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Books and their covers

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Here in the UK there has been a mini spate of programmes on television about appearance. Not like the normal thing - makeover, diet, shopping spree, surgery - but more about people accepting their appearance. I have not actually watched any of these programmes, they clash with my work times, but it is interesting that there is a movement towards inner beauty. Admittedly, of the clips of these programmes I have seen, they don't really have anyone whose appearance would be consider...how shall I put it...circus freak-like; people who good do with a bit of grooming, some who could do with a bit of training (an entire blog on it's own!), but mostly it is just people who need a mind makeover. Though how unappealing they really believe themselves to be is open to question, when they have willingly subjected themselves to televisual scrutiny.
I am, admittedly, a bit of a body fascist. It comes with my profession and with my approach to my profession. I am even critical of myself - eating wise, definitely! - but I am pathalogically critical of people who want to look great without effort! Now, I know there are some people who seem to be able to stay in great shape with little or no effort - eat what they like, party hard, drink and smoke everything; look great. That is irritating, but it is life and you are not one of those people, but want to look like one, you need to get over it and do the right thing! Different bodies react differently; if you put on weight by looking at doughnuts - I do - don't look at doughnuts - definitely don't eat three!
It is the nature of human beings to take the path of least resistance - the easy road. There is nothing wrong with this - why make life unnecessarily hard - but there is a difference between easy and lazy. Unless you are from a well-to-do background most people, even those who now consider themselves middleclass, come from working class roots, with working class patterns; breakfast lunch and dinner. Though these days many have a small breakfast and a rushed or "liquid" lunch, dinner still remains a staple of many; alarge plateful after a hard day's work. Hard day's work? Burn a lot of calories in front of your screen did you? Was the walk to the office taxing? The truth is - especially in these days of litigation for so much as a broken nail - the most strenuous thing a lot of people do is lift the phone!
So after a couple decades or more of trying to get the general populace to take up exercise as the workplace becomes less physical and more mentally demanding, the arts of Pilates and various yogas come to the fore, promising relaxation and stress relief, without - for the most part - the sweating and grunting of conventional exercise - easy. But....but, but, but...if that does not work, here are a few programmes and magazinr articles to help you accept yourself just the way you are.

Phooeey!

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my head has not been right this month:frown: no idea why. but i have found temporary solice in this - SHAKIRA!
and Brazil advancing to the quarter finals in the World Cup! Yay!:D

the perspective of pain and pleasure

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I had my first spanish lesson with the spanish teacher today. We started with basics; greetings, asking and answering about names and places, a confusing moment with verbs - I cannot get my head around the verb thing! - of course the hour bulleted by. It was a beautiful day, temperture in the mid twenties, bright sunshine, lovely ladies everywhere. Not that I noticed them during our lesson, the spanish teacher had my undivided attention. It is amazing how when you do something unpleasant or uncomfortable the time seems to crawl by, yet find something fun to do - learn spanish with a hottie, for example - and time moves at warp speed!:frown: this...relationship? reminded me of a song that I had not heard in years. It also reminds of something my father use to say: "a man chases a woman until she catches him!" enjoy:D

Jermaine Jackson - You Like Me Don't You.mp3

An exercise in equality.....

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Okay. Hot honey's - of course they are of a latin look - Kirstin Kreuk and Gina Aliotti for the gent's(I apologise if you prefer blondes, but you'll not get much luck here):eyes:

AND grudgingly...for the ladies - who are incredibly hard to please, so blame my sister if he does not do it for you

Antonio Sabato jr.

and for those who prefer a more cerebral fellow...



Sir Clive Sinclair...he's really brainy!:D

I love latin women.

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Roselyn Sanchez. She's so hot she's scorching my retinas!

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Carpe diem and other non-latin home truths.

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Yesterday was wednesday. Of late wednesday has been a big day for me - read previous blogs, or just keep reading - wednesday is the high point of my week; wednesday is beautiful Brazilian day. Having seen her last week and manage to say hello and goodbye, I had, in a somewhat juvenille fashion, spent the last week anticipating the next brief encounter, and trying to think of some way to engineer a meeting which went beyond a smiled "hello" and fleeting "bye". To suddenly take up Tai chi after four years would be a little strange, besides I have done the class before and there is no room for socialising - people in my kickboxing classes tend to interact alot more because they usually hit one another at some juncture - So my options were limited. I would have to somehow engage her before or after the class. Right. I am not a particularly shy person, I teach classes of people so shyness is not a good quality to possess, even one-on-one i'm pretty comfortable, I can talk random rubbish with the best of them. But when the person you...no other word for it - NEED - to talk to is the object of your affections, my ability to communicate drys up. Hello is fine and I can even smile, but to think to spout something inane - how was the class? - I lose my nerve. Well, not yesterday. Yesterday I was in a bullish mood, I had eased back into training after a month out and earlier in the day been accosted by a couple of small children telling me their nanny fancied me - I was flabbergasted and then flattered, slightly confused and then embarrassed that I did not at least speak to the woman, I didn't see her either - tangents aside, I was feeling okay. I would think of something to say at half six - when the class started - or at eight - when it ends. So, I wait. Spring has finally really come in the UK and it is also the easter holidays so the gym has been erratic in terms of people traffic, so it was pretty quiet. 6.25pm and only two people have turned up for tai chi - very unusual. 6.30pm and a few more have arrived for tai chi, including Andy, the instructor. There is no sign of the beautiful Brazilian. This really puts a dent in my day, a real come down moment. Bollocks. So today, thursday, i'm thinking there is a lesson here, not that I haven't had this lesson many, many times, but as I get older - thirty-nine on monday - it seems more and more relevant. I need to take my chances and make things happen. At least that way if it all goes tits up, I can say I tried my best. What's the worse that can happen? (That's another blog!):smile: :yikes:

in anticipation....

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tomorrow's wednesday...the day of the beautiful brazilian. i'm taking deep breaths now...

always fourteen when it comes to instant attraction.

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I am just over a year away from my fortieth birthday, yet there are still some women who - through their beauty and demeanour and something unexplained - reduce me to the state of a babbling fourteen year old, pimple covered, waiting-for-the-first-kiss, lost for words, mesmerised and captured, little boy. I work in a gym on wednesday nights. It's a very easy gig; I do a few induction occasionally or I train on the track. Not really like work. Anyway, on a wednesday night, in the studio, there is a Tai Chi class. It's quite a popular class and I know most of the faces that do the class, greeting them as they pass every week. Last week a girl came up the stairs and I could not stop staring. Rude I know. She was lovely. She seemed to be swathed in various layers of light brown clothing - sounds awful and truth be told, the dress sense did not appeal - but her face! What a face; such a serene glow and demure. I managed to croak a hello. I asked Andy, the instructor, who was the beautiful girl in his class. He told me she was Brazilian, but he did not tell me her name. She was back this week - sometimes people do not look how you remember them - still gorgeous, still with that unexplained something about her. Maybe it's the language thing. I'm thinking I may have to take up Tai Chi! I'll have to wait all week now. If history is anything to go by, it'll be quite a while before there is any progress on this story! damn my spinelessness!:wait:
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