In the practice of this form, power is derived from the ground. It is generated in the legs, organized in the waist, and expressed through the fingers. One is trained to acheive a stance, in short, that hurts like bloody hell to maintain for more than a few seconds. On days like today I wonder how I ever made it down the hallway before without my knees turning to oatmeal. Also, I haven't submitted an expense report since the beginning of the year. There are receipts everywhere. There are approximately 40 books stacked around my computer in varying states of read-iness (idiomatic humor, please ignore). One minute I feel like there's really nothing more to learn; then after a nap I can't slow down all the different things I could be doing with my time. As an example of my current state of chaos, the four books closest to my person at this moment are : Java Servlet Programming (Hunter), Trading Systems and Methods (Kaufman), Impolite Interviews (Krassner), and The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes (Watterson). I've also been humming and looking for an original recording of 'My Sweet Lord' by George Harrison, trying to find some short stories by J.D. Salinger, and letting the receipts pile up. I don't why this is important to say, but my Leatherman/Maglite belt pack is sitting on my Dell port replicator, possibly signifying that I can't seem to settle my time on something that really does need doing.
...I can't seem to settle my time on something that really does need doing.
I do feel the same sometimes. Often wish, if time can stand still for everyone else (the rest of the world freezes) for a couple of hours, while I can catch-up with my TO DO. After which everything must become normal again. Sometimes, its just too frustrating to accept the fact that a day has only 24 hours. - madhav
The Sunday afternoon doldrums... Skated (inline) in the windy cold along an outstanding trail. Came home and decided to try my hand at making gravlax from scratch. Let you know in 36 hours how it turns out.
Originally posted by Michael Ernest: In the practice of this form, power is derived from the ground. It is generated in the legs, organized in the waist, and expressed through the fingers.
Yet another example what marital fidelity can do to the best of us... This reminds me. An English gentleman is doing physical exercises on the Thames' embankment. A policeman watches this for a while and then politely notes: "Sir... I am afraid your lady already left..."