Sunday

Bagua: designed by a schizophrenic?

Bagua is a weird form of kung fu; it is so sneaky and evasive. I first saw Hubby doing it at bootcamp in 2007. He started learning it from Peter Southwood in 1990 and received 20 years training in the art from his teacher. Baguazhang looks very spontaneous to watch and is unpredictable.

I've learned the first 6 palm changes at a crude level and really feel the paranoid strategy of bagua. You are constantly turning unexpectedly, checking behind you, changing direction erratically. It was invented by an Imperial Guard, a bodyguard and is famous for its effectiveness. My theory is that it was created by a paranoid schizophrenic!

Hubby trains the palm changes for 30-60 minutes every day. I manage 15-20 mins myself most days and try to do 30 mins at the weekend. It is firming up my legs!

Early morning walks



Friday

The Adjustment Bureau

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZJ0TP4nTaE

OK, Emily Blunt was just so awful and I don't really like Matt Damon but this was still a great film. Adapted from the Philip K Dick story. Hubby has owned virtually all of Dick's books since he was a teenager. They often lead to good movies.

Saturday

Sofa Time Machine

Hubby and myself are experiencing 'lost time' on a regular basis; particularly after a lengthy week of tai chi lessons.  One moment we're cuddling and the next... hours have passed! It's a strange phenomenon and I just don't know why it's happening.

To date, we're only moving forward in time. The furthest we've gone is about 3 hours.

Thursday

Totoro blankie

Women's self defence

Small creatures

Chuck - mid-season finale?

Episode 13 of Chuck in season 3 was clearly the intended finale to the show. It was odd to see the show climax, and then continue afterwards. Episode 14 seemed odd; unnecessary. Maybe the show was axed and then got funding for more episodes? Who knows?

Babylon 5 did the same thing. Season 4 ends wonderfully, and offers no scope for any real continuance, yet they scraped together fragments of material to produce a 5th lousy season which I have been advised not to watch.

Littlest hobo?

My husband told me yesterday that my hair looked like a comb-over and today he said that I looked like a hobo and offered to get me some twine to tie my coat with. Fortunately, he's just teasing me!