pleased precariously

I watch people drink Knob Creek.. people that don’t drink much whiskey, and they make a particular face. Elly calls it “the whiskey face”. She drinks Jameson to avoid it. I don’t think I have a whiskey face. At least not after the first sip. I should get a hip flask. Take it on long bike rides. Put it in the back pocket of my jersey.

This poor chap has got it just about as bad as me. In fact, I know exactly the girl he means, and my tongue also suddenly becomes 50 feet long when I try to talk to her. Looking at his age and mine (32).. and the ages of the girls that work at Tartine, you have to wonder if the management isn’t up to something.

I think it’s going to be an evening of unrated Blockbuster movies. It’s kinda funny, given Blockbuster’s alleged history of censoring films (or pressuring studios to censor them) to see “unrated” films on their shelves. Anyway, I’m off to get two of them.

Makes me wonder what the Blockbuster butchers will do to that wonderful, wonderful film, The Brown Bunny. Feel the sarcasm, baby.

By the way, I’m a seriously giggly drunk. It’s embarassing.

elliott smith just before I arrived.

neil young now that I’m here.

atlas has me pegged.

we’ve taken over the back corner. Elly, Oliver, Danfuzz and me.

update: and now the jesus and mary chain. i like this place

I just merged my evolution-data-server modules work into HEAD.

In the past writing your own calendar or addressbook backend required either making really good friends with the ximian folk and having your backend included in the evolution-data-server module/build/dist, or going the route of the exchange connector, which was to include all the CORBA factory boilerplate and act as a second, full fledged evolution-data-server. Neither one of these solutions was very pleasant (the first from the eds developer perspective, the second from the backend developer perspective), so as of today (in HEAD), you can write a backend that’s a .so. e-d-s loads the backends at runtime and registers them with the appropriate backend factory.

All the existing e-d-s backends have been converted to modules, and it’s substantially cleaned up some other portions of the build (no more multiple .server.in files depending on if LDAP was included or not) and the e-d-s link line has been stripped to the bone.

rejoice.

class was hard today. i keep finding new ways to exhaust myself. don’t take a modification here, don’t skip that vinyasa there. hamstrings and hips are opening slowly. shoulders are just as stubborn as ever. arms and shoulders get an insane workout from all the arm balances. If I ever get through that class doing everything without feeling completely wrecked I’ll buy the first cute girl I see a car.

As is usual, sweat was rolling off of me before we finished Surya Namaskara B. The standing series is fun because whenever I let my head fall I feel sweat rolling up my neck, around my ears, up my nose, into my mouth. In Prasarita Padottanasana I listen to the light tap tap tap of drops of sweat falling in a steady stream off my shoulders onto the mat below.

Had a much harder time keeping my head in the game today.. Mind kept wandering. Not that it wandered without direction. Whenever I let it, it fixated firmly on one spot and wouldn’t leave without a fight.

David came by and, as if after looking at me struggling to stay up in a hand stand, suggested to the class that looking up a little further (toward the top of the mat) would make it easier. I tried, gaze about 6 inches further up the mat, and sure enough got right into it. Slowly moved my eyes back to between my thumbs as I straightened out my back, and stayed there until my arms were shaking. “you got it, you got it” came his encouragement.

I stayed in savasana for a long time, letting the salt that had streamed from pore and duct dry on my face and body, trying not to think about anything except the rise and fall of my chest and my heartbeat as it slowed. trying and failing.

I’m in kind of a bizarre state right now. My muscles no longer feel tired. I feel strong, agile, and limber. But my head feels tired and slow and stuck. I know it’s probably just me being sleepy, or me having watched my second zombie flick in 3 nights. And I know it’s probably much more than that.

“if you’re having problems, just shift your gaze a little higher.” if only that worked for everything. If only someone could come along and see where you’re at and touch your side and say “straighten here” and then “good, that’s it” and go on their merry way.

Woke up today strangely sans-hangover.

Charity just stopped by and gave me a Pixies tshirt and hoodie that she bought for me at the Sunday show. Yay.

While I was waiting for her on my stoop, a group of kids dressed in oversized red tshirts, clutching a piece of rope and walking single file down the sidewalk, passed in front of my stairs. I watched them, smiling, as they yelled “B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name-oh!” along with their teachers.

Many of them looked up at me, but I resisted the urge to wave until one of them waved at me. I waved back, and then, just like in that final scene of Donnie Darko, every other kid in the line saw me waving at them, and they responded. The kids further down the line waved as they reached me as well, eager to get in on the smiling fun their friends further up in line had been having without them. By the time the line came to an end the teacher bringing up the rear was laughing outloud. She waved as well and smiled up at me.