I’m starting to think that Ice Dancing is like the dressage of figure skating. Sure, there’s no horses in ice dancing (or I hope not) but I think there are many similarities in the two sports (ice dancing/dressage) within the two disciplines (skating/equestrian).
But is it?
That’s the thing. I don’t know.
Slowly, the wheels of the world are starting to turn. Around me, things are starting to change. It’s now 2014. It’s now the Year of the Horse in the lunar calendar. Does that mean anything? (Better not be death horse either….since despite my terrible Asianness ).
But I don’t know that is good. I don’t know if it’s bad. I don’t know if it’s the beginning. I don’t know if it’s the ending. Still drifting in the endless pit of uncertainty where sometimes, everything is possible and sometimes everything is impossible.
I took a step in the right direction this week See the rest of the post →
Czar – encased in light from Jen on Vimeo.
I’ve known him for 7 years. I may not have ridden him during that time, but I know he was always there. But now, I’ve moved onto a school horse at another barn (same coach). I will miss him. I do miss him.
He’s 26-27 in the video (except for older stills). Footage from 2013 and Jan 2014. I don’t ride him anymore…I tried but he was still wasn’t sound enough.
This one is different as it’s not a riding video! (I don’t have much riding footage anyway…no one to take it!) Last year (and this year) I spent some See the rest of the post →
I wrote this a while ago but I found it very amusing. Houyhnhnms are a race of super-intelligent (and logical) horses in Johnathon Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels Part IV.
1726 16hh jet black Houyhnhnm stallion. Beautiful, sophisticated black Houyhnhnm imported from the Land of Houyhnhnms. Learns very fast and is extremely, extremely, extremely smart! Be the owner of one of the most intelligent equids…ever! Huge personality! Very honest. Never spooks, very rational. Very clean – will pick up after himself and even help clean the farm. Enjoys deep analytical, logical, philosophical discussions. Will be excellent for the disciplines of debating, logic competitions, championship chess and other logic-based strategic activities. Excellent See the rest of the post →
Dear #content and #contenttext of my site,
I’m not quite sure why you’re defiant, but I would really appreciate it if you would respond to my @media queries. You’re good on the desktop, you have moved to the appropriate place and did everything appropriately and for the most part, behaved well for regular use. But that is less so it seems when it comes to the @media queries. Maybe I’ll saying everything wrong, I don’t know.
#contenttext, you are pretty well behaved except when it come to scaling text on mobile devices. Why are you so small in Dolphin HD and Firefox mobile? Why do you refuse nearly all See the rest of the post →
Or at at least was.
Christmas used to be a special time, a magical time. Something to look forward every year. A tradition. But time has passed, the mystique eroded and the traditions came to an end. It used to be the “thing” every year, we’ll go to my grandma house to prepare the tree and on Christmas day, set out the toys we pull out every year including the Rudolph stuffie I got when I was four (where is that thing now, anyway?) open stockings, presents, mingle with family, push a giant snowball across the street with my cousin (okay, so that was one year)… I remember being a See the rest of the post →
But it’s sunny today. And freezing, west-coast style. It’s not quite winter (Dec 21) but it’s close enough.
The beach is near deserted. The wind, chilling, yet rejuvenating. And the sea continues to churn.
Sea foam. Sea froth. Flowing over the rocks, waving with the waves. To grow, and subside. Again and again. Polishing the rocks, little by little. Rocks to sand.
Foam wave after another, the sound of the water’s gentle roar of it’s breathing. The ocean’s blood may be cold today but it is alive. Yet today, it is gentle, subdued. Showing us only its beauty of its foam, its strength.
For some reason, these photos See the rest of the post →