Training is progressive, going well, building biceps and increasing ranges of motion. I'm so envious of headstands but my shoulders lack the necessary power to control the motion. After class I went around town and had nice conversations with clerks and found cupcakes and fresh lettuce and puddles.

My long board is at R's house. I won't see him for two more weekends, three more weeks. The sidewalks are begging for wheel sounds and skate shoes instead of these soggy winter boots.

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I finally got around to watching Pineapple Express last night. Observations:

James Franco appears to have been inspired by every drug dealer I know who does it as a primary occupation. Amazing in accuracy. Also, James Franco is unattractive in the movie, which is amazing. Flannel pants and shoulder length dude hair are mood killers, I guess.

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All weekend they've been in this space. Cooking in it, working in it, studying in it. Even though I spend a lot of time alone lately after this week at work all I wanted was silence and seclusion. Retreat.

I don't like my roommate's husband. It took me awhile to figure this out. Mostly because he's not very respectful that this is where I live and I'm not a boarder - technically, the entire upstairs is mine. I don't enforce it much because there are benefits to being amicable. I have to rewash dishes that he washes and clean up after his "home improvement" projects. And he has this way, this way of asserting his skill and intelligence that perhaps sells well to my roommate but doesn't pitch well to me.

"Soon we won't have to use the humidifier anymore, do you know why?" He says to her over breakfast, as though she's a small child.
"No."
"Because when the air goes above zero it holds more moisture," he says with this pleased satisfaction, like he's wielding a saber of hard earned knowledge. This is his buck he's shot in the woods.

The reason we need a humidifier is because the furnace strips moisture from the air while heating it, slow clap.

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I'm looking forward to not having vitriol like the above present in my day. Doing a lot of yoga has already toned down the regular bursts of rage. It's time to get to a place where these observations don't exist, I know it's possible, I've been there before. It's hard to explain the transition - sending picture postcards explaining a landscape where the beauty is in movement and change.

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
bon iver, skinny love