in need of a physiological mapquest
May. 24th, 2006 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radfrac_archive_fullThe pectoral muscles are not where I believed them to be. They are in the general vicinity, but higher.
This is not unprecedented. It was not many years ago that I finally realized that the waist, rather than being the circumference directly above the hip-bone, was the narrow bit quite a lot further up. I blame low-slung fashion and a general lack of identification with the Female Form.
The pectorals, though. I've been doing deskercise--using one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inlandsea's eight-pound weights with one hand while working on the computer with the other. It's sproadic and hardly serious, but even with this I've noticed a little bit of development, which is to say that instead of being a board-slat flat area above my splendidly rounded belly, my pectorals now show a slight emphasis, as though in speaking you dwelt a moment longer than you expected on a small and unimportant word. Before saying something like "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious", which would be aforementioned mountain flanked by the molehills. And that is as many metaphors as I feel comfortable compressing into one paragraph.
But they're higher than I expected. Is there perchance a muscle a bit lower than the pectorals that I could work on instead? Otherwise I am worred about knocking myself in the chin one day.
I went for a night run yesterday. I walked most of the way back, so it wasn't entirely successful qua run, but I seem to have become someone who at least considers working off tension by... exercising. This amuses.
I wondered hopefully if this might be about me learning at last to also be a Body. I am quite good at being a Mind, sometimes even a Soul (don't tell anyone), and have at times been fairly confident I was a decent Fsck, but I've never quite managed to really inhabit corporeality.
In other news, why didn't anyone tell me that Battlestar Galactica was freakishly brilliant? Well,stitchinmyside did, but it was sort of our sleeper compared to Firefly and LOST. And it's not like I've seen LJ raving about its brilliance the way I have about other shows. Maybe it goes downhill? We've only seen the miniseries and Episode One, and so far I'm, you know, blown away, wa ha ha.
Also, their swear word is "Frac", which makes me preen a little.
One day I will do a review post. Ask the Dust with Leirdal, BG withstitchinmyside and inlandsea, and The Infamous Bettie Page with the whole fam damily. Er, briefly, B+, A, C+.
AUGH. They make me do double spaces after periods at work, and it keeps creeping into my real typing. Robert Bringhurst would disown me. I mean, if he owned me.
{rf}
This is not unprecedented. It was not many years ago that I finally realized that the waist, rather than being the circumference directly above the hip-bone, was the narrow bit quite a lot further up. I blame low-slung fashion and a general lack of identification with the Female Form.
The pectorals, though. I've been doing deskercise--using one of
inlandsea's eight-pound weights with one hand while working on the computer with the other. It's sproadic and hardly serious, but even with this I've noticed a little bit of development, which is to say that instead of being a board-slat flat area above my splendidly rounded belly, my pectorals now show a slight emphasis, as though in speaking you dwelt a moment longer than you expected on a small and unimportant word. Before saying something like "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious", which would be aforementioned mountain flanked by the molehills. And that is as many metaphors as I feel comfortable compressing into one paragraph.But they're higher than I expected. Is there perchance a muscle a bit lower than the pectorals that I could work on instead? Otherwise I am worred about knocking myself in the chin one day.
I went for a night run yesterday. I walked most of the way back, so it wasn't entirely successful qua run, but I seem to have become someone who at least considers working off tension by... exercising. This amuses.
I wondered hopefully if this might be about me learning at last to also be a Body. I am quite good at being a Mind, sometimes even a Soul (don't tell anyone), and have at times been fairly confident I was a decent Fsck, but I've never quite managed to really inhabit corporeality.
In other news, why didn't anyone tell me that Battlestar Galactica was freakishly brilliant? Well,
stitchinmyside did, but it was sort of our sleeper compared to Firefly and LOST. And it's not like I've seen LJ raving about its brilliance the way I have about other shows. Maybe it goes downhill? We've only seen the miniseries and Episode One, and so far I'm, you know, blown away, wa ha ha.Also, their swear word is "Frac", which makes me preen a little.
One day I will do a review post. Ask the Dust with Leirdal, BG with
stitchinmyside and inlandsea, and The Infamous Bettie Page with the whole fam damily. Er, briefly, B+, A, C+.AUGH. They make me do double spaces after periods at work, and it keeps creeping into my real typing. Robert Bringhurst would disown me. I mean, if he owned me.
{rf}
