Monday, May 18th, 2009
obsessive flitting
Right, quick, it’s time to flit between things obsessively again… oooooh I must research how to flavour bean-burgers for 3hrs…. I will sit and watch Buster Keaton films back to back for a week…. how about 5hrs of poi spinning every day for about 2 years? (yes I did do that when I was 18)
So tonight, yes I’ll limit myself to just half an hour of hoop training. mmmm some gentle isolations I thought, and immediately reached for 
three hoops to spin WRONG WAY. hmm that probably makes no sense to non hoop spinners.
Basically everyone is kinda like a plughole on one or other side of the world that… er… water draining…. erm…defines which way you like spinning in circles. Yes, that makes perfect sense.
Its like being left or right-handed, if you are left of the meridian line facing Mecca and born under a certain celestial configuraltion you have a natural direction to spin a hula-hoop round your body.
I’m an anit-clockwisey. Unsimply put, spinning clockwise for me is like left(wrong)handed chinese calligraphy with an 18ft pixel-thin paintbrush. And a broken middle finger. But as an obsessively meticulous person, I always train my circus props both ways. So, I take about 3 or 4 times as long to get a trick (doh!) but at least I don’t damage myself in the process - if you’re spinning hoops around your body for hours on end in only one direction you end up with your intestines wrapped around your liver and have to poo out of a tube forever. (worryingly true story)
Sooooooo, 3 hoops WRONG WAY is stupidly hard for me and I sweat buckets of water. What a waste of water eh? Don’t worry I drink it again afterwards. mmmm nice way to replace salts aswell. And grime.
Grim.
enough
suffice to say I’m training hoops every day obsessively at the moment and it’s bloody brilliant. (and I didn’t quite stick to half an hour, I never do 
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