Kate! I love you very much. I watched Brick last night for the first time since high school. I enjoyed it even more than I did the first time I saw it. Keep up with me now. I miss you and can't wait to see you next time I am out in California.
Things are going well here and I am quite excited about the future. This week and last I have gone to a quaker meeting and it has been extremely rewarding. I even got to meet a general surgeon who was educated at JHU and then taught there and at Brown and is now at University of MD. Life is a funny thing. I am looking forward to learning more and working out more. I thought I would post this to our little blog...I didn't get a chance to write up the third day, but I will soon. All my best to you and Ben, my lovely soul sistah.
xoxo
Rors
Workout day 1 Arms
10 push ups
1.2 mile run
push-ups (triangle, normal, wide) 10 each
Indian Run
Lie down on ground, jump up and touch four objects/trees get back as fast as you can.
line up in order
Do the same thing and touch four different objs/trees
line up in order, 1st= 10 push-ups 2nd=20 3rd=30 etc. Team mates that finish first can help their partner out
Indian run to another location
find bench or curb but something more elevated is good: do calve dips 50 each. If you fall the whole team will have to do a make up exercise (pushups). You can hold on to eachother and keep yourselves from falling.
Indian run again, bring it in and do situps, 100 as a team no more than twenty at a time. If you have an odd number the third person does supermans while the other people do situps. Rotate.
Next pick a point and run around it as fast as you can, meanwhile your partner is doing pushups. 100 pushups total as a team, the faster you run the less your partner has to do.
Indian run back. Pause for some more raised pushups 20 each.
Run back to start as a team. Indian style. If you need a break take one, if your team is capable you can carry your teammate a set distance to give him/her a break. Sprint at end (if capable) Always circle back to the last person in the line to bring in the team.
Stretch. Hoo yah. Drink a lot of water and get to bed early.
Day 2 Legs
10 pushups
Short warmup run 5-10 minutes
Jog to tennis courts/field with line markers
Do suicides across two tennis courts (approximate otherwise)--work your way back doing reverse suicides.
Jump across two tennis courts on one leg: race your teammates
Go back on the opposite leg
If you finish first and other members are still going take a quick jog around the tennis courts.
Do walking lunges across two tennis courts and back.
Next long jump across two tennis courts. Try to do it in as few jumps as possible.
Now sprint at 50% across half the tennis courts (3), then 75% across the second half 75% back then 100% the rest of the way crash into the fence!
move out,
stop at a wall and do chair position against the wall holding it as long as you can
Find a grassy spot, do plank position for 30 seconds, do each side going back to the middle between. Then do the middle again lifting the right leg and then the left leg for ten reps do two sets.
Bridge position extend right leg out straight slightly below your knee and do 10 dips.
Switch sides.
Up and jog to new location
do step ups, 50 total
do calve dips 100 individually.
Jog back to home. Stretch, water, early to bed.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Hello goodbye, Hello!
Dearest sister-love,
Where are you? In my sweat and twitch, in every moment stitching and fraying, muddling colors of months. Time don't 'fly' so much as it sweeps ya up, unwilling, into a lilting current, not swimming, being swept, being swept, with more or less beauty and grace.
How are you?
What's going on in your life?
Updates?
I WILL be here when you're here, so let's hang out mmkay? Mmmkay.
What is simultaneous movement and stagnation like?
What's up with me? Well, First Year in 'the program' (PhD program or support group? I can't decide) was rife with existential crises (Why am I doing this? Why don't I work for a nonprofit or teach at a highschool? Why don't I go into law? Why don't I write popular books about language and power,
even though in order to sell those books, I need a position of power in the academy? What kind of a difference am I making "in here"???) and little time for play. But the longer I keep at it, the more I'm
allowed to let work be my play and my power. Working for a nonprofit involves a host more compromises in revising one's prerogatives towards feasible legislative change and for, inevitably, a monetary bottom line for the company. Getting an MFA, even, makes you subject to a lot of the same intellectual and creative constraints.
The fact is, doing what I'm doing, it may take a long time for me to claw my way up to a position of power I can really use for as much 'good change' as I want, but every day now I am
granted more intellectual, and therefore more creative, freedom in my research and my teaching than I think people are allowed in almost any other field! And that pretty much rocks. Despite the putting myself in a constant hyperintellectualized storefront for display, to be vetted and critiqued, to turn the eye towards my own much-needed revisions.
I never thought engaging in an activist career would be so emotionally challenging.
Naive, I know. But I didn't think it'd be so.
Ben & I are thinking of getting engaged and throwing a huge 'wedding rager' in Fall of 2011 or so.
Insanity on both sides can be sensible, if propelled forward by both feet.
Unstoppable action in the machine, and yet so much quieter is the 'adult life' than the way mine & me used to be. I'm constantly reevaluating myself, my relationships, and my activities to find new standards of happiness; what's circulating out there in the psychtalk tank and the popknowledge bin may not be right for me, and what was in earlier stages certainly isn't. So I'm looking for the unexpected (what *really* gets me off, good or bad, really) in unexpected places. Like in routine. Like in San Francisco's copious details.
Reading a lot, trying to start up work on the novel again this winter.
Will be teaching 2 Sections for a class on Language & Gender in just a couple weeks.
The holidays are a difficult rip, make obvious the rift between here and otherwheres I've been.
I'm not sure what to say about that here.
Now?
I love you!
I hope you are living in well and bettering tumult! I miss you dearly!
Update me on you and your trip to CA!
Till soon, I hope.
"You can count on meeee..." Also, you can call me/gchat/whatever me anytime, too!
Where are you? In my sweat and twitch, in every moment stitching and fraying, muddling colors of months. Time don't 'fly' so much as it sweeps ya up, unwilling, into a lilting current, not swimming, being swept, being swept, with more or less beauty and grace.
How are you?
What's going on in your life?
Updates?
I WILL be here when you're here, so let's hang out mmkay? Mmmkay.
What is simultaneous movement and stagnation like?
What's up with me? Well, First Year in 'the program' (PhD program or support group? I can't decide) was rife with existential crises (Why am I doing this? Why don't I work for a nonprofit or teach at a highschool? Why don't I go into law? Why don't I write popular books about language and power,
even though in order to sell those books, I need a position of power in the academy? What kind of a difference am I making "in here"???) and little time for play. But the longer I keep at it, the more I'm
allowed to let work be my play and my power. Working for a nonprofit involves a host more compromises in revising one's prerogatives towards feasible legislative change and for, inevitably, a monetary bottom line for the company. Getting an MFA, even, makes you subject to a lot of the same intellectual and creative constraints.
The fact is, doing what I'm doing, it may take a long time for me to claw my way up to a position of power I can really use for as much 'good change' as I want, but every day now I am
granted more intellectual, and therefore more creative, freedom in my research and my teaching than I think people are allowed in almost any other field! And that pretty much rocks. Despite the putting myself in a constant hyperintellectualized storefront for display, to be vetted and critiqued, to turn the eye towards my own much-needed revisions.
I never thought engaging in an activist career would be so emotionally challenging.
Naive, I know. But I didn't think it'd be so.
Ben & I are thinking of getting engaged and throwing a huge 'wedding rager' in Fall of 2011 or so.
Insanity on both sides can be sensible, if propelled forward by both feet.
Unstoppable action in the machine, and yet so much quieter is the 'adult life' than the way mine & me used to be. I'm constantly reevaluating myself, my relationships, and my activities to find new standards of happiness; what's circulating out there in the psychtalk tank and the popknowledge bin may not be right for me, and what was in earlier stages certainly isn't. So I'm looking for the unexpected (what *really* gets me off, good or bad, really) in unexpected places. Like in routine. Like in San Francisco's copious details.
Reading a lot, trying to start up work on the novel again this winter.
Will be teaching 2 Sections for a class on Language & Gender in just a couple weeks.
The holidays are a difficult rip, make obvious the rift between here and otherwheres I've been.
I'm not sure what to say about that here.
Now?
I love you!
I hope you are living in well and bettering tumult! I miss you dearly!
Update me on you and your trip to CA!
Till soon, I hope.
"You can count on meeee..." Also, you can call me/gchat/whatever me anytime, too!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Dear KateyG,
Merry Christmas. And, happy New Year...which reminds me...I will be in California briefly from the 27th to the 3rd of January...are you there at all? I'm writing this in blog form just because I can and because our blog needs a post. I have a lot I want to tell you about and talk to you about. I feel that I am in a period of great realisations but also a period of stagnation, it is very strange. And please know you can always talk to me about your Dad, even if it's in your head or an email or on skype. Anytime.
I'm sending you love across that twisted web of space and time and thoughts and actions and hoping that all is booming and jiving and taking up space in your world. Your heart beat's my heart's. Take that with or without the apostrophe. Mwah.
Rory
Merry Christmas. And, happy New Year...which reminds me...I will be in California briefly from the 27th to the 3rd of January...are you there at all? I'm writing this in blog form just because I can and because our blog needs a post. I have a lot I want to tell you about and talk to you about. I feel that I am in a period of great realisations but also a period of stagnation, it is very strange. And please know you can always talk to me about your Dad, even if it's in your head or an email or on skype. Anytime.
I'm sending you love across that twisted web of space and time and thoughts and actions and hoping that all is booming and jiving and taking up space in your world. Your heart beat's my heart's. Take that with or without the apostrophe. Mwah.
Rory
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
My darling,
Dearest Kateling,
First, nice hair. Second why can you not be sitting next to me wrapping your tea string around the handle of a cup and snuggling up for an evening with good films and better conversation? I believe this life style should be in our future--if not that, at least shared hurried meals in between bouts of work and play that gives us both courage to continue.
Your place in my life is like a seedling, or like the large branches of trees that might not seem like the source but are responsible for so much nourishment. Just knowing that you are out there fighting your fight gives me courage to continue on. Today I went for an amazing run. It was a bit chilly and some how we still have beautiful weather. I don't understand it because usually it rains and is grey all the time here. I have been struggling with my fears and slowly overcoming them, half by will half by routine...which I suppose requires will. I am working on projects, like sculpting hearts and being inspired by everything I see.
Whatever you do don't let yourself lag due to others friction. Imagine there is water or air between you and all their meaningless words and actions and just zoom on by. I know that your integrity is impenetrable, so keep up that front for yourself as well. That's all for now, I have to set the table. Bisous ma puce. Je t'aime bien fort.
First, nice hair. Second why can you not be sitting next to me wrapping your tea string around the handle of a cup and snuggling up for an evening with good films and better conversation? I believe this life style should be in our future--if not that, at least shared hurried meals in between bouts of work and play that gives us both courage to continue.
Your place in my life is like a seedling, or like the large branches of trees that might not seem like the source but are responsible for so much nourishment. Just knowing that you are out there fighting your fight gives me courage to continue on. Today I went for an amazing run. It was a bit chilly and some how we still have beautiful weather. I don't understand it because usually it rains and is grey all the time here. I have been struggling with my fears and slowly overcoming them, half by will half by routine...which I suppose requires will. I am working on projects, like sculpting hearts and being inspired by everything I see.
Whatever you do don't let yourself lag due to others friction. Imagine there is water or air between you and all their meaningless words and actions and just zoom on by. I know that your integrity is impenetrable, so keep up that front for yourself as well. That's all for now, I have to set the table. Bisous ma puce. Je t'aime bien fort.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
where is he?
Dear Kate,
When I saw your photos on FB earlier today I thought how beautiful and nymph-like you looked, and how you also looked a little bit like a child. I love you. Thank you for your words, I want to hear more of how you are doing and what is going on in your world (internally and externally). Emphasis on the internal.
France is wonderful. I am taken out of myself and placed in a different language where things don't carry the same weight as they do in English. But where I also have friends who understand and support me as you and my other friends do.
I have felt calm, but deeply saddened. I don't know if I am numb or healing. I feel as if I should be rent in two, but I am more whole than usual. I feel no fear of death. Which is something I always feared, I had panic attacks, but now that he is dead. This person who meant so much to me, who was my Virgil, my mystic, my laughter in the dark, now that he is gone, how can I fear where he is now? That is ludicrous. It's strange because we didn't even see eachother very often and hadn't spent more thn a few days at a time together, but we were so very close. Like you and me. Which is why I so wanted you to meet him.
I feel like I have to imagine absorbing his confidence and his love and carry my life in my hands and walk forward unafraid. I wish I could be close to you and see you each day, that would make me happy and maybe one day that will be so.
At the same time I have also realized that this life, for me, cannot be about finding that one person to share my life with--again if he can die, this person I connected with so deeply--it is not possible that life's end is love of one other person. Do you know what I mean? I am a bit discombobulated right now. But I felt I had to write these things to you. Did you feel a calm at any point after your dad died? I felt when I saw Babur, and touched his face, that he was dead, but that it wasn't him. I felt no solace because he was not there. Where is he then? He would most likely say "there is no such thing as place I am everywhere and nowhere, and you know that is not the right question."
Should I accept this calm or is this just denial? What should I do?
In other news I don't know if I told you, but I was accepted at Goucher after my interview on Friday. THe day before he died. I found out monday that day after I learned he had died. I wish I could believe or not believe that that had any kind of specific meaning. Instead I am stuck in between unsure, but moving forward. I decided to accept goucher, as there are horses and I wouldn't have to move far away from my mom. For at least one more year.
That's all for now. I have to go eat. I love you.
When I saw your photos on FB earlier today I thought how beautiful and nymph-like you looked, and how you also looked a little bit like a child. I love you. Thank you for your words, I want to hear more of how you are doing and what is going on in your world (internally and externally). Emphasis on the internal.
France is wonderful. I am taken out of myself and placed in a different language where things don't carry the same weight as they do in English. But where I also have friends who understand and support me as you and my other friends do.
I have felt calm, but deeply saddened. I don't know if I am numb or healing. I feel as if I should be rent in two, but I am more whole than usual. I feel no fear of death. Which is something I always feared, I had panic attacks, but now that he is dead. This person who meant so much to me, who was my Virgil, my mystic, my laughter in the dark, now that he is gone, how can I fear where he is now? That is ludicrous. It's strange because we didn't even see eachother very often and hadn't spent more thn a few days at a time together, but we were so very close. Like you and me. Which is why I so wanted you to meet him.
I feel like I have to imagine absorbing his confidence and his love and carry my life in my hands and walk forward unafraid. I wish I could be close to you and see you each day, that would make me happy and maybe one day that will be so.
At the same time I have also realized that this life, for me, cannot be about finding that one person to share my life with--again if he can die, this person I connected with so deeply--it is not possible that life's end is love of one other person. Do you know what I mean? I am a bit discombobulated right now. But I felt I had to write these things to you. Did you feel a calm at any point after your dad died? I felt when I saw Babur, and touched his face, that he was dead, but that it wasn't him. I felt no solace because he was not there. Where is he then? He would most likely say "there is no such thing as place I am everywhere and nowhere, and you know that is not the right question."
Should I accept this calm or is this just denial? What should I do?
In other news I don't know if I told you, but I was accepted at Goucher after my interview on Friday. THe day before he died. I found out monday that day after I learned he had died. I wish I could believe or not believe that that had any kind of specific meaning. Instead I am stuck in between unsure, but moving forward. I decided to accept goucher, as there are horses and I wouldn't have to move far away from my mom. For at least one more year.
That's all for now. I have to go eat. I love you.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Hi, I love you. There's that.
Hey babe,
I just wanted to let you know you're the the itch in my soul, the bantering truth-seeking life-buddy of my mind's best day, and the everyday solace in my skin.
Give me an update whenever you can/feel up to it.
I'm here.
<3
I just wanted to let you know you're the the itch in my soul, the bantering truth-seeking life-buddy of my mind's best day, and the everyday solace in my skin.
Give me an update whenever you can/feel up to it.
I'm here.
<3
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Dear Kate,
I am glad that you are working so hard and finding such productivity. I have no energy for elegance. I only have energy for grief. I found out today that my friend, Babur, whom I so wanted you to meet, died. He fell from a third story balcony. I am devastated. That's all I got for now.
Love
Rory
I am glad that you are working so hard and finding such productivity. I have no energy for elegance. I only have energy for grief. I found out today that my friend, Babur, whom I so wanted you to meet, died. He fell from a third story balcony. I am devastated. That's all I got for now.
Love
Rory
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