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If the mind moves the body, the body must move the mind. Yoga practitioners believe when a person's right nasal passage is open and the left is closed, the mind is encouraging a healing condition. When the right passage is closed and the left is open, this is a sign that the brain needs some additional degree of raw power or energy. Power and healing. When both passageways are open, the mind is said to be comfortable with the tasks in front of it.

It probably seems like I've been overtaken by some ephemeral sentiment. And I have. I just spent an hour stretching and then about twenty minutes balancing. I usually end up on my head like that once a month or every other month. And now my eyes are comfortably watery and I'm just a little more willing to laugh.

While upside down, I felt the fissures in my skull bend and contort to comply with my changing center of gravity. Feeling the blood move around the sides of the brain is a brilliant sensation. And while upside down, I noticed something I consider to be exciting. I noticed muscles I forgot I had. They're the muscles that were buried deeper and deeper every time I picked up a pencil or a pen growing up. They were buried by the notion that a person is able to do any single thing better with one hand than the other. This is a strange thought indeed.

Physical balance requires physical equilibrium. With a body, the lines of reflection most often used when balancing are the spine and the waist. I noticed today that the neck muscles connecting to the skull were actually sending messages down to my shoulders looking for balance. This blew my mind. I was in awe of the different body systems and needed to google some muscles. So when I saw that basically the only muscles working to this end were the left and right trapezius muscles, I was less astounded... but not by much. Ultimately, I'm reminded yet again of the disservice done to our youths by imposing some formal, muscular bias just for ease. So what if it takes 6 more weeks to learn to write with either hand? I think it's worth it when compared to a lifetime of muscular imbalance, uncertainty and perhaps even general incoordination. What a terrible idea. I suppose being able to write is a step in the right direction, but that's what came to mind this evening.

So it's been a slow and cold weekend. It snowed around Central Texas on Friday night but I didn't see any of it. I tried to sleep as long as possible to see if I could sleep through the winter. I was unsuccessful.

It's been in the 30s and 40s and sunny and windy... very cold. Too damn cold for me. I've stayed inside almost entirely bundled up with a jacket on. I feel sorry for the clothes drying out back. So cold.

I watched falscher die (The Counterfeiters) last night and I was surprised. I really enjoyed it. I recommend it if you haven't seen it. This afternoon I watched Across the Universe and considered again the brilliance of the writing style of those incredible insects, the Beatles. Why is it that with so many people, so many hours and days of sitting around and battling our battles, there are seemingly less than a handful of folks in history who have ever been able to come to peace with their minds and convey those emotions to other people? It's beyond me. More people need to sing. Maybe that's the problem. So it's not so much that not many are perhaps enlightened or unable able to convey their emotions. It's just that it unfortunately takes much more than that in the minds of most.

So many people are just endlessly intimidated by the modern day entertainment industry which, more often than not, resembles more of an artistic landfill than anything else. The notion of establishing oneself as a professional artist and the difficulty implied therein is comparable only to the regard in which most people typically hold their favorite celebrities. It's bizarre.

My speakers are currently embroiled in an epic battle against my housemate's drumset. And I'm totally winning. Brother Ali just sorta walks on top of other sounds by nature. It's what he does... can't stop him.

I'm about to go to the grocery store before my week starts. There are more beautiful women per square foot at HEB at Oltorf and Congress than anywhere else in Austin. This unfortunately doesn't imply that I have a damn thing in common with any one of them, but... here's to hoping. My social life anymore consists of going to HEB and buying food.

But seriously... give me a break... headphones + aisles of food + attractive women? That's recreation enough for me :D

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