Many years ago, I read a creative writing manual which tried to drive home the importance of sensory details in a text by asking the reader to go over a week's worth of journal entries (which the reader, being the sort to read a creative writing manual, presumably already had) and to see how many of them could only have been written because the reader had had a physical body. And I remember this because my answer was: none of them.
All my entries were about the things I was thinking and imagining rather than the things I was experiencing. Even the books I read and the movies I watched didn't require eyes and ears in the sense that a gorgeous sunset and a wild thunderstorm do: the first two could have been uploaded directly into my disembodied brain, and I wouldn't have known the difference. (By the way, that last sentence reflects all the ambivalence I feel about media these days.)
Lately, however, I've been finding it hard to focus on anything that is too disembodied. That's one reason why blogging has slowed down a bit around here. Of course, I'm still going to close the latest "Two or Three" Book Club "listenalong" before the end of the month, and I have at least one more post I want to write about a Frances Hodgson Burnett book, but these projects are currently paling next to other, more sensual distractions in my life.
Keeping Me from Blogging These Days
Keeping Me from Blogging These Days
The Search for the Perfect Dry Shampoo
You already know that I've gone "no poo"--and in case you were wondering, I'm still okay with the results. But "no poo" means no coconut oil, either. That is, I can use coconut oil in very small amounts, to smooth frizzy-looking hair before leaving the house, but I can't do the hot oil treatments which, the latest evidence seems to suggest, were doing so much more for my hair than the raw honey was.
Only yesterday did it hit me that perhaps I could add a dry shampoo to my arsenal. Dry shampoos are used to absorb grease on days when your hair isn't actually dirty and when it would be silly--and maybe even damaging--to wash it. And it doesn't hurt that all DIY dry shampoo recipes for dark hair contain cocoa powder. ;-) I'll be whipping up a batch this weekend, to test against another coconut oil treatment.
The Quest to Master the Fishtail Plait
If right now you're thinking, "Oh, how simple!" then you probably also crochet like a dream. (Am I right?) As Sheila explained to me, crocheting and knitting require two things: spatial intelligence and the ability to focus. And as I've learned, focussing intently on something for over an hour makes no difference if you're a spatial idiot. I refer not just to my attempts with yarn and needles, but also to my struggles with my hair.
One reason I wanted to have long hair was so that I could do old-fashioned things with it. While I love rocking the Hermione Granger look, I wouldn't mind being able to blend into a Medieval or Renaissance fair or some period reenactment once in a while. And getting good at plaiting seems to be the logical first step. Spending time on this new project really cuts into my reading time . . . but I actually don't mind!
The Distraction of Dancing the Rumba
Salsa will always be my first love, but the slow-quick-quick slow of the rumba is also kind of hot! It took me over an hour to get the timing right (because that's how weird it feels to have a body), but now I have a whole routine worked out. It doubles as a "warm up" exercise before I start my salsa playlist again, though you can rest assured that those couple hundred rumba boxes and other moves are done as much for their own sake, and for the love of the music, as for their "cardio" value.
So these days, when I hit a blogging block, I tend to dance my way through it. This doesn't actually solve the problem . . . but I end up feeling better. And I'm sure I'll feel great this Saturday evening, dancing with plaited hair that smells of both coconut and cocoa! LOL! But yes, I'll try to get another old-time radio post up before then. =)