Well, today I get to be a technological genius (relatively speaking) by helping my 80something mother learn how to use her new iPhone 5C! I do not look forward to being baffled by technological changes in my near future (which I am afraid we all must face at some point as our brains slow and technology inevitable speeds up), but for  now it's the bees knees and I'm omniscient.
Oh crap, it's already 3:30, I wanted to leave early for dancing, and I need a nap something fierce (having slept like a slug covered in salt last night: well, maybe not quite that bad, but  you know). I re-read my comments from my massage practical exam, and it makes more sense now (I was sorely disappointment at the time), but I think there may yet be some hope for me learning to be a decent massage therapist.
As everyone in the country seems to know, it's the massive Giants victory parade in San Francisco today (they just won the World Series), plus it will be Halloween in San Francisco, plus there is a Critical mass Bike event, so I'm staying the hell away from San Francisco today. My sleep deprivation problem is that I got up early today to go to yoga in Petaluma with Wendy (and meet some keen older dudes, like me, who also do yoga) after not sleeping at all well last night, then I'm going dancing tonight, then up early tomorrow for massage class, then dinner with Wendy (it's her birthday, and she invited me along with all the other classmates), then driving to San Francisco for the bi-weekly (semi-weekly? crap, whatever: every two weeks) Fusion dance in the Mission, then down to San Jose after the dance to crash at the condo, then up for breakfast with Val & Kyle (I think), then who knows (maybe Ken, maybe not), then Balboa at 3:00 PM Sunday, and heading back up to Windsor Sunday after dinner (around 7:30 or so), arriving by 10:00 PM, at which point I expect that I'll collapse in bed...Also, I have a big anatomy test to study for on Monday in school - so I hope that I sleep better Sunday night than I did last night! OK, I have now wasted sufficient time that it is once again time to go do something, this time it is GO DANCE!!

hmmm. So, I missed a day in my blog, and my last "entry", which I actually did start yesterday was just a timeline of what I'd done that day, which is not so much an actual blog as just a on-line dumping ground for my brain (plus I passed out on the couch before getting to the proof reading phase). If I were a MUCH more fascinating person, that might make a suitable blog, but until my life is a keen as Hank's on Californication, I think I'd better find somewhat more entertaining topics. I heard that they caught the guy in Pennsylvania that is accused of shooting some state troopers, I remember when I was driving out to CA last month I was kind of paranoid as I drove across PA because he was on the loose (and had just recently been accused of the shootings). I hope they got the right guy, I figure he's going down at this point. I was a bit surprised that he was not killed while being taken into custody: I guess I'm more jaded than I need to be.
I'm glad I haven't ever been in a position where it seemed like a good idea to shoot anyone - I don't think I'd be very good at running and hiding out in the wilderness. In fact, I don't think I'd even try wilderness, it seems far to easy to find someone: Hong Kong, Beijing, Shanghai - although I'd stand out there...New York seems too obvious (plus people know me there, I'd need to wear disguises). As I said, luckily I am not in a position that I need to worry about this.
I was telling my classmates that I function best on excessive exercise, but I keep arranging my life so that I don't get it. I got almost none today. Tomorrow will have dancing and yoga, Saturday will have massage and dancing (if I make it to SF), and Sunday will have a couple hours of Balboa, so hopefully I'll end up with some the next few days. But not the 8-10 hours that my body seems to find ideal: at least until it breaks (like in Summer Field). But now I know better how to deal with broken body parts, so maybe...we'll just have to see, I guess.
Baby rhinos are pretty cute - there is a FaceBook video of a baby rhino playing with a baby goat (and trying to act all goat and hoppy like). But I suspect that baby rhinos turn into big rhinos, and a big rhino jumping about like a baby goat would just be kind of terrifying...OK, time to check the post for grammar and whatever else (clearly not content), tomorrow I am hoping for something just a bit more witty (or at least pithy)!

Gosh, 10:13 PM already - so sorry. I know that this isn't a diary, per-say, but today was kinda full of "stuff" - up at 7:00 to practice massage, a 2 1/2 hour drive down to Palo Alto to collect my Mom from my sister and all three of us attending a meeting with my Mom's financial adviser, then further south to San Jose to meet Kyle and Val for dinner (at the Old Spaghetti Factory), then another 2 1/2 hour drive back up to Windsor. Then, I must admit, I watched "Agents of Shield" on TV, and now it's after 10:00 and I'm fucking exhausted and realizing that I hadn't written anything for my blog today. Pooh.
My poor sister is having more medical problems: it seems that she's had WAY more than her share of troubles, it really doesn't seem fair. There's not much to do yet, she's having more tests done, but she has really thrown everything into caring for my Dad (now deceased) and my Mom over the last year or so, which for her means really not being able to care sufficiently for her own health, and now her body is letting her know how big a mistake that is. I hope that my own time here is less damaging on me (since I react super differently to stress than my sister, I am hopeful, but I suppose time will tell). I did manage to get a Bunny picture at Old Spaghetti Factory, which I have yet to post on the internet (I thought that this was more important, both because it's harder and because I really am trying to blog regularly), but soon, very soon, that picture will go up!
Tomorrow is my Shiatsu sequence practical exam, I'm not super nervous, but I am somewhat concerned that I will miss some piece (I've been missing one piece, then another, each time I do the exam). I'll try practicing more with writing out the sequence, and I'll use numbers to try and affect other parts of my brain to help remember, too - I think if I can use multiple bits: kinesthetic, linguistic and mathematical parts, I have a better chance of remember it all! I'll let you know how it turns out (even though this is NOT technically a diary or journal - but the outcome will undoubtedly affect my mood, and that will effect what I write).

Sober quidvilaquist
never laughing
always packing
and now
he sees
the end

Hmm, how odd, a poem, of sorts. OK, since you'll never know what I'll write, I guess poetry is fair game. See you tomorrow (I hope)

rice, Chinese left-overs and the American Civil War: exactly how will these disparate concepts be reconciled? Well, rice and Chinese left-overs really don't need a lot of reconciling, since they go together nicely. And the massive China Town in San Francisco was already well established by the 1860's, due primarily to the transcontinental railroad construction from the Pacific to Promontory Point in Utah, which relied heavily on Chinese laborers. However, beyond that my knowledge of the American Civil War is sadly lacking. I know that it was when photography came into it's own (thanks to Mathew Brady and many lessor know photographers recording that grim war), and it was around this time that war changed from a noble endeavor to an industial horror precipitated in part by the invention of such devices as the Gatling Gun, Ironclad ships and chain-linked cannon balls designed to rip trough enemy soldiers like a hot knife through butter. But I doubt that the majority of either North or South were eating much Chinese food...
It's nice to know that I won't be confined to a hospital just for arriving from West Africa in New York City, although they are advising me to keep out of the subways and clubs - not sure I'm willing to do that. But then I have never been in West Africa, so it's not really an issue for me. And without chocolate, none of us will live to see tomorrow. That's what the headline says, anyways. Although the article below somewhat dilutes who exactly "none of us" includes and implies that tomorrow is 10,000 years in the future, so maybe chocolate isn't quite as important as the headline implies. I believe that sulfur is an essential nutrient to keep my knees fucntioning correctly, and my belief is strongly supported by anecdotal evidence only observed on myself by myself: I have used Glucosamine Sulfate and other Gulcosamine admixtures (condrotin, HCL, etc.) and only the sulfate concoction seems to help my knees (as does excessive egg consumption: sulfur in the yolks, don't ya know), so now I only buy Glucosamine Sulfate - but this is pure belief, unsupported by any legitimate tests. And I thought that I was less easily influenced by hearsay than that. Guess I'll need to keep an eye on myself: I'm not too worried about the Glucosamine Sulfate purchases (at worst, it's a harmless placebo), but if I can "fool myself" in this way when it comes to nutritional supplements, I can also be "fooled" in other more dire circumstances. Yes, beware.

Riding bikes through New England with Dostoyevsky on a rainy Sunday. Are you allowed to bike on Sunday in New England? Bunny has several "in advance" neck-tie shots for OcTieBer (I was running out so I borrowed some from Dan!), and I think that I am now set through the end of the month. I seem to be avoiding doing schoolwork by doing my blog - perhaps the only reason that I deliberately make myself busy is so that I can actually do something (since I am attempting to avoid something else)...yeah, I think that's it.
So, I am thinking a lot about the future, which doesn't exactly make sense, but I am doing it anyway. I am thinking about my trip out to PA, maybe a quick train trip to New York City - but there is so much to do here, first! It's kind of weird, I am settling in here, and yet I know it's really quite temporary - but what is permanent? I'll be dead before too long (certainly in a blink by geologic time), but I honestly don't know at all what I'm doing once I complete my schooling - it's very tempting to just stay here, work some at some local spas, not worry about much in life for a while. But I'd also like to live in Philly again, reconnect with my friends there, and I'd like to live in Paris, or maybe southern France, and do massage and really learn how to speak French. But I want to teach skiing, and do some fun high tech stuff, and write a book, and maybe even make this blog a bit better. Maybe a lot better. Is that even possible? It would probably help if I'd quit watching TV while trying to write it. OK, tomorrow, I'll do some in the morning and NOT use popular media to distract myself while writing. Let's see if I really do it...

It's Saturday night after a long, exciting and somewhat exhausting day of massage school (8:15 AM to 5:45 PM), I am home and have eaten dinner and am watching Dr. Who (Season 8, episode 10) - now you might well wonder about me writing while watching TV, but that is what you're getting. They have oyster cards on Dr Who, just like in Boston (although I think they're call Charlie Cards in Boston) for the underground, but sadly London has been overgrown by a massive forest, so they're having trouble getting around. Saturdays are particularly difficult for blogging - I basically get up slightly earlier than usual, do classes all day and then come home and want to veg-out: this is not a recipe for giving you, the valued reader, the best of blog entries. However, I really believe that doing this every day that I possibly can is important, so this is what I am doing.
In my school, we start doing clinic in a very few weeks, and that is both frightening and exciting: my first paying massage clients! I hope that it goes well, I'm a bit apprehensive, but I feel that the school is doing an excellent job preparing us, which is pretty reassuring.
I got to use my tiny air compressor to help pump up a classmate's car tire after class today (Janessa): it was fun although not too exciting. I seldom get to use the pump, so it was nice to check and make sure it still works. 
Wow, and I thought yesterday's blog was boring. Let's see - there is stuff that I don't mind writing here, and other stuff that probably isn't particularly appropriate and right now the only junk in my mind is drivel and inappropriate shit. I do want to talk about what is needed, what organizational stuff still needs to happen: I need to clear out a bunch of old clothes so that there is room for some of my stuff in the closet, I need to build the shed out back, move some garage things into the shed, and then figure out what furniture I actually need in my room. I also need to find a doctor, both a GP for an annual and an ophthalmologist, I need to find a moving company to take a couple pieces of furniture from Pennsylvania to me here in Windsor. I need to call the Professional Ski Instructors Association and move my membership out here to the Western Region - and I need to establish a real routine, it has been far, far too long since I have had anything resembling routine. I need my bicycle fixed so that regular exercise becomes part of that routine, and of course I need to start my Work Study, since that will be a regular part of my life for the next year (as I am finishing up my CMT work and getting certified as a massage therapist).
What else should I tell you, "before you know the future, first learn about your past" - dialog from the second Percy Jackson movie. Not bad, but sometimes the colloquial language almost interferes with the magical and mythical themes of the film, and yet that is really the point. But the dialog still works better than Twilight (which was also on TV and I again attempted to watch, but after 2 minutes I had to change the channel: I guess I'm not a 13 year old girl...). OK, time to stop - Twilight references are just too much!

Really, I tried to post last night when I got home, but I got a Blogger error message and couldn't get anything to post! So, 3 days in and I've already missed a day - but perhaps that's not too important yet since NO ONE is reading this (not even me after I proof it) primarily because I haven't told anyone about it (although, as stated in an earlier installment, since I occasionally write "SEX" in large, bold letters, principally to infuriate porn searches, there might actually be one or two people throwing rocks at their monitors in frustration after finding this blog since I never actually talk about sex at all). Today I am blogging from the Sonoma County Library in Healdsburg (they have WiFi, yay) so I can sit here, wait for my car to be serviced by the local mechanic, and write a blog entry all at the same time (I feel like a lawyer doing billable hours on multiple clients simultaneously, wheee!).
Yesterday, Kyle and I went to The Great Mall in Milpitas, a former auto factory turned into a rather odd kind of outlet mall. Odd because most of the stores at the mall have now migrated from being actual outlets to just being regular stores in a big old factory setting, with pretty much the same pricing as every other mall. But it's still kind of fun walking around the giant building (now subdivided into many individual stores laid out in racetrack form around the entire multi-acre site), although we didn't buy anything other than coffee. Hmm, this seems like a particularly dull blog today - what we need is some croquette! I love croquette, probably because I play with a verve and vindictiveness seldom seen by civilized humans (unless you've watched me playing croquette or driving bumper cars you may not have seen this fiercely aggressive side of me - it's so fun getting you're opponent's bumper car up on two wheels!). But croquette is such an eloquent and sophisticated game, it's just wonderful to get out there and smack the hell out of your opponents balls! And if you don't know the rules, yes, there are circumstances where whacking your opponets balls is not only permissable, but strategically essential.
I am currently readying The Count of Monte Cristo because I was found to be most like Edmond Dantes in an internet poll, so I wanted to find out exactly what that means (never having read it, although my friends seem concerned, and I want to find out why). However, since the book is in French (and my French is still pretty bad), I'm reading a translation, and I feel that I may be missing some of the beautiful prose that Alexander Dumas wrote in his native language. But until my French comes up to 19th century French Literature standards, I'm stuck with translations (I figure it would take me most of the rest of my life to read it in French - although my French would be much better by the time I finished, I suppose...)
I am, again, going to post this more or less "as is" since I not only have little to say right now, but this is supposed to be my dumping ground for writing that really isn't focused in any particular direction - so, enjoy (all you non-followers out there), and I will endeavor to have something slightly more exiting to talk about in the near (possibly very near) future!

OK, three minutes! Sorry, but this needs to be a quick one, I have to dash off to practice my Shiatsu sequence with my partner (who is not responding to my texts so maybe I'll just be studying by myself), but I wanted to say that I did read the FB post about Asimov saying "creativity is really bringing things together that hadn't been brought together before", otherwise known as "stupid ideas" that nobody will go along with until suddenly everyone realizes that it's not stupid, it's brilliant, and then you're Bill Gates or Steve Wozniak or something (if you're both eccentric and lucky, and not just eccentric, like me).
In an effort to be more creative (which requires yet more eccentricity), I will try to bring disparate ideas together here (unless they're really good ideas, and then I'll patent them first and then write about them), but my warning is that this will cause my not-so-latent eccentricities to accentuate, which may or may not be good for my readers. The good news, I suppose, is that I have NO readers, so I really don't need to worry - but it could happen at any time, someone might be doing a Blogger search for things like SEX, in which case this blog would come up and severely disappoint whoever it was doing the search. Not that I never talk about sex, but really, what have I got to say? Well, quite a lot, but I may prefer to segregate that into a specific blog (elsewhere) so that anyone who actually enjoys seeing how my brain works (which is what this writing displays, more or less) won't have to know what I imagine sex to be without specifically and deliberately going to where ever it is I plan to post that sex stuff - which is as of yet not actually known (but it could happen, so there). OK, so more eccentric, more creative and less reading silly FaceBook Posts to attempt to get some form of inspiration. Bye, off to massage, now!

Hey, I know it's only been a few minutes, but I watched "Selfie", and while not super inspiring, I am noticing that it's growing on me (and hoping that means it's improving and not I'm just getting used to it), although I must admit that I'm still kind of freaked out every time Karen Gillan opens her mouth (I am so not expecting that universal American accent to come out of those lips). However, beyond that, the plots are getting more fun, some of the supporting characters are really starting to shine, and the Cho/Gillan chemistry is still wonderfully ambiguous!
However, good news, I figured out where the "adult" switch is, so now I can swear! Although without anything to swear about, I'm feeling pretty limited: cock-swattering canker-blossom. Well, so much for swearing (pathetic, I know, but it's late and I'm feeling pretty content with my first post of the day, so that will just have to do). And now, I am off to weigh myself!! God damn - 180. OK, so I definitely weigh more than I had planned (or hoped), since in my imagination I would like to weigh closer to 160, but then that would require some regular exercise, which I have not yet managed to work into my schedule. It's been 3 weeks since I moved out here from Pennsylvania, but I am going to school full-time (four days a week, including 9 1/2 hours on Saturdays), plus visiting Kyle and trying to reconnect with all my old friends and build my bed and put up shelves and rearrange the house so everything will fit in it...
So maybe it's not surprising that I haven't quite manged to establish a routine which includes enough exercise to help me approach my desired weight - if 160 even still is my desired weight. I mean, who knows what I should weigh, I just don't want to look in the mirror and go "wow, that's a lot of something over those muscles". Anyway.
So for today, I am once again saying a fond farewell, and I will endeavor to add something other than pure stream of consciousness drivel each and every day going forward for as long as I can imagine (say a week or two), and possibly even longer than that. I also would very much like to get a typewriter and start typing a book (short stories, novella, novel, play, whatever), and this blog would be my "get the garbage out" phase of every writing day. However, the typewriter typing is more likely to be every other day, so you'll be getting one day kind of like this (with stream of contagiousness nonsense blithely careening across the screen) alternating with carefully considered and storied accounts of Elephant Polo in the sub-continent of India. And with that, I bid thee adieu...

Uh, the first post, I guess...

OK, so no one in their right mind should be reading this yet, I am just trying to figure out how blogger works, and type in some content (after a fashion). This is, in fact, my attempt to force myself (is that the right term?) to actually write on a daily basis, since I have heard that no one follows blogs that don't have new content on a more or less continuous basis. 
So, why this title? Because, of course, since I am starting with Blogger practically decades after blogging became a thing, and I had to think of a title that no one else had taken (meaning something rather long), yet a title that I might actually remember next time I'm at a party and someone replies, "Oh, you have a blog? What is it called?" I do have an intrinsic interest in particle physics (despite avoiding all sub-atomic classes at SJSU and instead messing around with an unpaid internship at the Stanford Tandem Van de Graff accelerator (to prove out the use of nearly microscopic pieces of carbon for carbon dating in an effort to not dissolve the majority of a valued artifact to just get an approximate date) which actually went no where because I was an idiot back then and just frittered away great opportunities (or at least potentially great opportunities).
So, that's why I chose that name, although, I may not actually mention much particle physics in this blog, having had no more than a hobbyist's understanding of it (in a hobby where, without a billion dollar instrument, one is mostly just chatting about what other people might be doing). I am also interested in Elephant Polo, cinema (both historical and modern), Mondrian, Origami,  yoga, tank vs anti-tank technologies and most topics currently taught at university throughout the world, and any of these topics are equally likely to be examined in my new blog, since I really need something to write about and don't really have a specific area of expertise. I do know more about geology, skiing, rebuilding VW air cooled engines and bicycle mechanics than an average citizen, but I seldom talk about what I really know and am compelled to speculate (and research) stuff that I really am astonishingly ignorant about. I will do my best to NOT ONLY use the internet for my research, but when possible I will talk to actual people involved in something (assuming that they're not lying to me, or at least expressing my skepticism if I think they might be). I might even talk about sex (although not in too much detail, since I don't think I've set this up as an over 18 site, although perhaps I should considering my penchant for occasionally attempt to swear like a drunken sailor (despite the fact that I'm a lousy sailor - something I hope to remedy some day, and I don't drink - something I plan not to remedy). I won't demonstrate right this second, but as soon as I figure out how to flag this as NSFW, I'll let go with a nice riff of drunken sailor speak, and you can judge the veracity of my claim. I also need to figure out what kind of writing this is, certainly it's starting out as stream of consciousness, but I have the feeling that I want it to be rather more: perhaps not a discussion so much as a viewpoint, but at least something other than "and then I had a non-fat-mocha-latte-pink-froth bathwhistle for breakfast" kind of blog (no twitter blogging, so to speak). I will also do my best to use spell check (at least for the words I don't make up) and I will review my post at least once for grammar (although not being much of a grammarian, I can't make especially bold promises for the results of any such reviews). OK, I am going to attempt to post this, see what it looks like, and then move on with my life (meaning this is it for today, probably, unless I get inspired watching "Selfie", which seems unlikely because even though I am watching it because of the demure and exotic Karen Gillan, my personal opinion of the show is that if nothing changes, it may not make it to the Christmas cuts, if that's even something in TVLand. But Karen is delightful, if not always endowed with the wittiest of dialog on this particular show - maybe they should see if Steven Moffat could write her some lines - he's not renowned among fans for his feminist plots, but it seems that Amy Pond was significantly more eloquent than Eliza Dooley of "Selfie")