Life is goooood
I really enjoy the feeling of being home. Home is not one specific place in my mind, it's what I make of it. Perhaps I just adapt it as the place where I have my routine. Calgary was my home for a long time, I had people I know, certain things to do, and a job to go to. Paris is working out pretty well on that front finally. I've got to the point where every night I have to hurry to do all the things I have planned, it's nice to have your life come together.
That's not to say I'm not going to be super stoked to go home in 2 weeks. I am pumped up for it, I'll be glad to get around some Canadian folk and, well, give 'er. The more I travel, the more I realize how much Canadians truly kick ass. Seriously, we rock folks.
I've been doing quite a bit of boxe francaise the last little while here. Since it's a fairly small class, maybe like 10 people, 15 at the absolute max, all "les anciennes" have to help out the noobs. Since I'm not too shabby, the head instructor Yves has gotten me to show a few new people what's up. Talking in French with a mouthguard is damn near impossible. Luckily though, this is the kind of sport where someone has to watch and imitate. So you know, I punch them in the head, and they watch. In all seriousness, it makes me wonder about the sense of your body.
Click!
This is a link to an article talking about somatic awareness. The idea of where you know your body is at is a sense in itself, and should be given it's credit. We see this all the time in sports, where an athlete has utter control over what they are doing. But while some of this is natural, it's obvious that it requires training. I feel that swimming was really good for this, because you are constantly feeling the water and striving for perfect movement. It just surprises me in savate when someone just can't seem to be able to move their body in a certain way. I suppose any athlete could go to me and wonder why I couldn't do their sport, but...still. Maybe people just need more hip flexibility. Dance more, it's good for you.
Ah work. I make mistakes at work, it' s seriously part of the game there. Damn near everyone does, or they just plain don't deliver on time. Well, all the young people do anyways, damn young whippersnappers. It's surprising how emotional a day can be, and I truly try to not let it get to me. Today, I finally found the cause of a problem that I'd been investigating for a few days, and then you follow the chain of reasoning. Oh logic, it both loves and hates me. So we immediately start wondering what the cause might also affect, and it was a nice big chain. Lovely, but one thing I love about the French is that we take our time with certain decisions. Just don't worry too much and get some more info on what's going on. Luckily, I managed to show that it wasn't affecting anything too much (it actually might have helped, woo!) and that it only requires an extra line of code in the next job. Pimp.
UFC comin up this weekend. My predicting abilities have gotten better, so what the hell, why not make a bet on whose going to win one of the most even (and probably best) fights of the year. I'm taking Huerta over Guida. Roger just seems to have it goin on right now, and he's on fire this year. I also think that Mac Danzig is going to out work Tommy Speers. I hope so anyways, Mac really deserves it.
That's not to say I'm not going to be super stoked to go home in 2 weeks. I am pumped up for it, I'll be glad to get around some Canadian folk and, well, give 'er. The more I travel, the more I realize how much Canadians truly kick ass. Seriously, we rock folks.
I've been doing quite a bit of boxe francaise the last little while here. Since it's a fairly small class, maybe like 10 people, 15 at the absolute max, all "les anciennes" have to help out the noobs. Since I'm not too shabby, the head instructor Yves has gotten me to show a few new people what's up. Talking in French with a mouthguard is damn near impossible. Luckily though, this is the kind of sport where someone has to watch and imitate. So you know, I punch them in the head, and they watch. In all seriousness, it makes me wonder about the sense of your body.
Click!
This is a link to an article talking about somatic awareness. The idea of where you know your body is at is a sense in itself, and should be given it's credit. We see this all the time in sports, where an athlete has utter control over what they are doing. But while some of this is natural, it's obvious that it requires training. I feel that swimming was really good for this, because you are constantly feeling the water and striving for perfect movement. It just surprises me in savate when someone just can't seem to be able to move their body in a certain way. I suppose any athlete could go to me and wonder why I couldn't do their sport, but...still. Maybe people just need more hip flexibility. Dance more, it's good for you.
Ah work. I make mistakes at work, it' s seriously part of the game there. Damn near everyone does, or they just plain don't deliver on time. Well, all the young people do anyways, damn young whippersnappers. It's surprising how emotional a day can be, and I truly try to not let it get to me. Today, I finally found the cause of a problem that I'd been investigating for a few days, and then you follow the chain of reasoning. Oh logic, it both loves and hates me. So we immediately start wondering what the cause might also affect, and it was a nice big chain. Lovely, but one thing I love about the French is that we take our time with certain decisions. Just don't worry too much and get some more info on what's going on. Luckily, I managed to show that it wasn't affecting anything too much (it actually might have helped, woo!) and that it only requires an extra line of code in the next job. Pimp.
UFC comin up this weekend. My predicting abilities have gotten better, so what the hell, why not make a bet on whose going to win one of the most even (and probably best) fights of the year. I'm taking Huerta over Guida. Roger just seems to have it goin on right now, and he's on fire this year. I also think that Mac Danzig is going to out work Tommy Speers. I hope so anyways, Mac really deserves it.
posted by Poshy at 1:25 PM
3 Comments:
"Les anciennes", uh? So you belong to an all-female savate club? That may explain why you're doing oh so well! ^^ (I know I'm just being a jerk by mocking your command of genders in French (or, more accurately, your lack thereof), but... you know...)
Didn't I tell you? I beat up on helpless girls 3 times a week? It's good for the confidence.
And yes, I need to work on my genders in French.
Judging by the women you try to pick up at the bar here, you may need to work on your genders in english too
oh wait... that was chris :P
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