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lower arm spaghetti workout
Thursday, October 22 1998
There was a sort of lull at work as a big project worked through the various teams. Since my job consists of co-ordinating the work of designers and the work of programmers, and since they were off performing their crafts, I was pretty much free to do whatever I wanted to. I ended up going home kind of early, since (according to an orientation I attended today) there are no firm rules about such things.
In the evening Kim used me as a practice guinea pig for some Shiatsu procedures she's been learning. Shiatsu is a Japanese form of accu-pressure, involving energy lines, pressure points, and considerable mumbo jumbo. I'm extremely ticklish, so I'm not the best subject for this sort of thing, but allowing Kim to practice this stuff is now part of my social contract. I liked it best when Kim did some "deep carpal tunnel massage" between the radius and ulna of both my arms. She came in from the top (dorsal) side and pushed all the muck and glurp between the bones out toward the lower (ventral) side. It was a throbbing carnal sort of experience, more pleasurable than I'd expected. I imagined the tendons and muscles of my lower arms consisted of sticky half-cooked spaghetti all clumped together but being forced apart and healed by the power of touch.
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