This was a busy weekend. The kind of weekend that will take two posts. I have a third post I need to write some other time. Actually I have four posts to write (*crack of lightning* Ah! Ah! Ah! Four! Four posts! I lahv it. I lahv it. — Count von Count).
In fact, I have so much to do I’m making a post about the posts: a meta post. Here’s what up Octobrey:
1) It was a good weekend. Need to make a personal blurb.
2) I’ve known for a long time that stretching increased strength. Even before I started reading that it did so, I knew it because I felt the results. But I didn’t know why. I’ve never seen a good explanation targeted toward non-believers. Anyone who’s stretching properly just gets it. Anyone who doesn’t believe it is stretching wrong. Period. I had an aha moment watching an inflexible person this weekend. I think I can write a compelling argument on why flexibility gives great strength and injury prevention.
3) I need to make another grumpy-old-man post ala the sorry post. This one is on “smart + lazy = dumb” or “The mathematics of why you’re an idiot even though you’re smart.”
4) Day two of Wales isn’t going to write itself, I’m afraid.
And non-post related. I really, really, really need to update the circus page and, at the very least, give it an index.
I’m annoyed so I’m going to rant now. This might be a good time to remind you that you don’t have to read this. I hear there are other things to look at on the internets.
Why am I annoyed? Because most people don’t seem to think “sorry” means what I think it means.
Too many people use “I’m sorry” to mean “you can’t hold it against me.” “I’m Sorry” is their magic get-out-of-jail-free card.
Bullshit.
“I’m sorry” means two things:
1) I will never do this again.
2) I will do everything in my power to make this right.
It’s true that number 2 may not be achievable. But it’s the effort that makes you forgivable. If you say you’re sorry and then do nothing to repair the situation and then do the same censurable behavior, you’re not sorry. You never were sorry. And on top of it, for saying you’re sorry when you didn’t mean it, you’ve violated Wheaton’s Law: Don’t be a Dick.
I’m so busy I don’t know how to handle it. And thus the next exciting installment of Euroland hasn’t been started yet.
Brief and uninteresting life news that no one will care about but me. The weekend was spent in Eugene, where Stephanie’s birthday was lovely. Poor Andrew and Stephanie, the day after the party they had to put their wonderful cat Grimple down. We’ll miss you Grimple.
I continue to train, but without any real progress. My elbow has been living hell, so I took last Thursday off, which turned out to be a good choice: yesterday for the first time in three years, I got a V7 at the Circuit. So awesome!
OK, that’s enough. Shouldn’t bore too much and should let you know I’m not stopping the blog.
-UE-
Today was the last day of summer. Though it started with a nine-hour, stressful work day, it ended with two hours of tumbling at Rose City Gymnastics that was the most fun I’ve had since early in July.
Five new faces were there, all of them visiting from the Bay area. They were a mix of folks from the Vulcan (which might be this?) and the San Francisco circus school (which might be this?).
We’re talking MAD SKILLZ: juggling, tumbling, poi, hoops, silks, trapeze, etc. But more important they were the sweetest nicest folks. Every time I said “that looks so cool” the response was: “Come try!”.
Maybe the coolest thing for me? The reason they were there: one of the girls, Emily, found the open gym from my circus page! Woo hoo!
Oh, and I have to update it, because I need to put Harmony’s hoop classes on there. Harmony, by the way, is our “teacher” on Tuesday nights. I use quotes, because we’re not supposed to have a teacher, it’s an open gym, but she teaches us anyway and does a fantastic job! I’m also super impressed because of her mad rope climbing talent (no feet!).
Personally I kicked into and held the longest handstand I’ve yet achieved, continued bridgework and got back my kick-over, worked the pike-kip-up on the uneven bars, had a first lesson on the mushroom, and continued my sloppy execution of the front handspring. I failed miserably to get an aerial. There hard. It was fun!
I don’t think I’ve posted a video of the sorts of things I do here, but I meant to. Maybe I did, if so, tell me and I’ll remove it:
So THEY contacted me, and asked me to remove them from my posts. Which seems reasonable, except that it’s a lot of work and nobody is actually reading this stuff anyway.
No, I’m serious! I have the power of Google Analytics behind me, and he tells me that I am talking to myself in a closed room. (Except for one old friend in Ashland. Hi Kate! Do you realize we’ve been friends since 1998??!! How fucking old are we!!).
While I’m talking to myself in an empty room I’d rather not do “real work” on this site, so I’m going to lock the door. I still don’t care if you read about my life, but now you have to register. I’ve turned on the register button. Anyone can do it, it only takes a second. It’s annoying, but it will email you a temp password. You log in, set a password you can remember at the bottom of the page, and then you can read good stuffs.
When I get more time I’ll either strip them out of the posts, or use a better plugin to manage users. I don’t like that you are sent to manage yourself by default. You should be routed back to the page you were logging in from. Annoying! I’ll fix as soon as I can.
This will prevent any of the eurland stuff from showing up on a google search and render SEO null and void, but even with those things, no one was reading it anyway.
I’ll try to post more useless little posts to the site, while I write out the whole euroland adventure. Stuff that will be publicly accessible without registration. Euroland is taking me way longer to write than I thought. It’s a time thing. I can write about 1k words a day. Each post is 6 to 8 k words. Then there is research. Then there is photo organization. Then there is editing. And I only get about a day per week to work on it.
So please, register! Walk into my lonely room and listen to me talk to myself. The only difference is you have to knock first before you enter.
You’re Looking for — You’re probably trying to find circus training in Portland (aerial, tumbling, hand balancing, &c.) or you teach and want it listed, click the ‘Circus‘ link at the top of the page.
misc. — There’s now a members section, but it’s just for friends. The fun (geeky) stuff is in there. As a hobby I write terrible, terrible fiction. I have a few friends who like to read it. I’m hoping to get some of the other contributors to bare their creations there. And last, blog posts from my trip to europe are squirreled away in the members section at the behest of the people I traveled with. [The Jump!]
