Yeah, it’s like 21 minutes. Trust me, it’s worth it.
Un freaking believable. I am not joking when I say I think that place plus the House of Eternal Return are the coolest art installations I have ever seen.
Heck, they are the coolest art I have ever seen period.
Seriously, that whole thing blew my mind all the way out. When (spoiler) they open the cooler and it revealed the secret passage with all the bottles, my jaw dropped and stayed dropped till the end of the clip.
These are my kind of people. Bold and wild and surreal and dedicated to making something truly amazing. It’s weird and wonderful and wonderfully weird and I heart it so much it hurts.
The fact that the art trip begins in two of the most normal, mundane locations imaginable – a supermarket and a family home – makes it even better. It is the icing on the cake of these works of genius.
I feel like there are a million things I want to say about Omega Mart and Meow Wolf and all the rests, but they are all trying to be expressed at the same time and stampeding the exits and getting jammed in the aisles.
Know this though : I definitely want to visit both locations some day soon. And travel from here to Vegas is quite cheap, so it’s not entirely out of the question.
I would feel sort of guilty going to Vegas instead of visiting home in Summerside, but Vegas is way closer and cheaper and thus more affordable.
Then again, I just checked Air Canada’s website and they say they could get me to Halifax and back for $927 or so, and that is doable.
I’d be traveling rough – no hotel rooms for me, maybe Airbnb – and I am possibly not nearly healthy enough for that, but still. Might be possible.
I will have to think it over. Consult with the fam to see if either of my sisters are visiting home this summer so I can coordinate.
Would be awfully nice to see my family again. And my sleepy ol’ hometown.
Hell, I might decide to stay.
I’m old and slow enough to enjoy it now!
The war on sugar…
..begins in earnest today.
When I finish Blogging Part One, I will put on a video that is around ten minutes long and do my best to keep my heart rate up with exercise until it ends, then take a reading.
I will then inject a full dose of insulin and lay down for a while. When I get up, I will take another reading, and if it’s still too goddamned high, I will do it all again.
Because this shit has to stop. I have to start taking my high blood sugar seriously. As in, crisis level seriously, if need be.
Because it kind of is one. Having 20+ mmol/L blood sugar is very very bad. My blood is so sticky that it damages all my organs all the time.
That shit has to stop.
Plus I will probably feel a whole lot better to.
So, off to my adventures in actual health!
More after the break.
The world is a vampire
Today has been pretty rough.
Been both very depressed and extremely sleepy. Possible that those two things are related. It would not be the first time I have confused tiredness with depression.
But I have slept a LOT today. Definitely the sort of day best described as puntcuated by periods of NOT being asleep on a page made of naps.
That probably made sense. Moving on.
It’s not been the nice kind of sleep either.
Of course not, that would imply mercy.
But on the other hand, it’s not been the super bad kind where I wake up sweaty and dehydrated and on the verge of delirium, either.
It’s been mostly somewhere in between. Restless and disturbed sleep where I wake up kinda sweaty and somewhat dehydrated but more or less fully compos mentis.
Had my first battle versus my blood sugar. Exercised for ten minutes while listening to my adorable new Ferengi boyfriend, Kevin from Vsauce2, explain stuff to me.
He doesn’t know he’s my new boyfriend, of course. Why ruin it by telling him?
Then I took a full pen of insulin and napped. Woke up an hour later, took a reading, my blood sugar was down three points.
Which isn’t nothing. If I had just kept the cycle going, I would have eventually at least pushed my blood sugar below 10.
!0 is not “normal” but it is “healthy-ish”.
But instead, I got depressed and went back to sleep and have not done another cycle since that first one.
Ah well, changing your habits is always hardest at the beginning. I will give it another try tomorrow and see if I can at least get two cycles out of myself.
Baby steps. No self-sabotage via all or nothing thinking. No saying “well it wasn’t instant total success, ergo it was all pointless” as a way to excuse giving up instantly.
Nothing good comes out of having panic and flight be your primary response to challenge. That shit is toxic. The constant need to escape makes one weak and pathetic because you never hang around long enough to get the experience that will toughen you up and make it easier to deal with life.
Suffering can, in the long run, make life much, much easier.
Jocks and other rough type people know this. They have felt it. They have lived it. They have experiences of getting stronger and tougher in both body and soul and seen how previously difficult and scary things became trivially easy over time.
But it’s the sort of thing you can only truly learn by doing. There is no emotionally convincing argument that will convince someone it is worth it when all they can see from the sidelines is the suffering, toil, and pain.
I mean, I’m the one making this argument and yet deep down I am not convinced. The smart part of me knows it to be true, but the stubborn animal/child in me still prefers to stay where it is safe.
Weak and feeble and humiliating and scared of everything, but safe.
Why does safety have to suck?
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.