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The Best Me


Moment of gratitude

  • for being born/raised here
  • living on the hillside overlooking the entire bay area
  • surrounded by wildlife daily (hawks, quail, the occasional bobcat, coyotes, elusive mountain lions— never seen one but they live here, deer chillin’ daily)
  • lately the hummingbirds and black bumble bees have been visiting the front yard. the bumble bees are so cute, they’re like fat little munchkin children that can fly (drunkenly, at that). I think I’ve seen two monarch butterflies flitting about recently too— which reminds me that I need to go to Natural Bridges to see if they’re still hangin’ out over there!
  • lizards are everywhere too. it’s that time of year! I wonder when the snakes will come out of hibernation (they may have already).

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Day 22: Eagle Pose! 

After I unclasped my arms and legs, I spread my wings out and loudly cawed to relish in the spirit of the pose. (Chapter 1 of my autobiography)

Today’s Intention: To seek peace in times of inner turmoil.

Dear April Intentions,

I want to do the past 4 days I missed— but I also really don’t.

So I’m not gonna. Skipping to today’s pose!


Dudes with muscles and long hair make the world a better place

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My Students Don’t Know How To Have a Conversation

Recently I stood in front of my class, observing an all-too-familiar scene. Most of my students were covertly—or so they thought—pecking away at their smartphones under their desks, checking their Facebook feeds and texts.

As I called their attention, students’ heads slowly lifted, their eyes reluctantly glancing forward. I then cheerfully explained that their next project would practice a skill they all desperately needed: holding a conversation.

Several students looked perplexed. Others fidgeted in their seats, waiting for me to stop watching the class so they could return to their phones. Finally, one student raised his hand. “How is this going to work?” he asked. 

My junior English class had spent time researching different education issues. We had held whole-class discussions surrounding school reform issues and also practiced one-on-one discussions. Next, they would create podcasts in small groups, demonstrating their ability to communicate about the topics—the project represented a culminating assessment of their ability to speak about the issues in real time.

Even with plenty of practice, the task proved daunting to students. I watched trial runs of their podcasts frequently fall silent. Unless the student facilitator asked a question, most kids were unable to converse effectively. Instead of chiming in or following up on comments, they conducted rigid interviews. They shuffled papers and looked down at their hands. Some even reached for their phones—an automatic impulse and the last thing they should be doing.

Read more. [Image: Adam Fagen/Flickr]

see: why I never bring my phone with me anywhere

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look like thor

He looks like he gives marvelous hugs.

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About a month ago I got a new thing to play around with: a foam roller! You don’t know what a foam roller is? Some people call it a torture instrument, but I call it my personal massage therapist.

Here’s why you should get a foam roller 

Everyone should have a foam roller. I love mine deeply.

Does anyone have a brand they recommend, or a place to buy?

I just picked mine up for 20 dollars at Winners (like a Canadian Marshalls/TJ Maxx). Its a tube made out of foam, don’t worry about the brand.

Unpopular opinion time: foam rollers are a short term, and mostly ineffective, fix. They don’t increase flexibility and the relief provided only lasts a day or two until your body readjusts right back to where it was.

Personally, I’ve found that they don’t really do anything for my body (not enough pressure, not dexterous enough) and tend to cease it up prior to training rather than creating opening. They do feel nice after a workout, but again, they only provide temporary relief.

Basically, I’m asking everyone to be skeptic about foam rolling and to put your scientist goggles on!

Foam rolling may feel good for some, but why? What does it actually do? And do we actually need SMR? Why do people do this in the first place? Does stretching actually increase athletic performance, like many people claim it does? Why do we stretch? Do massages actually provide long-term relief? How do we solve chronic pain? Can we really claim that there is a one-size fits all approach to healing people?

Just some food for thought.

Alternative opinions: Another interesting perspective, interesting read regarding foam rolling and the IT band, does fascia really matter?, does foam rolling actually increase ROM?

“ Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day. ”

—    Kait Rokowski, “A Good Day” (via oofpoetry)

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1ish month winged scapula progress! Wowzah. (+vanity shot)