I've been trampled by an elephant
Feb. 2nd, 2008 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonBut in a good way. My regular massage therapist was out today and her replacement was of the pull your limbs out and kneel on your backbody type of massage therapist, digging really deep. My brain suggests this is Thai massage but I don't know if my brain has any basis for this in fact. You know the episode of the Muppets where Peter Sellers plays the insane massage therapist working on Link Hogthrob? Yeah. I may be sore later but right now I feel like everything works smoothly and fluidly. She had some interesting thoughts for me about being a side sleeper, which I am (in fact, I'm a downright fetal sleeper). It's causing some problems in my right arm and shoulder and left hip, as I sleep more on the right side. Food for thought--could certainly explain the stiffness of my right arm when dancing and the perpetual sore spot in my left hip. Not sure if I can sleep any other way, but I'll give it a shot. Anyway, I do love my regular therapist but this one had a lot to offer me too. I took her card.
Saw the Chet Baker documentary with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spitcurl last night. What a well done film--Chet Baker was pretty much a jerk, but a charming one (viewer's opinions may vary). He treated the women in his life badly, but instead of getting mad at him they all got mad at each other, very sad. The footage of the jazz clubs and recording sessions back in the 50s and 60s was stunning, truly classic cool jazz iconography in action. The film was made in 1988 and the director made the wise decision to keep the 88 footage in black and white, creating a seamless view of his life--because after all, that's how life is lived, the past is remembered in the same colors as those in which the present is lived. It would be easy to see Chet Baker as tragic, except that, apart from the aforementioned jerkiness, he refused to see himself that way. Maybe he was only conning himself as he conned so many others, but in the end, he did leave a legacy of beautiful music behind him.
I'm currently working on integrating all my old devices with the new computer and Vista. My mp3 player is just old enough to make its integration a challenge, but I think I've figured it out. The manufacturer's website tells me I have to upgrade the software on a Windows2000/NT machine and then copy it over to the Vista machine, meanwhile uninstalling Windows Media Player and then reinstalling it, but I refuse to jump through all those hoops. It looks like I don't really need their software anyway, so there. Next project, the digital camera, which is older than the mp3 player, but we'll see--I suspect Vista won't need its manufacturer's software either. I think so far I am liking this Vista. I am definitely liking how very quick and very quiet the computer itself is!
Saw the Chet Baker documentary with
spitcurl last night. What a well done film--Chet Baker was pretty much a jerk, but a charming one (viewer's opinions may vary). He treated the women in his life badly, but instead of getting mad at him they all got mad at each other, very sad. The footage of the jazz clubs and recording sessions back in the 50s and 60s was stunning, truly classic cool jazz iconography in action. The film was made in 1988 and the director made the wise decision to keep the 88 footage in black and white, creating a seamless view of his life--because after all, that's how life is lived, the past is remembered in the same colors as those in which the present is lived. It would be easy to see Chet Baker as tragic, except that, apart from the aforementioned jerkiness, he refused to see himself that way. Maybe he was only conning himself as he conned so many others, but in the end, he did leave a legacy of beautiful music behind him.I'm currently working on integrating all my old devices with the new computer and Vista. My mp3 player is just old enough to make its integration a challenge, but I think I've figured it out. The manufacturer's website tells me I have to upgrade the software on a Windows2000/NT machine and then copy it over to the Vista machine, meanwhile uninstalling Windows Media Player and then reinstalling it, but I refuse to jump through all those hoops. It looks like I don't really need their software anyway, so there. Next project, the digital camera, which is older than the mp3 player, but we'll see--I suspect Vista won't need its manufacturer's software either. I think so far I am liking this Vista. I am definitely liking how very quick and very quiet the computer itself is!
