WP community, this little gem popped up in my notifications today. I know this is probably humble beginnings, but it gives me hope. I spend lots of time and effort on my blogs, and its nice to know that there are people out there who appreciate my quirky view of the world enough to stop by and like what I’m doing.
Thank you. So I took a picture of the flower in my garden to share with you all. Peace, hugs, Namaste.
Congratulations on getting 1,000 total likes on The Random Blog of Irreverent Thoughts.
Your current tally is 1,001.
So back in the day – 1987 to be precise, a bunch of hard rocking, hard drinking, hard living mother fuckers released this album on the world. If you don’t know this band, or this album, it would make me think that you either come from an undeveloped part of the world, maybe without electricity, or you are under 25, or both, and in any case, there’s no excuses, you should just know this shit!
When it came out, I was in grade 10 high school. It was a big influence on me, and just about every other young soul on the planet. Thirty years later (hard to believe I know) this album still stacks up as a very high quality excursion into rock and roll. I can put my earbuds in, and listen to these tracks today, and still really appreciate how well these songs were put together. Like a punch in the face. But a good one!
Fuck it, the album is all good, like really, its all just good.
What’s interesting, as a comparison, is the apparent kind of misogyny in the themes of the song. It was flat out disrespectful to women, and, well pretty much everything else in society, but, it was also beautiful, in parts.
What else is interesting, is that these were different times. It made me reflect on the whole thing. It makes me wonder if today this was released, would it get a bunch of shit from the feminist brigade? These were the days before cell phones, before Instagram, before facebook, before everyone was so fucking caught up in being righteous and inclusive and politically correct. Before there was a platform such as social media for everyone with a half baked opinion to express it and rally a bunch of support and have a parade about it.
Please, don’t get me wrong, I’m not about disrespecting others, this is not a hate blog on anyone, just saying, the world has changed, and these guys rocked with attitude, unapologetically. As for the chicks, don’t worry, they were busy rocking out in their flannel shirts and stonewashed jeans, most likely without some bullshit agenda.
The indicator for any good rock album, is whether subsequent generations can appreciate this music as we did in our youth. In the city I live in, there is a tribute band called The Night Train, and, they rock! Really, I’ve seen their show, its awesome and they have the outfits and the attitude and everything. Poetry in motion, when a generation of early 20’s kids with guitars and stuff decide that this stuff was important enough, to celebrate all over again!
I went to hot yoga last night. Man, was it sweaty…. I had my work day done. I was tired, like nodding off tired when I was at work. I was ho-hum about going to yoga last night. When I opened up WP and saw some comments and felt a little more connected with the ‘blog-fam’ I got a little boost and decided to pull on some lycra and get my arse over to the gym.
I went to the same class as last Tuesday, at the other main gym. It was moderately busy. As soon as I settled in I felt how warm it was, and I knew this was going to be a hot session (of yoga – this is not one of ‘those’ stories..).
So we got through the regular movements etc. Normally, about 2/3 into the session I am starting to ask myself about whether I’m going to make it through the session, as sweat absolutely pours from me, and my muscles tire from the 10th chattaranga/cobra/downward dog flow in a row.
But I got through it. Even felt pretty good after the session.
In other quirky news, my car – the little silver bullet, busted a windscreen wiper blade yesterday morning. After yoga I popped down to Walmart to grab a replacement and fitted it right there in the parking lot. It had been raining a lot yesterday, and driving when you can’t clear your windscreen is no fun.
Also, the door locking mechanism with the key (as the remote button doesn’t work…) is super temperamental. It decides whether to lock, or not when the key is turned. Lots of times I try to turn the key to lock it and it doesn’t lock, until like the 8th attempt. The other night I gave up because it wouldn’t lock at all. Then, mysteriously, it started locking on the first go. And now, for the moment, it works. Too weird eh?
So tonight I went to hot yoga. If you have been following me at all, you’ll know that I do this often enough. I got home from work, pulled my fav pair of lycra shorts (sans underwear, cause that’s how I roll), and a sleeveless lycra shirt. Pulled on some socks and runners, and grabbed the yoga mat and was out the door.
Today I went to a different gym – a 7 pm class. When I arrived there was a small line up. The 5.30 class had not yet finished. Soon enough it was time to go in and get set up on the mat. It was quite busy. Seems like everyone is doing yoga these days.
My shirt comes off even before the class starts. I have my block, water bottle, and strap. There are two candles lit either side of the teachers mat, and there is a fragrance that I can’t put my finger on but I know its pleasant. Is that cinnamon mixed with something floral? I take a few moments before the class to sit cross legged and meditate.
Soon enough, class starts. Its normally always a meditation exercise to start. Its where we might set an intention, but to be honest I did not set an intention I was just really happy to be there, in that space, I made it. I got my day at work done, drove the 15 minutes, and got in to class in time.
As class started it felt like the heat was set on ‘tropical’ but nice. We made our way through the regular assortment of flows – plank, chattaranga, cobra pose, downward dog, hop forward, full fold, inhale half fold….
As the bodies in the small space began to warm up, so did the room. It went from ‘tropical’ to sweaty. We continued to move through various flows mixed with minor contortions of limbs that my body can only partly achieve. As the session wears on, my muscles shake in some poses (side plank, anyone?), and sweat runs off my body. I realise: its fucking hot in here! I sweated soooooo much. Really.
Its normally at this point my rational mind says something like “hey, you don’t do well in heat, this is probably going to make you feel ill, did you notice that, you were a bit wobbly coming out of tree pose, I think I might collapse if we keep going.”
But this is where you need to give in to the yoga, to truly be in the moment, to defer any thoughts about not being able to get enough breaths, while your torso is twisted or you have your head somewhere between your knees.
And that, readers, is where the yoga gets spiritual. Your mind is slightly altered, you have to go with the flow, literally. You cannot hold on to your bullshit worries when you are in lizard pose, with sweat running down your back and off your forehead.
Its like any profound human experience, it transcends words. I can’t tell you how it feels, other than intense, and challenging, and liberating. Ok maybe I can come up with a bunch of words but the overall experience is beyond words.
Its 5.15am in the morning. I need to be getting ready for work. This weekend I reached that milestone of 100 followers.
When I look back on my blog shares, its been quite the journey. Certainly a time of much change and upheaval and as always, personal growth for me. I’ve had fun, damn it!
Thank you, sincerely. In WP I have found a space to be myself. To be me! Whatever that is, I kind of get to make that what it is as I go along. It’s like tending a garden or learning a new instrument or whatever analogy you like.
Here, I can be myself. I can express, whether that’s fitness, sexuality, photography, relationships, sketching, travel experiences, etc.
I am grateful and thankful that 104 other souls have decided to join me on my journey.
So, some feedback please, anything that I should do more of? Anything I should do less of?
So today was a good day. I did a work out this evening. More about that later. It was such a nice sunny day, I decided to go to the beach. Even though I live out in the prairies of Canada, we are lucky enough to have a really nice sandy beach that is on the river not far from the city.
I always wear a man thong when lying in the sun. Its just something I like to do. I’d be ok with being naked too, and often do, but sometimes I think wearing less can be more appealing than wearing nothing. Each to their own I guess. Whenever I get out and about, its always nice to say hi to people, and on the beach most people are quite friendly, especially at the ‘nude end’.
If you are not acquainted with the nude beach scene, its perhaps not what you are thinking. There are guys and girls there, and the atmosphere is relaxed and its quite safe for everybody. People are actually more inclined to say hi or have a conversation. Its like when you take the clothes away, people are just more friendly.
I met a guy from India, and his friend, a girl from China, I met a lady who goes down to the beach a lot, and a couple of other guys that were talking with her. I think I’d summarise it by saying that if you strip away (no pun intended) all the bullshit, and your intentions are good, people are generally very friendly and approachable.
At the other end of the beach – the crowd is certainly more ‘spring break’ like. Coolers are taken to the beach, stereos are blaring, and unfortunately a lot of trash is left which spoils it somewhat for others. Of course this is a few people, not the majority of those who enjoy the beach.
At gym tonight, I started chatting with a young guy, 22 years old, a cop as it turns out. Pretty fit looking guy too. We bullshitted about chest work out or whatever. I was working in with him on the cable fly rack.
Anyway, here was today’s work out, all about the chest and shoulders:
Dumbbell bench press. 10 reps at 80 lb dumbbells, then 5 x 5 sets and reps of 100 lbs.
Shoulder lat raises, 3 x 10. I use 40 lb dumbbells.
It looks like a gorgeous sunny day here today. With all of life’s challenges, and the current worldy situation – its worth taking a moment for the simple things in life, like a nice sunny day. Enjoy it!
With the sun shining and the long days, I like to get out and ride my bike. It’s something I do a lot in the summer. You have to make the most of the good weather here because this place is under snow about half the year, but when the summer comes, there are a few glorious months where this place is awesome!
I slipped on my favourite pair of mid length lycra shorts. No underwear (again). These are quite supportive and comfortable. It feels nice to just wear the lycra shorts and no shirt on a ride. Feels very free. Breezy, nice! 😉
I rode under the traffic bridge. There is a suspended cycling and walking path that runs underneath. I like the lines of the concrete and steel work.
The river is running swiftly and it is deep. As the season progresses normally the level goes down a bit. Last year the level was quite low.
I stopped down by the canoe/kayak club. Some ladies were training in a dragon boat. Every year there is a big dragon boat race. I will be in it again this year.
There is a jetty that has plenty of space to launch a canoe or boat. The river is running fairly quick so upstream paddling would be demanding.
There is a trail alongside the river. I rode this, it was a lot of fun.
I crossed back over the river on the University Bridge.
Some of the nicest real estate is on the south side of the river, the views are of the city and they are up on a ridge. Its really nice.
Hey bloggers, I thought about not including pics here, because I kind of like pictures to be clear and focussed, but these are more looking like that greasy film over the lens thing, so I’m going to apologise in advance. They’re probably not that bad but not my usual standard. No reason not to share my blog, right?
So anyway, after getting home from work, I pulled on some lycra shorts (sans underwear, cause it feels really nice and it’s more fun!) and set off on a ride with absolutely no plan. I rode towards the city, down by the river. It was a glorious sunny day. Very few clouds, low wind level and warm temperatures.
One of the first things I noticed that the bugs are out. Mosquitos. If I stop for any time at all, they seem to find me. They will actually go well out of their way, going around other people to get to me, I’m sure. The most of the bugs out were those little black fly things that seem to swarm under trees or wherever. The tend to get in my mouth and eyes so I’m pretty set on keeping my mouth shut while riding. I stopped for a selfie by the river. It only cost me a couple of mozzie bites. Fuckers.
I rode up the river and crossed the University Bridge. There were plenty of people out, and you need to ride the brakes a bit as the crossing is kind of down hill heading towards the city, as a lot of people are crossing the bridge on foot. A few guys on mountain bikes passed me and as I rode along the footpath they descended into a dirt trail that runs along the river bank. They were going pretty quick, weaving in and out of the trail curves. I was hardly keeping up.
I rode alongside the city and headed through a recreational area. There were a bunch of young people drawing with chalk. I stopped to ask what that was about. They were a gay youth group. I met a young guy and shook his hand. I asked them if they were getting bitten by mosquitos.
I rode further along and there is a road which parallels the river. A few guys came past me on dirt motorbikes. Two of them were up on the back wheels, and they were flying past me. I pulled off the road onto the dirt siding, because if they took me out I would have been fucked.
I crossed the river, and from the vantage point I had I watched a CN train go by on the rail line over and above. Two locos hauling a very long train rumbled by. I can’t help but get excited by locos and trains. The bridge is kind of old and grungy, a lattice work of old iron. It’s really a site.
So by now it was getting kind of dark. I explored a further section of the trail before heading back home. It was a nice ride!