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Nuts-N’-Bolts

For the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Why must I have these fantastic ideas like, Let’s put the menu for my portfolio site in the bottom left corner! That way, I won’t be able to use the standard nested unordered list to stylize my menu, and I’ll have to come up with some effed up way to rig it! Yeah, that sounds like fun!

I feel like the answer is obvious, yet it eludes me. I’m sure that a.) it’s just a little late at night for actual mental activity to be successful, and b.) upon a proper Googling later, the answer will present itself.

In the meantime, anyone who’d care to school me on how daft I’m being right now is welcome to take a gander at my portfolio in progress. I just want the goddamn submenus to stay visible. *sigh*

It’s a very basic problem. I just need more sleep to conquer it.

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Motivation

Back when I was in college, I had a hard time making myself go to class. (Hence that 7-year Bachelors Degree that should have taken four.) Once I got to my Sophomore or Junior year, I started a juvenile but helpful system to reinforce good behavior: I printed out a monthly calendar, with my class schedule listed on each weekday, and stuck a small happy-face sticker on each day where I went to all my scheduled classes. If, by the end of the week, I had happy-face stickers on every day, I would stick a large “Special Sticker” to the calendar as a reward and a reminder that I had succeeded for that week. Sometimes it would be a sticker of my own, but sometimes my roommate Amy would present me with my Special Sticker for the week, if she was duly impressed.

As I recall, I rarely got Special Stickers — maybe once a month, if that. Even so, the sticker system really did help me go to more classes. I’d look at my calendar and remind myself that if I could just make myself sit through [insert pointless 2:30 class here], I’d get my sticker for the day. Seems silly, but it worked. Even when I didn’t get a Special Sticker for the week, I could see the classes I’d ticked off on each day and say, well, I was only one class away from a Special Sticker this week!

Well, with me trying to focus on only a few things at a time these days, I decided that I would revisit the calendar-sticker strategy. I have a calendar by my desk with a list of daily to-do items: work on my portfolio, follow up with job apps, do one daily chore, wash dishes, walk for 45 minutes, and aikido once a week. I’ve pruned back a little, since I wasn’t able to do everything I wanted to do in an evening — now I’ll either work on my portfolio or follow up on a job app, for instance, but not both. Yet, I hadn’t gotten a daily sticker after over a week of trying my new-old system of reinforcement.

Last night, I looked at my daily list, and realized that I just had to do a daily chore and I’d get a sticker. So, pretty late at night, by the time I should have been having my Quiet Time and getting ready for bed, I cleared the remainder of the crap out of the suitcase that’s been sitting by my bed for two months, put it away, and counted my chore complete. Yay, sticker!!

Sure, it seems small and silly and childish… but, if it works, I’m all for it. It shouldn’t have been such an impetus ten years ago, either, but it was. It’s all part of taking joy in the small things, I suppose.

After I finish my new portfolio and secure a new job, I can shift to a new focus: writing, or genealogy, or whatever strikes my fancy in another month or so. Then I’ll set myself another reachable goal, lay out daily mini-goals like I have now, rinse and repeat. Eventually, I shouldn’t need my sticker system to keep me focused on-task. That’s the hope, anyway.

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Deathly Hallows: Done. (No Spoilers)

I’m not quite ready to write a giant spoileriffic review yet. Suffice to say, without mentioning any real plot points, that this book was packed with adventure in places, ungodly slow in others, and most of the loose ends were wrapped up to my satisfaction. I chuckled, I got all misty, I generally got as involved in this book as any other HP book. The epilogue left me wanting, just a little, but still gave me that little morsel of So Now What?

I need some more time to let it sink in (and to let all my friends — including my spouse — finish reading). Overall, I feel that this was more than a sufficient ending to the series. It does feel a little saddening, though — no more Harry Potter books to look forward to.

Later, perhaps, I’ll give things some more thought and write more in-depth. For now, though, I’ll just let everyone finish first.

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Quick Weekend Recap

Friday night: watched webcast of J. K. Rowling reading the first chapter of Deathly Hallows at midnight British Summer Time (which was 7pm Eastern). Waited a few minutes after that, and couldn’t take the suspense anymore. Downloaded HP7 from a favorite bittorrent website, and read the first 20 chapters before the book was officially released in the U.S.

Saturday: Aikido Basics Seminar from 9am to noon. Lunch at the Garden Cafe with Aaron, then back to the dojo at 3pm for a brief class and kyu testing. I wasn’t testing this time, but it was valuable to watch the testing process, as I should be testing this fall. Hung out at the dojo after class, but didn’t partake in the “pot luck.” (There was some food, but the pot luck was mainly comprised of different kinds of alcohol. Sake, microbrews, champagne…) Got home just after 6pm and spent the evening at home with Aaron. (Deathly Hallows arrived from Amazon with Saturday’s mail, BTW.)

Today: Aaron’s off doing grocery shopping right now. Later this afternoon, we’ll be meeting a co-worker/friend of Aaron’s, and we’ll all be driving up to Detroit for a free festival featuring They Might Be Giants. The one chance I had to see TMBG live, at BGSU, the show was cancelled due to lack of interest (supposedly), so I’m especially looking forward to tonight.

For now, though, I’m going to be reading some more Harry Potter until Aaron gets back from the store.

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Today’s Class

I thoroughly enjoyed today’s class, excessively short though it seemed. We did an extended version of the warmups we normally do, and certain aspects of it were explained a little more in-depth. Then we broke out into ranks, and us rankless mukyu helped the one mukyu who’s planning to test this Saturday by playing uke (a.k.a. “the throwee”) and letting her toss us around. It was also really helpful to me, so that I could start recognizing and naming some of the techniques I’ve been learning. We also broke things down and I got to play nage (the thrower instead of the throwee) with Roy-sempai. Yes, the same Roy-sempai whom I inadvertently allowed to twist my arm last week. I got to learn that very technique more thoroughly today, so that hopefully won’t happen again.

After that, we broke into mixed pairs to do a few basic techniques. Grabs, throws, nothing extravagant. One of these, though, separated those who could roll (not me) from those who couldn’t (me). I tried being uke once; Sensei saw my sorry excuse for a roll, and took me aside and showed me *again* how it’s done. Not the cool-looking flying around sort of roll that everyone else can do, but a roll beginning on hands and knees. Granted, that’s where I need to start — but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating to feel like everyone’s watching me crawl around on my little corner of the mat, doing somersaults.

Of course, that’s what I need, on several levels. I came to a level of acceptance that I needed with that.

After class, I spontaneously asked Sensei if I could join the Zen Meditation group that meets after class on Wednesdays. He had no problem with that, and took a goodly amount of one-on-one time with me to explain the basics of zazen. He also asked why I was interested in zen meditation, and I may have made my spiritual “search” seem a little more recent than it really was. I “came out” as a non-Christian pretty early on in our conversation, and I inadvertently exaggerated the void that my denial of organized religion had left. After that, I tried to play up the other life changes (job, potential family) to downplay the religious/spiritual. I also managed to throw in the comment from Ms. Beall that I mentioned earlier, and Sensei was aghast that I had such a teacher. “She was a gift,” I believe he said. I had to agree.

The practice itself involved chanting, seated meditation, and walking meditation. The chanting was slightly odd for me — I’ll bet it sounds a lot better in an Eastern language rather than a Germanic language like English — but I think I picked up on it well enough.

I left the dojo feeling relaxed, physically energized/tired, mentally relaxed and alert, and in a particularly good mood.

And smelly. Did I mention smelly? Yes, sweaty and smelly.

Consensus? Wednesday nights at the dojo are a go. I hardly ever want to eat dinner after aikido, anyway, so it works out. Brief class, chill at the dojo, a couple hours of group meditation… sounds like a proper weekly devotional to me.