Schwippy

Ever get to that point in the middle of the night when you're so deathly tired but you're online and for some inexplicable reason, you feel that you need to keep on surfing the net in spite of the fact that you're so tired you would do anything to sleep and so then you think that you almost need to be surfing aimlessly in order to sleep...? That makes so sense but I'm online searching for "Sleepy Haha's" on facebook and laughing aloud at the group picture so I will write tomorrow.

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I almost forgot about this post. Last Thursday's class was more than week ago now, goodness.

1. Being home reminds me of "back home" (using my parents' words) in the Philippines. I'm taller than my mom, almost as tall (maybe as tall, now) as my dad and taller than every female on my mom's side in the Philippines. Obviously, then, nurture is more important than nature in regards to my height here. That means it's the growth hormones and the steroids injected in the meat here that contributed to my height. That's GROSS. (That also must mean that I eat more meat than my older sister.)

2. I was channel surfing a couple days after coming back home and one of those telethons for PBS was on: it was a special on 60s music. My parents really got into so we ended up watching it for an hour or two. They had performances from the 60s and more recent performances from the same (but older) 60s bands, and then in between they would talk about what it meant to live in the 60s. The people described it as a time of unity, when love and the community were priority, when people cared about others, and how there was an air of togetherness, a positive energy. It just made me wish I'd lived grown up during that time. And then it made me think about this class and how we've got that, in a microcosmic sense.

3. I don't remember much about last class... I remember that I thought it was reallyreally neat to watch Francis quite literally sculpting Kishan. Agatha reminded me of a mermaid with her legs wrapped together in green cloth. I remember wishing that I'd gotten in character and that I probably should have moved because I couldn't see from where I was sitting but I was stuck and I should have just done it. I also remember accidentally hitting that same stick and paper sculpture after class that I hit a week or so before. And I remember thinking that it must say something about my spatial and self-awareness if I accidentally whack something with my foot only a few seconds after leaving dance class.

I'm trying to finish the Ramayana by the end of break! Except I'm only about halfway through the 200's and I want to read The Places in Between by Rory Stewart, too. I love this about break, just being able to relax and read a book or Time magazine without feeling guilty that I'm not doing homework.