It’s been a long time since I uploaded and there is so much to tell.
Like Sleeping Beauty Joggle blog has been in a transformative phase; through the centre of the earth, fighting off demons and rediscovering the beat that meters the poetry of life.
What happened you might ask? Well , the joggle blog almost died from neglect and from me basically listening to people urging me to blog about something more serious. Yes it was a moment of weakness, or eight moths of weakness to be precise. On a recent trip to Spain however, I happened to mention joggling to my friend Laura, and before the words “lets go down to the beach” were out of her mouth we were down there on Bogatell Beach juggling lemons pilfered from the wooden fruit bowl on the kitchen table of our friend Cate.
We practiced knee deep into the Mediterranean hurling lemons into beautiful cascades that would catch the morning sun, emanating a warm brandyesque glow, the ocean catching any fumbled lemons in an aquamarine embrace– a very handy thing as it means you don’t have to bend down so far to pick up dropped lemons. this was juggling bliss!!
“I am just enchanted”, were Laura’s words, a chiropractor of the Network Spinal Analysis (NSA) persuasion, who immediately understood the neurological significance of juggling as an exercise that facilitates eye hand coordination and tunes the brain into the poetry of life.
From ocean to sand we moved onto joggling … AKA jogging and juggling at the same time… up and down the beach. Once again I became addicted, and totally excited about having recruited a disciple. Over the next few weeks in Barcelona I juggled stones on Mt Juic an old Jewish citadel guarding the port; fresh peaches from the Boqueria market in the back lanes of the Ravel, and finally, in a historical nod to the Arab’s who have a phenomenal juggling tradition, at the Alhambra in Granada, again with lemons, packed in a special care package by Cate, a wonderful Californian Somato Respiratory Integration Practitoner who works with Laura in Barcelona.
I am back now in Hong kong , and once again on the joggling track. One man almost split his ass laughing at me in the park this morning, but walked off to work with a big smile on his face, giving me the thumbs up. Humour, as my friend Laura says, is the universal trump card.
December 18, 2007 at 9:10 am |
I was wondering, do you had any more blogs?
March 17, 2008 at 2:05 pm |
juggling is fun !!! spend 10 days in koh Lanta (near chokolate bar) and also
10 days at ko Phajam (south of ranong) and hang out in phuket for the remaining 8 days …so are there any local or falang jugglers I can get
in touch ? so please send me an email. tks.
this video is about 2 hours old…best regards from phuket, surin beach.
http://youtube.com/user/gintonicmunich
March 18, 2008 at 4:08 am |
Dear fact daily
I guess my last post can count as another blog. I have about twenty ideas for new blog, but as you can see I am not the worlds most prolific blogger, and will focus on getting this one up to speed a little more.
Your own blog is a masterpiece. I now know that the oldest known goldfish lived to 41 years of age. Its name was Fred, and a bunch of other stuff which I am sure I can pepper my conversations with to great profit in the future. I hope you stay posted
Cheers
March 18, 2008 at 4:21 am |
Dear gintonic
Sounds like you had a great time. Thanks for the Youtube video. It looks very cool ( I am guessing that is you?). What is the style called? Makes me want to get on a plane over to Thailand again.
Koh Phangan was the place to go when i was in Thailand if you were into dance parties, juggling, and swimming across to Koh Samui under the influence of magic mushrooms. Things may have changed. I haven’t been there since the early nineties, but I will keep my ears open for any tips on the hottest juggling spots around Thailand, and any other places for that matter. Phuket was a one man juggling affair for me when I was there. I am a bit of a lone juggler myself as i tend to run whilst I do it – hence the name joggleing, . Thanks again.