LET'S START WITH CURLING
As the MoPac Women's Club National Play-downs approach, and after the constant eating, entertaining, and gift-grabbing, I am finally am to concentrate on once again training for Curling.
* It began with water. I have been considerably dehydrated as of late and thus must forego the Champagne for that which is more cleansing
* The gym work-out. I am fortunate to be able to dedicate 45 minutes (occasionally more) to the gym five days per week. While I had Physical Therapy, there were few movements that I could achieve but now I am excited to be able to use the treadmill, weight machines, and free weights
* Head in the game. I bought the book, BETWEEN THE SHEETS. It's about building a championship Curling team - and a primary component seems to the role each member plays and the related team dynamics
* Choices, choices. It's time that I get serious. I need to purchase an appropriate "uniform-style" outfit. As well, I need to purchase replacements slider disks and consider my next evolution of curling shoes
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MAGAZINE ARTICLES LOOMING
I've been working on several magazine articles and am finally making good progress. So what is the problem? Well, communication for one thing. Two of these publishers have been slow in communicating -- and that is a distraction for me.
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EPISODES AND PODCASTS
Immediately after the Play-downs on the weekend of Jan 20-21, 2007 in Seattle, the plan is that I will promptly begin filming new episodes of THE GOTHIC GOURMET and soon after THE GOTHIC GOURMET PODCAST. The Podcast is a new venture that has long been in the works. I'm excited by the prospect and will soon write more about it.
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SCREENPLAYS
I have so many projects going at once and it always seems that my Screenplays are the last on the list since the deadlines of of my on device - yet I do make progress even here. My Action-Adventure is... well... it's the true love of my writing life. It is just a fact of my imagination that it is taking so long to complete. It's High Concept Action-Adventure. Go figure!
Easier, and yet another long in coming screeplay is a short inspired by the great Fellini. I will finish this at month's end, and may possibly begin filming before summertime.
Two other projects are in progress at the request of clients.
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AND THE COOKBOOK
Major setback. A primary contributor/chef is experiencing a medical crisis and is unable to continue in our work. And just as I was putting together the plan for the test kitchen.
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Alright. That's alot going on with changes happening fast.
More to come...
B.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
GOTHIC GOURMET UPDATE-01/05/2007
On August 8, 2006, The Gothic Gourmet was enjoying an evening out on the ice at the Logitech Ice Arena in San Jose, California. Goths on Ice - heh, sounds like a poor title for a Broadway Musical. Anyhow, I was out there throwing stones, sweeping, and more sweeping. My team was down one person and it was a nice change of pace to throw extra stones. In the last end, while sweeping a stone at the far left quadrant outside of the house, I hit a slick spot in the drop-off. There's no telling now how far I slid but it was far enough and long enough for me to through up my left arm to protect my head.
The impact was instant and the pain intense. My arm was stuck in its position next to my head so I grabbed it with my right hand and gave a yank! I stood to my feet, then sat back down on the ice as I realized there was not a little pain but an explosion of numbness overcoming me. There was no thought necessary. As I regained my resolve, I headed back into the game to finish the end. Why? you ask? If there was a time to sweep two more stones, it was while I was numb. That, and the fact that I'm insane for the Curling.
Turns out I tore my Rotator Cuff and received an Impaction Fracture to my left humerus. These injuries resulted in four months of intensive Physical Therapy and almost certainly an additional 6 to 12 months of work to regain my strength in that arm.
While I spent some three months time adjusting to my inability to do normal things such as laundry, dishes, showering, or clasping my bra, the remarkable reality was that I was able to Curl since curling does not require one to lift that arm. The Curling Gods were indeed with me.
A few days ago, it was confirmed that my Curling Rink (Team Coleman) will be competing in the Mountain Pacific Women's Club National Play-downs (play-offs) in Seattle, WA on January 20-21, 2007.
I am thrilled and honored to be on this team but I find myself marveling at the fact that I have come this far.
By the way, now I can lift my arm, swing it around, and reach. But lifting a 2 pound weight is still beyond me.
More soon...
B.
The impact was instant and the pain intense. My arm was stuck in its position next to my head so I grabbed it with my right hand and gave a yank! I stood to my feet, then sat back down on the ice as I realized there was not a little pain but an explosion of numbness overcoming me. There was no thought necessary. As I regained my resolve, I headed back into the game to finish the end. Why? you ask? If there was a time to sweep two more stones, it was while I was numb. That, and the fact that I'm insane for the Curling.
Turns out I tore my Rotator Cuff and received an Impaction Fracture to my left humerus. These injuries resulted in four months of intensive Physical Therapy and almost certainly an additional 6 to 12 months of work to regain my strength in that arm.
While I spent some three months time adjusting to my inability to do normal things such as laundry, dishes, showering, or clasping my bra, the remarkable reality was that I was able to Curl since curling does not require one to lift that arm. The Curling Gods were indeed with me.
A few days ago, it was confirmed that my Curling Rink (Team Coleman) will be competing in the Mountain Pacific Women's Club National Play-downs (play-offs) in Seattle, WA on January 20-21, 2007.
I am thrilled and honored to be on this team but I find myself marveling at the fact that I have come this far.
By the way, now I can lift my arm, swing it around, and reach. But lifting a 2 pound weight is still beyond me.
More soon...
B.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
GOTHIC GRIEF
It's interesting and strange how humans react to situations in their lives. Some run to the freezer and straight into the throws of Hagen-Das ice cream where a lifetime of woe will sit heavily on the hips. Others crawl into bed and stay there draped in covers until the day when boredom overtakes them, only then to jump up to meet the new day. Goths usually prefer to "experience" tragedy in all its glory.
When I was in college, I went through a traumatic marital breakup. It was one of those scary times when one needs to draw inward to find an altered strength. After about three hazy days, I realized that I had not eaten anything. My first thought was… ready for this? Porridge. That's right, the boiled variety.
I went to the market and bought long cooking Oats, Cream of Rice, and some other something that I never could eat nor remember the name though it was like Grits - yet another taste I have not acquired. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were, as I called it, "Time for gruel." I basically took myself out of this time and lived in another. No heat; only candlelight and cold water. Porridge and poetry were my sustenance. How melodramatic!
Yet, it was an authentic experience. By drawing away from the frenzy of electronics and machinery, and subsisting on the barest of resources, I could actually feel the ache in my cells. Only then did that quiet voice emerge. It was that voice that heals, that causes the mind to overcome the mediocre sideways movement of atoms, and creates pathways to living better. In austerity, I found calm.
Goths tend to find these unique visions by experiencing agony. Though many find a need to manufacture pain, I find there are plenty of sorrowful experiences if one waits long enough. The question is: how well do you fall in order to rise again?
Copyright © 2006 The Gothic Gourmet
When I was in college, I went through a traumatic marital breakup. It was one of those scary times when one needs to draw inward to find an altered strength. After about three hazy days, I realized that I had not eaten anything. My first thought was… ready for this? Porridge. That's right, the boiled variety.
I went to the market and bought long cooking Oats, Cream of Rice, and some other something that I never could eat nor remember the name though it was like Grits - yet another taste I have not acquired. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were, as I called it, "Time for gruel." I basically took myself out of this time and lived in another. No heat; only candlelight and cold water. Porridge and poetry were my sustenance. How melodramatic!
Yet, it was an authentic experience. By drawing away from the frenzy of electronics and machinery, and subsisting on the barest of resources, I could actually feel the ache in my cells. Only then did that quiet voice emerge. It was that voice that heals, that causes the mind to overcome the mediocre sideways movement of atoms, and creates pathways to living better. In austerity, I found calm.
Goths tend to find these unique visions by experiencing agony. Though many find a need to manufacture pain, I find there are plenty of sorrowful experiences if one waits long enough. The question is: how well do you fall in order to rise again?
Copyright © 2006 The Gothic Gourmet
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