need i say more?
your body, your temple
my first job out of college as 22 year-old was as a part-time associate at moca. the museum was located in a centuries-old, school building, which was grandfathered in past the current nyc building codes. there was no elevator so staff and visitors had to schlep up four flights of steep stairs to reach our galleries. one morning, my co-worker, who was in her 30s and had been working at moca since her undergraduate days, came into the office panting.
she looked over at me and half-jokingly said, “ever since i hit 25, those stairs are impossible for me. my knees crackle and i have to stop to catch my breath.”
of course, i didn’t believe her, though she’s not the type to exaggerate. still, here was a thin woman in her 30s who led an active lifestyle and ate healthily, which if you worked in chinatown like we did, was a miracle unto itself. how could someone so young be so worse for wear? fast forward three years later to me resting in the stairwell and rubbing my knees, as a throng of schoolchildren run by energetically as if they downed coffee and redbull for breakfast. ah, that’s what she meant…
it’s no secret that our bodies start to breakdown from the moment we’re born. ok – maybe not that extreme, but according to this dude, male bodies stop growing around 18-20:
and once it stops, there’s nowhere to go but down. how about muscle? according to forbes, we lose five to seven pounds of muscle tissue each decade of our adult lives. that’s like, an olsen sister every ten years of our lives! i can’t lose mary-kate and ashley!
we’ve only got one body to work with, so what can we do to prevent it from falling apart on us? a quick search led to these articles that are more or less of the same as everything else i’ve found online:
– 30s – what changes and how to fix it
– living healthy in your 30s
– how to lose weight fast in your 30s
but despite all this “expert” advice, i think we all know the secret to staying young: plastic surgery and lots of it. duh.
i’m going crazy, i’m losing my mind
this girl is SICK:
her runs and range are out of this world. what’s in the water over in england that’s producing all these neo-soul british women?
i’ve got an audition on sunday. as always, i feel totally out of practice. i should make it a habit to practice a monologue weekly just to keep it fresh in my head. oy vey. i’m really starting to worry about my memory, though.
for instance, this morning, i was making a cup of coffee using our espresso machine. my usual routine:
– dump out old grounds from the portafilter
– use portafilter to measure fresh beans
– pour beans into grinder and grind
– transport grounds back into the portafilter and brew
… not as difficult or confusing as it sounds.
EXCEPT i totally forgot to grind the coffee beans at all. i just stuck the portafilter with the whole beans in it back onto the machine and started brewing. i was brewing beans. whole beans!
when i saw that the coffee was coming out clear, i realized my mistake and had to grind the steamed beans. it still tasted really good, but oh my god — what is going on with me?
i wonder how much of this has to do with the fact that i’m totally inactive and the temp jobs i’ve been getting have not been challenging AT ALL. i think that’s why i’ve been like a lion pounding on any opportunity to take on a leadership role through KT (like producing this next big show of ours). my brain cells are dying. i need to do some daily sudoku or something!!!
tonight is the big NI and AL lovefest dinner. we have a delicious menu planned. it’s a beautiful day and i’m sure it’ll be a fun evening. had a chance to catch up with JL last night while NI and AL snuck out for drinks and dessert with AL’s friends. we were talking about some pretty deep things – forming new friendships, recognizing in yourself the attributes you kinda despise in other people, relationships. it’s unavoidable, but still can’t believe that she’ll be heading away for school in just a few months. the bay will definitely suck without her.
bagh — let’s not think about it. just means we got to have more QT!
don’t get used to
get used to
don’t get used to
don’t get used to
don’t even get too used to (things)
if you get too used to things
you won’t be moved
if you aren’t moved
your life is over
nothing is worse than becoming too used to things
always the first time
always the first impression
no matter how many times
you do it
it’s the first time for today
because it’s the first time
you tremble with excitement
and that’s all right
it’s natural to tremble
when it’s the first time
– mitsuo aida
i transcribed the above from the mitsuo aida gallery in tokyo. the format and some words might be off because a) i wrote it in my little notebook, b) i wrote it in a rush because there was a swarm of visitors surrounding me, and c) now i can’t read my handwriting. but i love the gist of the poem. never get too used to anything because that’s what living is all about. i think it’s especially applicable to relationships. i was definitely thinking about mgs who i will never get used to 🙂
what makes me laugh
this seriously cracks me up:
… perhaps it reminds me WAY too much of me as a little kid (err… or as an adult). i cannot stop looking at this! see the full “comprehensive gif library” at jezebel.
yesterday we held auditions for KT and a lot of strong performers and newbies came out. i think all the KT members were flattered to have such a good turnout. it could be summed up by what one of my sketchmates said: they want to join our group???
anyway, i’m so inspired by the auditions and now have two new sketches in mind to write. stay tuned!
Will Dao 