Still my beating heart (w/apologies to Sting) gibberish today

(3 digits) will try to cure so-called “writer’s block”, i have a writing assignment but still couldn’t get down to it because i have nothing new to say; if you have nothing new to say, you don’t write. It should come out of your ears, you know. i’ll find it in a few days, don’t worry about it; i’ll find it when the person asking me to write it starts breathing down my neck.

and  so-called because, to call oneself a writer is to flatter oneself, and except for legal forms and formats that could be followed, i don’t do any real writing, by real writing, i mean : imagery, alliteration, rhythm, etc.; not that i could do that, maybe i never could. Imagery like:

“and i wriggle

like a fish

caught

on dryland…”

– Sting (i can’t make a music video or slide show right now, don’t have the time so i just quoted him)


Haven’t blogged anything since Friday. People who view the blog, though the numbers change, are the same everyday. So, it doesn’t matter.

you start by writing gibberish to cure your so-called “writer’s block”.

Right now. just woke, need to measure pulse so i can write this post. Real slow, no hurry, still early at 4:30am (early, because i only need one hour to download two files i might need for my 9:00 am meeting), no hurry. Without caffeine… not doing anything yet… and under all those conditions stated, i can hardly find my pulse. That one takes a long while. I’m trying to measure it.

I found the literature!

Remember i told you, i was curious and took up yoga lessons (haven’t practised in a week though; lazy! Or busy. Or both) because i sawan old James Bond movie (now, my gibberish starts, i’m picking up, aren’t i?) the lead character was in a North Korean prison and he practised yoga in prison (i wrote about this a couple of months ago) then he was retrieved by his government and detained in a hospital, and he stopped his heart from beating, etc etc, and i told myself, “must enlist in yoga at some point…”

and i said in that post: I’m guessing, you can’t really stop your heart from beating, you can just slow it down to make it so faint that it cannot be detected.

still too lazy to practise though, or busy.

I read a news clip in abs-cbnnews.com of a mini-marathon in U.P. yesterday (sponsored by MOVE), 10K, 5K, 2.2K, (the 2.2K is for small children); without training, i could have joined the 2.2K…. with the five-year-olds and toddlers.

Too lazy. Anyway, found it in my neck right below the jaw line, i used my digital clock with the seconds and“micro-seconds” (?). In a state of stupor, It’s 9 beats per ten seconds; or, if i use 60 seconds, it’s 55 beats per minute. I’m probably making a mistake in the counting. Stupor means: here it goes: once before,stumbled out of bed, didn’t have much time, headed straight for the door. Found out that your reflexes are real slow when you just got up; by “reflexes real slow” means: for example, there are humps on the road and those humps have been there since time immemorial but you fail to respond because you’re still asleep, so you get juggled up, bumped up inside. That’s when yourealize you’re still asleep. Do not do that. Repeat, do not do that again. I do not recommend it.

In other words, the pulse rate i get at this condition is, i’m guessing, from my non-scientific, non-expert point of view, below the pulse-rate-at-rest. I probably should take it at some point of the day and not upon waking up. But i’m trying to take it at it’s slowest kasi.

I found the literature! It’s Krishnamacharya, he was the teacher of the founder of ashtanga yoga (the founder was his student). The literature in the internet, which i haven’t verified, (you know how it is in the internet, you have to verify the literature)  says  “He is known not only as a most influential yoga teacher, but a scholar, and a healer. Krishnamacharya was known to be able to voluntarily stop his visible heart beat/ pulse for over two minutes, probably by drastically reducing venous return to the heart.” (haven’t verified the literature)

JC says: “There are reports on such feats by advanced yogis including Swami Rama. In his book Science of Breath (Swami Rama), it says there that his ability to stop his heart from beating was validated by medical scientists. I guess it’s more of being able to slow down the heartbeat to a point that one beat or the pause between beats is extended up to 2 minutes. XXXX etc.”

I have to download two files for my 9:00am. Be back in a bit.

Slowing your heartbeat to one beat per two minutes is really a feat. Maybe you could get it faint, to such faintness that it cannot be detected, but it’s still beating only a little slower than normal;  be back in a bit; but what do i know, i’m guessing, have to prep for my 9am, see you in a beat, este, er, a bit.

won’t be blogging till after the holidays

i’m on vacation berry-picking, getting tattooed; will come back after the holidays; i’ll be rambling on, gimme a break, the artist wanted to sign his name on the tattoo; i’ll just write a silly song, since i’ve gone on vacation this blog has become a “song hits”; what’s that? remember that? In the olden times, there were such things as “song hits” (they were song books); now you can just download lyrics.

  

        The Philippine Department of Foreign Affairs and the U.S. Embassy  signed an agreement a couple of days ago that provided that  convicted Lance Corporal Daniel Smith be detained at the first floor of the Rowe Building of the US Embassy “in a room approximately 10 x 12 square feet and guarded round the clock”. That’s outside the long arm of the law , it’s outside the jurisdiction of the court. The negotiations (and bullying therefore) have begun, have started even long before this week, when George Bush gave the Philippine ambassador a piece of his mind.  Who’s negotiating on behalf of the Philippines? Not the Philippine officials.

 

        Counter-offer.

 

        What about, say, in a room even bigger than that, 30 x 20, beside Bayview hotel with a view of the famous Manila sunset, but outside the U.S. Gate. What about it? That’s reasonable, it’s within the agreements and the law. (We’ll throw in a masseuse, male, er, masseur, a Michael V.(of Bubble Gang)-look-alike).

 

(Sung to the tune of Sting’s “Epilogue” from Ten Summoner’s Tales, with apologies)

 

Wheel in a cool, quiet air-con

Deck him a salad bar, a mini bar

Install soft lights, pipe in jazz music

Chill him some wine

But he should be within

Philippine jurisdiction.

 

Give him a web cam, a digicam, unlimited load

A website, a blogsite, his own film-bio

Live channel streaming, video streaming

game downloads

But he should be within

Philippine jurisdiction.

 

Ten meters away

from the U.S. fence

One block away

from the U.S. Embassy

Across the boulevard

with a view of the bay

Build a covered walk, build him a covered pool,

a covered court

But he should be

he should be

within jurisdiction

of the Court.

(improv)