I made a shirt! $2.50 worth of the cheapest flannel fabric I could find. This was my first attempt making something from scratch, and I'm pleased with how it turned out. As a bonus, I also had enough fabric left over to make a very cozy pillowcase. Moving in a little over a week, scared and excited. Pulling 8 hour days recording/mixing now. I think this album is going to actually be good.
If I wasn't in the middle of troubleshooting a weird file share problem over Slack with my IT Department, I'd do some sort of Ozymandias-inspired writing on your adventure over the dead sands of the internet without hubski. But I'm busy. So I won't. :-)
Two weeks ago I talked about pulling the trigger. Bang! Got my onion ink. I'm thrilled with it. In other news, the school I've applied to has accepted my transfer application for the spring semester (hell yea). Now I am waiting for word as to whether or not I'll also be accepted to their Honors College. The main holdup is that, after having dropped out of college in the fall of 2012 (in the middle of my fifth semester), my GPA reflects a semester's worth of Fs which doesn't satisfy the GPA requirement. But I met with the director of the Honors College over the summer and expressed my sincere desire to be in the program, challenged academically, and surrounded by like-minded folks. He was very supportive and encouraged me to apply. I was told I'd find out sometime in the month of October. And I'm really excited for a WEDDING this month. Can't wait to see Los Angeles and some friendly faces!
coffee, bartender, just coffee Work Students are reading my Write Better Dammit blog. Will it help? The whole thing needs to be rewritten better, dammit, The last one is called What Is a Sentence, Dammit?. The entire blog was, of course, inspired by the hubski tag #writebetterdammit. Rosh Hashanah I now have 16 people (??!!) coming to my erev-erev Rosh Hashanah dinner, including my almost-90-year-old mother, 4 cousins + spouse, 5 siblings, or step-siblings, and their partners, one nephew, one daughter, one friend, and mivasairskiThis is insane, but true. I will write them today and ask them to bring a short statement: This year I am passionate about ... and One thing I would like to do this year is ... There will be much singing. --- So much more, but I have to move onward into the day. Have a great day, pubski. Edit Another two people asked if they could be invited. I was going to say "no," but mivasairski said, "If there's room in your heart, there's room at the table." What could I say? 18 people. Edit 2 The extra two bailed out. Back to 16. :-)
That Rosh Hashanah dinner sounds like a blast. I miss having large family gatherings and the singing that would accompany it. Enjoy your time together lil. Glad you're still doing the blog too. I'm off to check it out
That sounds like it will be an amazing dinner! The amount of generations present and stories that could be told...wow... Great questions. Thinking on these now.This year I am passionate about ...
One thing I would like to do this year is ...
Our contractor has now delayed us enough that we're in danger of slipping past deadlines. If we don't get an occupancy permit by the end of next month we won't be able to deliver our first clients in January. It's the stupid, little shit - like "we can't put carpet down until we're done tiling, but we can't finish the tile until we have the doors in, and oh I should have told you two weeks ago to pick out some doors because NOW WE'RE GOING TO WAIT." And you can say shit like "so what else do you need an answer on right fucking now so that we aren't all sitting idle waiting for freight?" and the answer is always "nothing" but it's fuckin' wonderful being called and interrupted as you're rehearsing the live show because nothing can move forward until we decide "beige or cream" on something that won't even be here for five fucking days. The greenhouse has started and abandoned three sets of plants for me because I've been told "we'll be ready in May" and "we'll be ready in July" and "we'll be ready on Labor Day" and it's been a fucking lie each time. But apparently this is how it works. Talked to a friend who has three restaurants in LA. Each time he's been told "three months." Each time it's been over a year, and each time expenses are 100% or more over budget. At least I haven't had to have an arborist come out and draft the tree by the front door because you're in Santa Monica, bitch. It's awful. I feel myself turning into a Republican because in every instance where I just need things to go normally there's some fuckup by some fuckup with his hand out for more fucking money because fuck you. Call up AT&T. Ask to buy some phones. Talk to their vendor. Get quoted $3600. Go on eBay. Find the same phone system. From the same vendor. WITH THE SAME PHONE NUMBER AND NAME. For $1200. "I don't pay taxes because I'm smart." You know the spirit behind that? "I don't pay taxes because I can fuck you harder than you can fuck me, and in a capitalist system that's how we define success - getting the other guy first." Know what's an awesome conversation? Telling a doctor you need to lose weight because your BMI is too high and you need to lower your blood pressure because your life insurance is penalizing you. What's your BMI? 29. "That's not overweight." Actually, it is, and despite a 2000 calorie a day deficit for four months, despite biking 1800 miles, nothing's happening. "That's because you're healthy." You guys beat me up for the fuckin' chart every time I come in, this is me asking for help. "Maybe you are eating too much." Maybe I've been counting calories since 2008. Would you like my diet as an XLS or a CSV? "Do you drink coffee?" Yes. "WITH CREAMER??" Yes. With two thousand calories of creamer. At 20 calories per tablespoon, that's half a gallon of creamer in my coffee. Aren't you clever. Except oops! I drink it black and what kind of fucking antagonistic nonsense is this. Thanks for listening. You can pay people to listen, of course. Had to pay a psychoanalyst $500 for two sessions for her to determine if she wanted me as a client. Which she does, but since her "model" requires seeing me at least once a week, we'll adjourn that shit until January, at which point I get to see how much my insurance is willing to spend on "there's nothing actually wrong with you but someone said you should probably resolve that old eating disorder you cannot technically have." Know what's awesome? When your insurance says "your blood pressure is too high, get yourself on a statin so we can lower your rates" and two different doctors say "your blood pressure isn't even vaguely high enough to treat." It's almost as awesome as when they say "you're fat" and then you say "help me not be fat" and they say "you're not fat! Who called you fat? Why are you drinking half a gallon of creamer a day?" I'm in LA. Again. I had six glorious days at home. Only four of them were wholly given over to The Money Pit. When I left the last time my daughter rubbed her eyes to keep the tears away and demanded a second hug. And I landed and Lyft was charging surge pricing and riding back from work it was 108 degrees in Glendale. In late September. I breathe 300 times an hour. I know this because I counted in a sensory deprivation tank. It was something to do while I rationalized that I can make my daughter cry when she doesn't get what she wants and feel okay about it, I should be able to feel okay about making my daughter cry when she doesn't get me. But it's so fucking hard. It's easy to know when to get off the Metro to get home. You look for the junkyards. I bought the birth center a 1-year anniversary present. Don't tell my wife. It's gonna take that long to get ready. And while it was an impulse buy, it effectively meant I now have a secret I have to keep from her for eleven months. I hope to fuck it's worth it.
When I was small, my dad had a regular 9-to-5 job and a painting gig in the evenings and even in the weekend just make ends meet. He also felt terrible for not spending enough time with me and my sister, but I could never blame him for that - bills gotta be paid somehow. You're in LA now so you don't have to be in LA from November on. (It still sucks though - not denying that. Take care.)But it's so fucking hard.
I'm in line with spirit of all the regulations, I don't want people to burn to death or get crushed in my business, I wan't handicapped people to have access to my facilities. The manner in which these laudable goals get realized was totally fucked in my case. It cost me almost six months of rent and plenty of extra money on construction. I was told one thing one day, a totally different thing the next, my construction was put on hold for issues that evaporated a month later with no explanation. I might welcome the age of robotic permit overlords because humans do a shit job at bureaucracy.It's awful. I feel myself turning into a Republican
Yup. These feelings will fade a bit after your doors have been open for a while but it will leave psychic scars.
When I was 17 having stomach pain and acid reflux my doctor put me on omerprazole while also doing tests to figure out what was wrong with me. None of those tests really came up with any answers so the last appointment I had with him he wrote me a prescription for more since the problem came back after I ran out and told me that if I had to come back again we would look into other things since he didn't want to keep me on this long term. Fast forward to the problem coming back after stopping the medication and I go back to find out he isn't there anymore. So I explain to my new doctor that we had talked about how if I had to come back again we would be looking into new things and she just smiles patronizingly and writes me another prescription for significantly longer than he ever did at once. ( can't remember exactly how long). I still have trust issues with doctors from that shit. Like ya lets put the 17 year old female who is otherwise healthy on a drug that we don't really know the long term effects of. I wouldn't have even known about that except my previous doctor told me that as a reason he didn't like keeping people on it for a long time. I had to rant about that after reading your experience and why yes I did figure out eventually that anxiety played a role in that. How did you guess?! Grumble, grumble. As unqualified as I may be on this subject I really think it's okay to not feel okay about her being upset when you leave. You can really let yourself be sad or mad without needing to find some logic that makes it okay since you can be happy about other things. You can be happy that you contributed to raising a child who is emotionally healthy enough to cry and want hugs when her dad leaves for starters. We can spend a lot of time stuck "feeling" some way because instead of just letting ourselves actually feel it we try to logic our way out. Does LA have places you can pay to go break shit for stress release ? Sounds like that kind of city. Also sick fucking table, if I'm ever in Seattle I'm stuffing my shirt and pushing all the toddlers out of the way so I can play with it.
Yo same kind of thing here. Pretty frequent surface level chest pain (chest wall), heart burn, spasms in chest and stomach, and belching and they're all "oh it's GERD and probably costochondritis" and then haven't done a single thing about it and it's driving me craaaaaaazy.
Mines still a problem now since I have a hiatal hernia but mostly changing my diet helped. I cut back certain things I knew aggravated it like caffiene then took out other foods to see what would happen. That's also when I stopped having bullshit old person joints. My knees and wrists hurt so much then and now if they bug me it's because I did something. I mean my knee would feel like it would give out at times and pushing myself up with my hand shot pain straight up my arm. All gone :) so it's worth trying different things and seeing what might work for you.
Do we have all the same problems. I'm pretty sure we have all the same problems.
My BMI is 40. My cholesterol is 140-160 with the LDL in the 80-90 range. My BP is in the 110/60 range. I routinely dead-lift 300+ pounds. I can do 20 pushups. I can trot on a treadmill for an hour. I should not be this healthy otherwise, according to two other doctors. Yet I feel like shit and can't figure out why. But I've dropped $5500 so far on MD's this year to tell me shit I already know. At least it is not cancer, heart disease or stroke related. When you find out why you are not losing weight, share it with the rest of the class, please.Know what's awesome? When your insurance says "your blood pressure is too high, get yourself on a statin so we can lower your rates" and two different doctors say "your blood pressure isn't even vaguely high enough to treat." It's almost as awesome as when they say "you're fat" and then you say "help me not be fat" and they say "you're not fat! Who called you fat? Why are you drinking half a gallon of creamer a day?"
Fortunately I'm opening a medical office rather than a Chuck E Cheese... experience has borne out the fact that toddlers are better-behaved in medical offices, and demographics have borne out that their parents are better-equipped to monetarily cover their shortfalls in behavior. It's under glass. I've had to buy two pieces of glass for my coffee table already (the first time because it didn't have one, the second time because if you're going to tighten a high chair onto glass best make sure it's safety). A 3' diameter piece of safety glass is around $100.
Update on me I'm back at the dorm. Different room, same guy to share it with as we both wrote to the administrator to place us together. Considering that administration at my dorm is one of the few places that didn't change since friggin Socialism Era and the only reliable way to summon them is to not pay the rent on time (I have never managed to find them in their office, we left the letter along with some paper on a pail in front of the door) I'm struggling to believe that they actually read it and will therefore say "that's damn lucky of us to get placed at random when there were some 1 to the 179700 odds for that" and buy myself a lottery ticket ;). Since I'm on the individual physics track I'll meet with my, now former, advisor along with new student that was assigned to him after inauguration. It's customary for me now to give him my contact info and show him the ropes around uni. Anyway, it means that now I'll be working with a different professor. If my luck wasn't spent entirely on dorm stuff, I hope I'll get to work with one theorist who is basically local guru on all things related to superconductors and mesoscopic physics. He was doing his post-doc here at the same time my father was working on his doctorate in the same institute, from what I gather they used to be friends but that's besides the point. Mathematics was supposed to get a bit on the back-burner for this semester, but that quickly changed after seeing who is going to conduct some of the courses. Not long afterwards I had squeezed into my schedule 'honours' ODE, Complex Analysis 1, Real Analysis, Differential Geometry 1 and Introductory Functional Analysis. Had to sacrifice two other subjects, but I took them mainly as easy and not so time-consuming minimum requirements filler so there's no regret about dropping them to pursue real maths :D. Update on my brother He improved a bit. Mostly out on medications but there were lucid episodes. I had no opportunity to talk with him, but according to my parents he was mainly confused and not even close to his normal sharp self. Pretty expected and I'm not surprised. I can still remember my mother's incoherent ramblings caused by the amount of painkillers she was under when she had a cyst pressing on pancreas. It's highly unsettling to know that one of the smartest people I know is in a state where he probably does not get why and where he is, but again… considering what's wrong with him and the amount of meds that he got I would be more freaked-out if he would actually be fully lucid. Either way, he is in oncological hospital, stable and after simply insane amount of tests. The tumour biopsy is, as I mentioned before, very tricky and not without certain risks but is scheduled on Friday morning. Results should be within a week or so, and as soon doctors will be clear on that the therapy proper will start. This likely means a directed/specialised chemotherapy followed by a surgical removal of (hopefully) shrinked tumour.
Had my right heart catheter procedure performed yesterday. The procedure itself went fine, the results are bad. I have diastolic heart failure. The doctors first thought is to treat the massive fluid overload and pressure issues I've got with drugs. Because I'm in early stages, and have a more in-depth understanding of what blood chemistry metrics they want to control than most, I think I can manage with diet alone, for at least a little while. I'm meeting with the nutritionist next week to put a tighter set of reins on my food restrictions, and I'm basically giving up alcohol. There is no real 'treatment' only management. There is no cure except a transplant, and as long as I'm able to hold down a job of some kind, complete basic ADLs (Activities of Daily Living), I won't be listed for one. And I don't want one besides. I'll hold out for a 3d printed one or a re-cellularized ghost organ. I don't know what else to say really. I took today and tomorrow off work even though by now I'm mostly recovered from the catheter. I'm not recovered from the additional diagnosis. I knew this day was coming for a long time, and now that it's here it's both under and overwhelming. Overwhelming in the sense that I have a lot of work to do. Underwhelming in the sense that it was a day like any other. There was some rain, I had fish tacos for lunch, went to bed after a mug of tea kinda like usual. I'm going to do my best. To eat right, drink the right amount. Take the pills I'm supposed to even if they scare me. I don't think I have any other option.
shit. I know a guy who will harvest your stem cells to possibly be used for that re-cellularize that ghost organ. That's a crap hand you've been played. Keep playing it as well as you can.I have diastolic heart failure.
a re-cellularized ghost organ.
I'm going to do my best.
About six months ago I was thinking about getting my motorcycle permit. After kleinbl00 and goobster gave me some excellent advice (and I saved a shit-load of money) I now have the permit and a bike! A gorgeous Suzuki SV650S. So thanks a bunch, guys! Not having to catch public transport to work and being able to park right at the front door of the cafe is making me so happy. I can't believe I didn't do this sooner. I was hoping to go for a few nice rides this weekend, but the weather doesn't want me to go. Stupid Victorian spring...
So happy for you! The SV650 is an excellent choice. All-around great bike, easy to take care of, easy to ride, sporty enough that it will far exceed your skills for a couple of years, so you can grow into it. And, when it falls over - because it will, either with you on it, or not - there isn't a whole lot of plastic and geegaws to get damaged. Happy riding, my friend!
It's definitely a step up from the CB125s we were using for the MSF equivalent here. I haven't ridden for longer than about 45mins in one go yet. The riding position is quite aggressive, so I'm not sure how I'll go with longer rides. Hoping to get out for a bit tomorrow if the weather is ok.
Decoupaging The above piece is currently both my best piece and the one I hate the most. It's a little 5x7 board with only two pieces, Ninjak and two skyscrapers in the background. I love it because it looks like they were meant to go together. Seriously, if you told me that was how the panel originally looked, I wouldn't have doubted you for a second. I hate it because with the exception of cutting and the drying time between coats, it took me all of five minutes to put together. It's criminal for something so low effort to come out so well. What's even worse is this would make a really good gift, but I'm the only person in my circle of friends who is a Valiant fan so I guess I'm keeping this one for myself. As an aside _refugee_, no pressure, but I'm still excited to see your decoupage post. The stuff tacocat and someguyfromcanada have shared have been so cool, it'll be fun to see another person's work. Quilting I'm gonna give learning how to quilt a second shot. I'm not gonna put decoupaging on the back burner or anything, as it's more of something I do when the mood strikes me, but I've always loved quilts and like cutting up comics, putting together a quilt could easily be something to do while I'm sitting in front of the television letting my brain rot. Like the last time, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I went to a quilt show over the weekend and was blown away by what I saw. It's weird saying that, because I love folk art, I love quilts, I've been to quilt shows before, but something clicked this time around. Suddenly, trying to learn how to quilt is not just a "maybe it'd be fun" kind of idea, it's now a "I think I really want to to do this idea." I'm not going to do anything overly ambitious for my first one (I think that was my mistake on my first try around, which is why I didn't get far). Maybe just a 2x2 square with random pieces to learn how the whole process works. I don't have a sewing machine, nor do I want to spend the money on one, so I think keeping things simple will work in my favor. I do have more ambitious ideas, like emulating Charley Harper or Eric Carle in quilt form, but that'd be way down the road. You know, when I actually know what I'm doing. I think for today, I'm just gonna sketch out random ideas until something sticks and maybe visit a fabric store or two to look at fabrics and books. I don't know any off the top of my head, but there's got to be at least one or two mom and pop fabric stores in this city. I know the supplies for this kind of stuff can add up fast, so if I'm gonna spend the money, I'd like to keep it local. Update 1: There are a few local shops. Off I go! Update 2: My haul. The ladies at the quilt shop were beyond nice. I spent about half an hour there just chatting away with them as they showed me around. When I told them that I was looking to do things by hand, they called me "brave," which means I might be in a bit over my head (which is a good place to be sometimes). They ended up letting me dig through their scrap fabrics where I found some really nice pieces of blues, greens, and browns. When it came time to check out, I saw that they weren't charging me for the fabric, to which I insisted that they do, to which they insisted that they won't. Long story short, they asked me to think about how much I'd be willing to pay for the fabric and donate it to charity. If this quilting thing takes off for me, they just got a loyal customer.
Absolutely! It's better than most Shadowrun artwork that I have ever seen, that's for sure. Maybe, maybe not. But bare in mind that sometimes low effort is the best way to get the desired result. One of the best short stories I ever wrote came after my teacher told me "Stop trying to invent weird stuff with tense, perspectives and technical syntax! You are attempting to tell a story, not get printed in 'A Name That Only Philology Graduate Would Know' journal for snobs". If it works, it works. It's better to get to perfection through small steps than wasting effort on making magnum opus in one go. ;)Seriously, if you told me that was how the panel originally looked, I wouldn't have doubted you for a second.
It's criminal for something so low effort to come out so well.
So... we meet again, Pubski! You thought you'd seen the last of me - but no! - here I am, to edify you with my ramblings. Eh. So, I am writing again. The two-season arc historical drama based on the founding of Seattle is charging right along... and I can't seem to carve out the necessary time I need to just sit and write. There is conflict, and drama, and love, and deviousness, and family, and strong women, and real native americans presented in a realistic way, and it's all based on actual historical events! I've been able to hew very close to the actual historical events and timeline, and still find a strong story to tell, that moves multiple plot lines forward across episodes, while making each episode a whole and complete thing unto itself! Yay! But to tell the story in a TV-friendly way, I think I need to time-shift two prominent historical events. I'm torn about this historical inaccuracy, but I am also not absolutely sure I need to move these events... from here it looks like I might need to move them... but as I get closer to writing them, I may find other ways to keep to a historically accurate timeline. We shall see. I'll stop thinking out loud and boring y'all to death... Bartender? How about a Laphroaig Quarter Cask with a single ice cube. Thanks.
I'm pretty new to learning history and treating it as something above "obligatory shit that I need to pass and be done with", but the more I read the more I'm leaning toward the words I heard once: "If you think that the world you live in has nothing interesting to write a story about, you likely know precisely shit about history". kleinbl00's recommendation of Destiny Disrupted made me reconsider my views on that topic more and more with each page. You seem to have a TV drama that I would watch with glee. Please, keep to the work and do your best. :DThere is conflict, and drama, and love, and deviousness, and family, and strong women, and real native americans presented in a realistic way, and it's all based on actual historical events!
I hated history throughout school... and almost the day I graduated, I fell deeply in love with it. There's a good place to start: Lies My Teacher Told Me It is an unfortunate title (not chosen by the author!!) that seems to lay the blame in the wrong place, but regardless of the poorly selected title, the content is a fantastic look at why history - REAL history - is important, and how our culture teaches terrible history due to systemic failures. Which will eventually lead you to looking into how history schoolbooks are chosen by a few utter nutballs in Texas with big religious axes to grind, and little knowledge of history.... and piss you off so bad, you will have no end to your rage. And then you'll realize that history is many things, and not one thing, and that you will find a specific time or place or people who will interest you, and you will read/learn about them from many different angles, and wind up with a rich understanding of them, yourself, culture, and humanity. It's a glorious journey. Enjoy it!
I don't have any title recommendations for you. My suggestion would be to approach it from another angle: Poland as a country is very interesting to Poles, but not so much to other cultures outside of Poland. However, Slavic languages and their history, permutations, and changes over time, is a rich area of research (linguistics) that is interesting to a very broad group of people. So I would suggest that you research the history and development of the Slavic languages, if you want to learn more about Poland and the Polish people. I am quite opposed to most forms of organized religion. But the study of history is the study of religion. You cannot separate the two topics. A good place to start is Who Wrote The Bible? which is an investigative look into the Bible and biblical history. The scientific approach they take to dissecting the different authors, timeframes when certain parts were written, the politics of the times and motivations of the writers, etc, is one of the best detective stories ever! Near the end the author makes some pretty big leaps to try and come up with a whopper ending for the book (by trying to actually name a specific author of one part of the Bible), but overall this is a fantastic book that takes an in-depth look at how religions get constructed. It's a well-written book that is fun to read, but also provides some amazing insights into several of the world's main religions. And it provides you with the tools you need to critically examine other sources and information you come across when looking at Polish history. Good luck with it! Actually, the odds are slim that you would just happen to know much about that but I'll ask anyway: do you happen to know of some non-Polish books about history of Poland?
Surprisingly, and despite popular stereotype, religion does not seem to have much sway on most things related to schools...
1) move them 2) write the rest 3) Find the solution that doesn't involve moving your historical events that is now obvious but was obscure I find that writers need to be sharks - the minute you stop moving is the minute you start to suffocate. It is far better to write 10 pages of blather than zero pages of considered prose. With visual products, the finished work is the one the editor finally hands off to distribution so it's excessively stupid to make sure this draft of the script is right until you're showing it to people with money.
Body My body sucks. Last week I had an allergic reaction to something I ate (I think, it happened shortly after eating a smoothie of food I've ate before...) and nearly sent myself to the ER. Really terrifying moment. On top of that, still working on strength and flexibility which is great but there's definitely some permanent damage to my knees due to a life of shitty biomechanics, likely where my patella interacts with my femur and tibia, as evidenced by how crazy crunchy it gets when you compress and then fully extend that joint. No pain, so that's a plus though. Life Went on a date last night for the first time in a while because I have no idea what I want to be doing and keep violently flipping back and forth but you know, it was a good time regardless of what happens from here! Got a drink and walked around town on a really crisp fall night and the girl was interesting. Past that, not too much new stuff on the horizon right now. Trying to make more friends since I really don't have many at this point in time, come to realize.
Tuesday my advisor told me: "Your 'problem' is that you actually care about teaching, instead of just viewing it as an obligation." Related: freshmen need a shitload of handholding, and it's impossible to do good research when you don't have multi-hour blocks of time to spend thinking. Taking a motorcycle class this weekend, though, so that will be fun!
Currently on a short road trip of the USA : driving up from new Orleans (it was a blast there). Currently in Walmart wi-fi , waiting out the thunderstorm in Richmond , Virginia. 1.5 days in Portland starting tomorrow, anything not in the guide books worth doing? Now that I got a taste of it, kind of want to buy a van and go west coast. This trip feels too rushed.
Just popping in before the rush and before I rush out the door. These past couple weeks have been more stressful than I had thought as I find myself recycling an old pattern - one that usually is my internal signal that if I don't do something I could 'slip' into depression again. That said, I'm keeping my eye out for good excuses to get out and bike a bit more or just get out of the apartment with the roommates. It's a bit scary since I've been relatively stable (in my own eyes) for about a year or so. Looking at my planner and just being at a club officer meeting last night I could tell next week will likely be more hectic if not less stressful. Ironic, knowing it's "Mental Illness Awareness Week" that will be the source of stress for next week, or at least the one with the biggest implications throughout the week. Looking forward to updating the Monthly Morale. I did reach a one-off, or small step to a goal, depending on perspective. I know we've seen "What do you do to relax?" around here. If not, then I'm just making stuff up, but that's besides the point: What do you do to keep your nerves down over the course of a stressful extended time-period/week? After all this, I'm taking a stroll through #meditation.
Hey, if you'll buy strangers from the internet a drink and dinner, you get to do whatever the fuck you want.
True. And I'd wager that any strangers on Hubski are typically the least strange.
Solitary sports. Running, juggling, tennis against the wall, going out on bike or push-against-surface workout (Poles call it 'Atlas', after the mythical world bearer, which seems like so much better name if you don't mind interjection). The higher intensity the less I can think about shit that keeps me tense. The less cerebral it is, the better. If for some reason I can't do sports, paradoxically what helps me is getting away from my comfort zone and reading about art, history or similar subjects. If that does not help… arts and crafts or just plain menial household tasks. Having said that, after reading it and looking on my life… maybe I should contact psychologist considering that I'm a neat-freak in top shape with hand-made wallet. ;)What do you do to keep your nerves down over the course of a stressful extended time-period/week?
Exercise seems to help a lot and can be meditative in a way. Yoga, running, weight-lifting, take your pick. I'd agree with Devac in the solitary nature of the exercise you are performing being an important part of stress relief.What do you do to keep your nerves down over the course of a stressful extended time-period/week?
Meditation is something I have been struggling to implement in my life but it definitely helps when I can do it consistently. For the most part, relaxing with a crochet project that has a very simple pattern or going on a building spree in Minecraft are some of the things I do when I need or want a little escape. When I am very stressed I load up a Fallout game and just go around annihilating raider camps or whatever else looks like it needs killing.
Relax on the couch with the dog and/or wife, reading, watching TV, or surfing the internet. Sometimes the best way to relax is to do nothing and do it with people you enjoy.What do you do to keep your nerves down over the course of a stressful extended time-period/week?
Chem sucks. I doubled up on Physics in high school cause I loved it and never took Chem, now I'm getting annihilated by an insanely overqualified teacher they shipped in from Poland, who shouldn't be teaching CH101 to anyone, let alone class after class of sleep-deprived cadets. Ionic bonds my ass.
I would be surprised if you didn't know about Khan Academy's Chemistry, but I'm sharing it regardless. Other than that, I can offer some help with chemistry (although I'm certain that there are much more qualified people on Hubski to do it) if you would find yourself in need. That's sad to hear. If that's any consolation, as a Pole no less, I never had a good chemistry teacher as well. Every single one out of the four that were teaching me left me with the exactly the same impression: "Way too overqualified, likely sincerely does not understand that the people he is supposed to teach don't know most of the underlying details or what happens in omitted steps that they deem as trivial".I'm getting annihilated by an insanely overqualified teacher they shipped in from Poland, who shouldn't be teaching CH101 to anyone
If you ever feel sad just remember, at least you're not in the state i'm in now, having taken enough drugs to kill a horse, but none of which have kicked in, so still feeling like your sinuses and head are about to implode Unless you do feel like that, in which case I'm so sorry
should be closing next week. lots of negotiating with the landlord (bs if you ask me). but hopefully everything should turn out good.