Swing-dancing four days a week now, which is just crazy. But I’m enjoying it (for the most part) so no complaints. Some of the better swing dancers in Oly and I have begun to work on a swing routine to be performed this Christmas season sometime. It’s involves a flip, and a lot of catching and weight-supporting on falls. Just watching the video (because they did it previously with two couple; this time we’ll have 4-5) made my back ache. So, time to hit the mats, so to speak, and work it out. I’d like to start doing some yoga (because I could use the flexibility too), but mostly need to work on upper body strength and back support (abs). So I’ll probably just do some basic weight training. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free … I’m sadly incompetent when it comes to fitness.
Skipped poetry last night (much as the week before) to hang with Alexis. We got some ice cream (mmmmmmm) and went to my place, watched the end of The Punisher (the new one) with Theo and Tim (and it sucked), and then watched some Fishing with John, which is a fun show where John Lurie goes fishing with different folks in different places, such as with Tom Waits in Jamaica (which is what we watched), or with Jim Jarmusch somewhere on the US coast. Then we watched the premiere of Drawn Together, which I must admit I had high hopes for, but which was ultimately disappointing. So much potential … and yet it ends up so base. What a tragedy.
Full moon tonight. Awesome eclipse last night, which I hope everyone got to see. Somehow, the sky in Oly was generously clear; today it resembles, as per usual, a gray blanket. I watched as the last sliver of light was shadowed over, and the moon looked like a wax-paper cutout, hung up in the sky, dark but visible. There’ve been plenty of eclipses in my life, but somehow, this is the first I’ve actually watched. It’s crazy to think about celestial motion, the sizes of planets; that our shadow blotted out the moon for an hour as we came between it and the sun. Some part of that shadow was my shadow (not literally, sure), transposed over pale moonrock.
To celebrate the full moon: pinochle and yellow tail.
Tomorrow: a random drive to Portland to drop off friends.
Saturday: work all day, then Jason Webley in Seattle.
Halloween: not sure, maybe I’ll watch scary movies and eat junk food all day. That sounds fun.
Then November arrives, and I start writing.
And something more cohesive than I’ve been able
to form here, recently. Oh, the horror.