- Malkin vants to be alone.
- Malkin will be fine. Really. No need to worry.
- Malkin needs attention. Over here! Yes, I'm talking to you!
- Malkin is just going to stay at home all day. Alone. Sighing.
- Malkin thinks we need to talk.
- Malkin thinks you're marvelous!
- Malkin is finally feeling better.
- Malkin wants to talk to you about something.
- Malkin is a little smitten.
- Maklin has a little surprise for you.
You never know when your yoga teacher will use a new metaphor or rephrase an instruction in such a way as to make it completely new.
So I did. And then the most amazing thing happened. My knee actually floated a little bit closer to the floor.
Same thing while attempting salamba sirsasana (supported headstand). I couldn't get my legs up. Allison suggested (as she always does), "Squeeze your elbows, Adriana."
Now it always seems to me that I am squeezing my elbows, but this time I squeezed them a little more and my feet lifted from the floor as if by magic. I made no exertion other than squeezing my elbows. Gobsmacked.
So listen. You never know when the simplest of instructions could open new space.
- "If we spend all that time together, how am I supposed to miss him?"
- "I've got things to do, activities, friends, so I'm totally fine if he has his own stuff going on. That means we can balance our time together - and apart."
- "What are we supposed to talk about if we spend that much time together?"
- "I don't even mind if we're both home and doing our own thing."
So yes, I love being able to eavesdrop on the thoughts of faves like Eddie Izzard and Tina Fey. Yes, it's amazing to see how many creative people there are in my circle and watch the evolution of their projects. And yes, I love the ability Twitter gives me to share interesting articles and pick through articles posted by friends.
But I'm still not convinced that Twitter deserves that much of my attention. Not only I am not interesting enough to generate enough content for such a medium, but I find that most people on Twitter are not worth following either. Beliefs that were confirmed when I read this article by J. Peder Zane. He brought up two points that I'd like you to mull over.
We are self-absorbed and we like to be in control. Twitter satisfies both impulses.
Direct interaction is unpredictable. One of the joys and tribulations of conversation is the pressure of real-time give and take. Text messaging relieves that anxiety. We process the material on our schedule -- say what we want, when we want. Or don't say anything at all. Instead of forcing us to be our warts-and-all selves it allows us, at least in theory, to control the face we show the world.
The thing is, I follow those I follow because I respect what they do and they keep up my interest with good content. They're genuine. But you all know people who use their Twitter account to self-aggrandize, over-promote and overexaggerate their achievements with gratuitous content.
And that's what the blessed "Block" button is for.
So I continue to flirt with Twitter, but I don't think it's ever going to get serious. For who I am, for where I'm going, only recreational use makes sense.
- I don't like festivals. Festivals = crowds with sharp elbows, bad traffic flow and in-your-face backpacks. And I hate crowds. I'll happily buy a ticket to a show and make appropriate noises from my seat, but don't ask me to see free shows during the jazz fest or Just For Laughs. I'll say no.
- I don't like shopping. I tend to shop like a marine. My shopping trips are strategic strikes: I go in, I get what I need, and then I get the **** out. None of this browsing through every t-shirt on the rack or debating between turquoise or green for an hour. Buy and get back outside pronto!
- I don't like the tam tams. Remember all I said about point one? Take that and add "music that sounds the same" and "drunk McGill students".
- I don't know anyone who works at Ubisoft. And considering I live in the Plateau, this is astonishing as Ubisoft employees comprise approximately 76% of my neighbourhood. To compensate, I do know people who work at Cirque du Soleil.
- I have never made out at the Mont Royal lookout. Like number four, I am confident that this will change in the near future [fingers crossed].
- I don't like Irish pubs. Although I used to frequent them often in university and in my 20s, Irish pubs now make me cranky with their shrill Celtic music and clusters of drunk frat boys from Massachusetts singing "What do you with a drunkkken sailor?"
- I'm not a huge fan of Leonard Cohen or Mordechai Richler. They're legends and brilliant artists, but they just never conquered my heart, what can I say?
- I will not wait in line for food. Beauty's does make a nice pancake. And those restaurants along Duluth serve delicious food. Am I going to stand around with 20 other people waiting hours for a table? No! I will go to one of the city's other fine eateries, because when I'm hungry, I want to eat.
Photo was affectionately borrowed from CrissyAlright on Flickr.
- overtly ogled in the gay village (by a non-gay I imagine, let's not over-exaggerate my charms)
- talked at in a lively fashion by a group of middle aged Portuguese man outside a sports bar (don't understand Portuguese but their eyes said it all)
- hello-ed by a young blond thing on his bike while crossing an intersection
- accosted by a pug dog who tried to make love to my shoe