It's like I forget I have a body attached to the rest of what makes me me.
Brain in a jar people. Pffft.
signed,
Irrational Monist Who Disdains The Mind Body Split As False
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's like I forget I have a body attached to the rest of what makes me me.
Brain in a jar people. Pffft.
signed,
Irrational Monist Who Disdains The Mind Body Split As False
But surely if you look at your foot, you can tell what position it's in, right?
Not necessarily. It depends on the teacher. I she's saying "Point your toe" and I AM pointing my toe but she means "Point your toe in a direct line running from your knee down your shin", we have a problem.
Have you tried saying "pivot" in a different way? (I'm not there, I don't know.) It often happens to me that I think I'm doing what the teacher wants, but I've misunderstood the order.
The odd thing is that I don't have coordination problems when I focus on my body. It's just that I get distracted and forget that my body doesn't just phase out of existence when my brain goes elsewhere.
Have you tried saying "pivot" in a different way? (I'm not there, I don't know.)
Here's what I do: I say "When you do this technique, pivot your back foot." Then I do the technique and say "See how my heel is pointing towards the window? Pivot like that."
Then, if they do it wrong, I demonstrate again, just for them. If they do it wrong again, I then pivot their foot and say -- "Pivot to that position."
I'm getting less and less surprised, but there are people to whom I've done that who can still look down at an unpivoted foot and tell me they've pivoted.
*I* understood the pivot the first time.
t /false smugness
For me, it's just the facts...but you know, brain-damaged. I once read about a para chick who could come from her knees, but that never happened to me.
I once read about a para chick who could come from her knees, but that never happened to me.
From...rubbing them together like a grasshopper? Am I on the wrong kind of "come"?
And it's been driving me batshit that the loudest advocate for forcing Terry to keep living on my reading list is a same-sex marriage advocate. Has no idea that she's hoping for some of those rights she's fighting for will be eroded if this goes too far.
I find it oddly comforting when people aren't playing with the obvious team, on every political position. It frustrates me when, for example, all the pro-lifers are on one side and all the pro-choicers are on the other side of an issue like this.
It makes me wonder how many of the people out there agitating (I mean people who are literally involved in an issue like this, one way or another, not just people weighing in, during a convo.) is paying attention to particulars. I was delighted to come across some evangelical people taking the position that people in a PVS are no longer living, because they're no longer living imago deus, even though I don't happen to believe humans have a right (from the religious pov that is) to make such a judgment.
My sense of body is such that in controlled movements, I can be very precise. 90 degree angles of joint, flat back, etc -- personal trainer's dream, since I don't need to be nagged about form. Give me a mirror, and the procedure is even quicker.
In motion, it gets more complicated, naturally. But I don't need to look at my body in any given pose at the end of motion to tell what it's doing.
There are times (like with jumping spinning kicks) that I swear it must have worked, since I tried so damned hard, but I do realise that I'm not getting any reports from below the neck to substantiate what my brain is insisting.
It used to be awful. I blanked out when I sparred. I wouldn't be able to take anything into the ring/roda that hadn't been ground into me at the level of reflex. I'd step in, step forward, and not remember anything until I was stepping out again. People would give me feedback, but to no end. Lost time, in parcels two minutes across.
I don't know what broke me of that, but I'm damned glad it's gone.
Yeah, babe...well, she had restricted sensation, which I don't, but I was sort of hoping for a superpower, or a way to win bets. So that's where the feeling came from, as far as she was concerned.