January 2010
3 posts
The Focus and the Fulcrum
The hula hoop was just a toy in my mind, even as i have been obsessive in my artistic mind’s eye with circles (all of my life), the hula hoop never impressed me and i never could do it.
The transition of hula hoop to a concept that has taken a driver seat in my life has been documented in other blogs. The thing that fascinates me most these dayz is the effect of hula hoops on individuals...
Ice Hoop
I have my spot on 33rd. the big median strip where i hoop every saturday morning has three brick pillars about 5 feet high at the intersection where Barclay and University and that other tiny street where the 7 - 11 is all meet. i have been going there weekly, except for weeks when i have a debate tournament, since i coach debate at connexions high school in west baltimore.
yesterday the wind...
my personal hula story: hooping as a means of...
this past year saw many new things in my life, i got unmarried, began new careers, turned 42, went on a long losing streak, etc.
i also became someone known as the hula hoop man. it started at wyman park at the charles village festival, where over the course of two days, on some maniacal whim stemming from divorce-energy and general CRAZINESS, i hula hooped for something like 12 hours...