Remember how last Tuesday was crap? This Tuesday was fine. Not amazingly great, but perfectly, acceptably fine. It's so weird, which it really isn't, because every day is different, that's life, but everything about the horses is still so heightened for me that things like this are remarkable. As in 'momentous' and as in 'to …
War Horse
THE NATIONAL THEATRE, LONDON I am taken back to my pre-critical days, days during which I would see something— a play, a film— and know what I thought, but wouldn't have to articulate it. Despite having been creatively involved in both media, there are times that I still don't, or perhaps do not want to, …
The Will to Power
The opposite of love is not hate, according to Carl Jung, but the will to power. I'm not feelin' the love where Rebel is concerned. 'Sue, you're down for Rebel,' Emma said, and turned to allocate the next horse. 'CanIhaveDelilah,' I muttered, my shoulders— my whole body—drooping.Someone else was down for Delilah, and I made …
A Cunning Plan
THINKING ALOUD In the eighth grade, I was voted class bookworm. It makes me sigh, even now. This was not unjust. One of my earliest, abiding memories is of a long hallway, lined with long tables, piled high with books. I was five, it was kindergarten, I loved books, and I gathered up ten of …
Detalles, Detalles
¡MUY EXCITANTE! I'm trying to sort out how to get from Malaga to Seville. Yes, life sucks. !Not! Seriously, though, the day in question is a Sunday, a pre-Christmas Sunday in a European Catholic country, and do the buses run? The trains? I keep visiting these sites that purport to purvey the proper information... but …
Rebel is Annoying— Again
Remember how last Tuesday was amazing? This Tuesday was crap. The mood in the barn was... edgy, jumpy, something, the horses, post-prandial, literally feeling their oats. The music was too loud and I turned it down as always— poor Argo is directly across from the speakers, and the noise drives him demented. Mr Bojangles initiated grooming …
Talkin’ the Talk
THE FLYING CHANGES BOOK CLUB In this post I mentioned in passing about how I read that holding my pelvis, while in saddle, as if it were full of water, with the intent to prevent the water spilling, would secure my seat. This reference inspired the following comment from a reader: You mention here about …
¡Ascendente Vertiginoso!
STUPID WIDGETS Oh, high school Espanol, donde esta? Not that we had any equestrian modules: it was all about el Bosque de Chapultepec, en la cuidad de [la?] Mexico. And, janey mac, that effortlessly floated right up to the top of my neocortex. ¡Santa Maria! I've got some brushing up to do. It didn't occur …
Walkin’ the Walk
MORE BODY LANGUAGE I am walking past Connolly Station and I see everything: I see the people swarming out of the station itself, I see the crowd surging against the light to cross to Talbot Street, I see the taxis pulling out of the rank, I see the buses trundling back up the coast road, …
Hasta la Vista, Baby!
WOO HOO Just booked my flight, ahead of posting off a cheque, for my Christmas horse riding holiday in Spain! More to follow!
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 