Headlines for Monday:
- Tango (160 words)
- Adhesion (62 words)
- Krav maga (155 words)
- Walking science museum (142 words)
- Nightmares (202 words)
|A||X||@1030 Revise ethics proposal|
|A||X||@1145-1345 CAS lunch for Julie Waterhouse|
|A||X||@1500-1600 Call Michael Ackerbauer|
|A||X||@1700 Buy $50 of pop at No Frills|
|A||X||@1900 GHC pizza night|
|C||X||@1900-2130 Tango milonga at the ISC?|
|A||X||Figure out lease-signing sched|
|A||X||Set up coffee with Jane Zhang|
|A||X||Sort out my conference scheduile|
|A||X||Add consent form appendix|
|A||X||Add call for participation|
|A||X||Go to IBM|
I haven't danced tango in a year. Hadn't realized how much I'd missed it until today, when I decided to show up at the loonie tango milonga of the U of T Argentine Tango Club. I dug my shoes out of a bin and threw them in a bag, then headed to the party in jeans and a T-shirt. No wearing a flowy skirt in this weather!
The people I used to dance with have improved so much. I'm envious! What have I been doing with my life? Hmph. I danced with a few new faces as well, and I managed to follow decently.
Love it. Will definitely drop in for at least one class. I wonder if I can drag anyone along, actually.
Oh goodness I can feel my feet... And my shoulders, too, but that's krav's fault (and another story).
Two days of lots of activity and exercise. I definitely deserve some downtime for blogging and doing chores...
I either can't or don't want to move. I'm not inclined to figure out which right now. I think chores will have to wait until tomorrow or Wednesday.
I should make a practice of scheduling in days with ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. And yeah, chores count as something...
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One of the things my mom occasionally reminds me about is the need for self-defense classes. Yes, even in Toronto. Not only is it important, but it'd also be a good workout and confidence-booster. Finding a self-defense class was on my list of goals for 2007.
I attended a free Krav Maga seminar last Sunday on Wayne's recommendation. It's a form of self-defense developed for the Israeli army. Quite a workout, too. I have a small bruise and my shoulders are sore, but if I keep at it, maybe I'll get better at dealing with things like that. It was fun, although I kept apologizing after hitting my partner.
I'll settle into my life here and get that sorted out first, but if there are more free (or inexpensive) seminars, or self-defense seminars particularly for women, I might try to figure out how to fit those into my schedule and budget. =)
Worth doing again.
Wayne's daughter was with him last week, and I enjoyed spending time with both of them. It was a great way for me to explore all these sides of me, too--artistic, musical, linguistic, mathematical, culinary, even physical... =) We played board games and card games, and in between, I kept an eye out for interesting things to share.
I'm a walking science centre! I *love* capturing a teachable moment, provoking wonder, or even just trying to figure out how to make an abstract concept real for her. For example, last night, I couldn't resist the temptation to try and teach her more about fractions. Sixteen oranges divided in various ways... =)
Anyway, that was tons of fun. Definitely among the best ways to spend my evenings. =)
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I'm still a little sore from krav maga last Sunday. I don't think it's just the strain, although I'll stretch more and get used to the pain of attacking or defending. I had a hard time sleeping last night, too. A series of nightmares...
After learning a tiny fraction about defense against a knife, of course my mind goes and constructs a knife attacker to see how that might work. In my dream, I felt the fight-or-flight response (and definitely leaned toward flight!). The strange thing was that it didn't stop there... Rather, I ended up flashing back to the last time I felt a really strong fight-or-flight response, which had nothing to do with knives and everything to do with overhearing my name in conversation. That really sucked; I just couldn't stop my heart from racing.
And then I ended up dreaming someone I know was really really sad, and I just couldn't figure out how to explain things to cheer her up, and I just felt terrible.
So yeah, not quite restful sleep for me yesterday. Strange, isn't it? A knife grabs attention, but it's worse to wake up and realizing that your phantasms are less obvious and more real.