adventures of a belly dancing acupuncturist

This started as a travelogue to Turkey in the fall '05 so that I wouldn't have to send multiple emails and postcards. I'm still adding anecdotes as I remember them, but it's morphing into a "rant to the ether" spot. Stay, or go. This is my bit of space to do with what I wish.

Friday, April 28, 2006

less impaired typing

a better cast in a beautiful and vibrant purple, less confining. no pins. if the finger heals well in the position it was reduced to (took 2 tries) then I won't need pins at all. and if the deep pain that woke me up before 5 am Wednesday is a clue, the bone is knitting together well. and the candle to St. Lazarus with calcium pills pressed into it can't hurt (Lazarus was Jewish, so no big conflict here).

yes, I can work. even took a new client on Wednesday. and I can write too (chart notes!). so those of you who took notice of Coloradolib's shout out, email me at if you need a truly good acupuncturist.

I'm in such a good mood that I won't even rant about the mediocre dancers and the experienced dancers who turned in dull performances Saturday night at the big show with a too short performance from Momo Kadous.

Friday, April 21, 2006

left hand typing

I missed all of the Kos in Colorado festivities as I managed to trip, fall and crunch up part of my right pinky finger early Wednesday afternoon. Fun. I hope to be a testament to the powers of homeopathics and topical Chinese linaments and find out that I am healing so well on Tuesday that the hand specialist will not need to put a couple of pins in the bone. It will be worth wearing this unwieldy cast, way bigger than the injury would seem to need, for 6 days.

This typing with one hand thing is frighteningly laborious.

Glad to see the Ken Gordon love being spread 'round the blogosphere. In '08 he will be the go to guy on ethics in elections nation wide - and he will be one of those dems who will find the '08 convention (likely being held within blocks of his home and work) an unexpected launching pad into statesmanhood.

Look for me, pre cast, on a channel 9 news feature about wellness services one can order in at the Teatro Hotel sometime during sweeps. Or if you're going to stop by the 9 News Health Fair Tuesday at the Webb building before work, visit me at the Acupuncture Association of Colorado's information table.

And buy the new Norfolk & Western CD, The Guilded Age, because it's wonderful and 8 years after I last saw her, Rachel still amazes me with her breadth of talent.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Orhan Pamuk's The New Life

What if life? A period of time.

What is time? An accident.

What is an accident? A life. A new life.

Today we are altogether defeated, the West has swallowed us up, trampled on us in passing. They have invaded us down to our soup, our candy, our underpants; they have finished us off. But someday, someday perhaps a thousand years from now, we will avenge ourselves; we will bring an end to this conspiracy by taking them out of our soup, our chewing gum, our souls.

2 months to read the first half of the book, 2 hours to read the second half. I've never had such a lopsided experience with a book. I've also rarely read such a mind warp of a book either.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

from art walk to the political beat

Helping friends at their openings until 11 pm is fine, unless you have to be out the door fresh and ready to delve into the nuts and bolts of the political process at 8am. Needless to say, my dithering of what amongst 3 great options I wanted to go out and do later that night was for naught, as I was too wrecked to do anything (even read) and channel surfed in exhausted boredom.

My personal highlights of the Denver County Assembly . . . hm. Not as exciting as last time, but without the presidential primary (and our strong pro Kucinich group) and a senatorial primary, it was more like going through the motions. Unlike some, I was happy to hear the heckling of Hick and Salazar, and I applauded the man who, in response to Salazar's statement that Colorado finally has a democrat in the US senate after 12 years, yelled No We Don't. Ken Gordon should be a national figure once he becomes Secretary of State, an example of how the office should be run. I very much liked the CU Regent at large candidate, Ludwig I believe, who came late as he was barnstorming the state that day. Many others have the detailed recaps that laziness prevents me from providing.

And I liked the bit of snark that came up in the HD5 meeting at the end. We range from yuppies and the like in Lodo, to well raised living to a lower income standard then their parents (ie, me) and younger fresh faced college kids in the variety of capitol hill rentals to some true working class folks in the SW edge of the district just south of Auraria. I like that we had the 4 folks who wanted to be selected to the platform committee have a quickie debate (we got to elect 1). I like that we have a handful of folks who aren't doing the computer/email thing. We have range and variety, and we may be the most diverse and representative microcosm of the democratic party. And if we get the '08 convention, the bulk of it and its events are going to be in our own HD5, so we better get our shit together and serve as an example of diversity coming together to work as the big tent that we are supposed to be.

One of the options while channel surfing last night was The Beach. I caught the scene where the leader gives this grand passionate tribute the the place they've called home for 6 years. Quite the politico, with all of the tyrannical charisma needed to have her own little queendom. Frighteningly enough, it felt appropriate to watch after my morning activities.

And I won a ticket to the ACLU forum with Gary Hart on Tuesday over at Soap Blox Colorado. Is that the hint that I am delinquent in registering over there? Too bad I'm working til 7:30 or so that night to allow myself to get to a Seder on time the next night. I hope Aaron can find another appreciative recipient.

Please pause and send a blessing to the Hook family. My great aunt Flora died on Thursday afternoon. She put up with my uncle and his 4 terms on the city council. She was a straight talker, never minced words.

Rest in peace Auntie Faigie.