on bodies

I vacillate endlessly on whether I love human bodies and find them extraordinary, or whether I hate them--stupid, frustrating things bursting with varicose veins and further grotesque-ness. I just got back from Harmony's performance, where I was reminded of the range of expression of bodies: the choreography harmony was part of, Monster, was intense intense, to the point of having to look away at moments. It differed from the other pieces in that it featured tensed, contracted bodies held in suspense, interacting through pain and suspicion, whereas, much of the others had costumed their dancers in flowy shirts and had a lot of contact improv influence a lot of running in large circles building up momentum and beautiful turns and spins. Really beautiful--even if not so interesting--and reminding me of what bodies can do. But just earlier today, Lauryn mentioned that within 9 days of not using your body, 35% of your muscle mass atrophies. 35% in 9 days! Ridiculous. Or ree-dee-culous, à la Malandrino.

My own bodily foible: I have poor circulation and, as a result, my extremeties always feel a little cold. Normal. Just put on sockies. however, my nose--which really does not stick out so much from the rest of my face--is generally one thousand degrees colder than the rest of my head. It's absurd. More absurd is the way it forces me to cup my hand around my nose and give it occasional little squeezes. I have thought that a possible solution might be to get a little mitten for my nose. It would be strange, I grant you, but I think I could rock that.

THE LISTS

to do class: Read aristotle summaries. Read poetics. Plan midterm.

to do work: Write intro section of article. Revise c1--give to ps advisor.

to do life: Laundry. Grind kitty litter into the oil stain on my garage space.

to do blitz: sarah, marilyn, giulia, irmary, mariana, robin, journal editor man, marinn, katie.