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Sep. 26th, 2003 09:09 amIsn't there a joke that starts: "a communist from Beijing who's a local accountant, a lesbian neuroscientist named George and a guy who looks a little like John Ritter (note to self: avoid checkered shirts until the hair is different!) get together to set things on fire..."?
Really, REALLY liking my spinning group. I got guided through the whole lighting and spinning process last night. Fire is...woo. I wasn't prepared for the contrails filling up my vision, or the way you feel enclosed by the fire in a little warm bubble. And when the fuel starts to die and you're just spinning little blue flames, the way twirling makes the flame peaks looks as regular and spiky as a saw blade.
The canny reader might be wondering how much actual *moving* I did while I was trying to absorb all this, and the answer is very little. Not that, when faced with a choice between diving into an experience or staying to one side trying to absorb it all, I tend to skew towards 'observer' status or anything. Oh no.
Really, REALLY liking my spinning group. I got guided through the whole lighting and spinning process last night. Fire is...woo. I wasn't prepared for the contrails filling up my vision, or the way you feel enclosed by the fire in a little warm bubble. And when the fuel starts to die and you're just spinning little blue flames, the way twirling makes the flame peaks looks as regular and spiky as a saw blade.
The canny reader might be wondering how much actual *moving* I did while I was trying to absorb all this, and the answer is very little. Not that, when faced with a choice between diving into an experience or staying to one side trying to absorb it all, I tend to skew towards 'observer' status or anything. Oh no.
