Musings and Mirth
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For the second time in a few months, a fire broke out in Los Angeles that looked like someone had dropped a bomb in them thar hills. Being stuck in traffic and seeing those billowing clouds rolling up in bundles and covering the sky. Even though in both cases it was some dumb fuck with a book of matches, it was chilling nonetheless on the drive home. But, looks like another perfect day, I love LA.
My stalker has been following me around the internet for a couple of years now, if you can imagine. I believe him to be one of two people. Myspace, Flickr, and of course Oscarwatch can all be counted upon to produce the occasional nasty comment. How do I know it’s always the same person? The IP address, of course. It never changes. The comments are directly attacking whatever it is I’m doing (yet the stalker continues to return). He makes himself anonymous (of course) and will probably never reveal his identity but I’m pretty sure I know who it is. I just have to prove it. Anyway, a sad and pointless truth but a truth nonetheless. Welcome to the wonderful world of “everyone is famous for longer than fifteen minutes.”
Although I’m not really allowed to talk about the case, I can talk a bit about Oscarwatch, why I started it, what it’s become and where it might be going. Initially, AMPAS wanted to go through ICANN, which handles rights to domain names on the internet. But apparently something made them change their minds and go directly to full blown $100,000 lawsuit.
They have called my self-defense “offensive” and believe they have legitmate rights to any domain name called their trademarked “Oscar.” Where we go from here is not really going to be talked about publicly. But let’s talk about the past.
We have so much in common with our cousins, the chimps. Think about this. Have you ever had someone groom you as a chimp might groom another chimp? It feels really good and is quite soothing yet because we are mostly ignorant to our nature no one has ever really unearthed the whole grooming for comfort thing. But they have gotten to the gestures thing:
As they reveal today in the U.S. journal Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (PNAS) the pair found that the use of gestures is highly flexible, complex, and difficult to link to specific contexts. The use of gestures even varied widely between different groups of chimps and bonobos.
“The way they use gestures is extremely variable, especially compared with other forms of communication,” said de Waal. “This makes gesture a possible candidate for symbolic communication in our shared ancestor.”
Meanwhile, here is my favorite gesture:
Translated into human language as:
I’ve joined it. You can find me here.
So, I finally decided to the plunge back into yoga after a very long break. During Oscar season I slip into a black hole of sitting-on-couch-way-too-long – or at computer, as the case may be. So I’ve been slowly working back up the strength to get back in the yoga groove. I’ve been running, I’ve been hiking but today, for the first tie in months, I took the yoga plunge. Yoga is hit and miss when it comes to teachers. You either luck out with a great teacher (meaning they pay attention to their class and allow for limitations, levels and skill. I prefer a 1-2 class, rather than a level 2. I only got there once and just barely. I hope to get to a 2-3 at some point. I’m not there yet. I really should have gone into a level 1 class today but be that as it may, I hung in there. It was half wonderful, half nightmarish. Not enough regular yoga flow and too much weird contorting of poses that seem to have been made up by the teacher that mixed dance with yoga. That would be okay if you felt like you were getting a good workout at the same time. It wasn’t a serene experience either because the teacher was so punishing. Worse still, he was male, and pretty cute. And there is nothing worse than a cute yoga teacher. He stood about five inches away from me during most of the class, again, awkward. But, as with almost every yoga class, one is grateful for it, no matter how hard it gets. This one was hard and kind of weird but not altogether objectionable. You can’t have everything.
So, some weird yoga things for you.
I really don’t get the nude yoga trend. Being a top-heavy female I can only imagine the floppity floppity.