We submitted a third cache this morning. It is, of course, awaiting approval. This one is my project. It's a web cam cache. (Meaning that, rather than seeking out a hidden cache, you go to a location that's currently being photographed by a web camera. In order to log your find, you have to submit a screen capture of the web cam shot with you in it. That means, of course, that someone else has to sit in front of the computer and do the screen capture.)

I'm calling this cache "The Road To Boston" because the web cam (set up by The Seattle Department of Transportation) is at the west end of Interstate 90. The camera is also close to Safeco Field, but, although I think it's a pretty building, I have some political opposition to it - so I downplayed that aspect in the cache description.

I watched Decalogue: Ten, the final episode, last night. I also watched the extras. The group interview with Kieslowski on Polish TV was especially interesting, in spite of, or maybe because of, the fact that I strongly suspect that Kieslowski was putting up a false front. (Did he really believe that his films didn't convey messages? Did he really feel that he made films because it was the only thing he knew how to do?)

The DVDs are due back at the library next week - plenty of time to re-visit the episodes that especially stand out to me.

In the junio edition of ¡Piensa en Español! - Think Spanish!, I have learned "los beneficios de la siesta," about the history of the siesta, and what a siesta really is.

Nosotros relacionamos a la siesta con el sueñlo pero en realidad, la siesta es el reposo (acompañado o no del sueño) que suele sequir a la comida del mediodía. (We think of a siesta as a nap, but in fact it's a rest (accompanied or not by sleep) that usually follows a midday meal.)

I'm also learning about Jai Alai: El témino "Jai Alai" es una palabra de origen vasco que signifia "fiesta alegra," pues este juego se practicaba durante las fiestas anuales. (The term "Jai Alai" is a word of Basque origin meaning "joyful party," because it was normally played during annual festivals.) En realidad, Jai Alai hacía referencia, originariamente, al el frontón. (Actually, Jai Alai referred, originally, to the area used for Jai Alai.) El juego en sí se llama "pelota" o "pelota vasca." (The sport itself is called "ball" or "Basque ball.")

I watched a few Jai Alai games the last time I was in Tijuana. It would be an interesting experiment to travel to different cultures, ask people to take you to a "ball game," and see how many different sports you end up watching.

I've also learned a little about the verb "llevar," which can refer to what a person carries, wears, has, does, tolerates, or moves - so many meanings that it's difficult to know what it means out of context. I'm sure I could come up with a few English words like that.

"No es necesario llevar el sombrero." It isn't necessary to wear your hat.
"Quisiera dos hamburguesas para llevar." I'd like two hamburgers to go.
"Llevo tres días sin dormir." I've gone three days without sleep.
"Nos llevamos bien." We get along well together.
"Se llevó el premio Nobel." She won the Nobel prize.

There's a song being played on the radio these days called "Breathe (2AM)" by Anna Nalick. I haven't made up my mind as to whether I like or dislike it, but I can't ignore it, because there's a great line in it: "Life's like an hourglass glued to the table."

Over the years, I've made a mental list of great song lyrics - or, rather, great lyrics from songs. In most of these cases, I don't know who actually wrote the lyric, only who performed them. These are lines that make me wish I knew how to wrote poetry.

Here are a few lyrics from my list, in no particular order:

"Days of dutch courage, just three french letters, and a german sense of humor" - Elvis Costello ("Man Out Of Time")

"Oh, half drunk all the time / And I'm all drunk the rest" - Tom Waits ("Sight For Sore Eyes")

"Out on the road today, I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac" - Don Henley ("Boys Of Summer")

"Ah, but I was so much older then / I'm younger than that now" - Bob Dylan ("My Back Pages")

"Why pamper life's complexities / When the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?" - The Smiths ("This Charming Man")

"These are the days of lasers in the jungle" - Paul Simon ("Boy In The Bubble")

I am getting burned out on being Church Council Secretary. I want to pass the duty on to someone else next year - my third year on the Council. I'd like to go to a Council meeting and be free to participate, and respond more easily to what's been said, instead of concentrating on recording what's just been said.

Maybe it's not that change is contagious. Maybe it's that I've discovered that it can be easy.

We disabled "Get Christie, Love." Then Phillip drove into work early, checked on the cache, found it right where it should be, and enabled it. I wonder how many caches have been disabled for as short at time as ours.

"Get Christie, Love" was last found on June 6 (a week ago yesterday). Since then, it had logged five "Did Not Find"s in a row. A geocacher who looked for it yesterday is convinced that the cache is gone.

I read a piece about yoga to Writers' Group this afternoon. It got a good reaction. Parts of it, I thought, need major reworking.

Last Friday was the end of the current yoga session. It had become a habit for me to mail in my check and application for the upcoming yoga session. Last Friday, Phillip pointed out the obvious: I could just bring my check and application with me to class and save the postage.

I attended my first yoga class on July 9, 2004. I started my current job on July 12, 2004. The piece I read this afternoon was written in celebration of my upcoming first anniversary of yoga. I won't make it to the first anniversary of my current job, since my new one starts in less than two weeks.

Now that I've signed up for another session of Friday evening classes with Lisa, I've started thinking about how much I enjoyed that Wednesday evening class with Denise. (Phillip has said that I didn't make Denise's class sound like fun in this blog. That was a mistake on my part - I did enjoy it.) No offence to Lisa, but I enjoyed Denise's emphasis on theory.

There would be some advantages to yoga class in the middle of the week. The major disadvantage would be that Wednesday is Chicken Night for Gladden - and he doesn't like that to be late.

Eleven months: a change in employment, and thinking about a change in yoga. I wonder: Is change contagious?