i cried at the end... but felt some inherent hope.

perhaps that's the message. this movie told us a story but it didn't tell us how to react to it or how to feel about it. it simply told the story. kind of the way you wish micheal moore would. it's just odd to get that in a fictional tale.

it's like you're used to the author telling you who to sympathise with or how to feel. this movie just said 'here, this is what happened'

i think that i liked it but i can't swear that i'm comfortable with it. all in all a rather satisfying reaction...