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>so I can take higher-quality photos than with my phone.
Behold…what I have come to call, “The Yoga Tree”:
Ironically enough, I pass this oddity on my way to and from yoga every day.
Damn, he’s been holding that pose a long time…
voulez-voulez-vous ashtanga tree
>Every day at the intersection of Broadway and Olive I see, on opposing corners of the street, a man dressed as the Statue of Liberty and the other dressed as Superman, respectively.
I suspect for Superman, his attire is not a costume.
I will elaborate more when I’m not out the door to my yoga class.
voulez-voulez-vous bring us your tired, your poor, your sore from too many sun salutations…
>Dammit. I just ‘sighed’. I think I owe somebody money for that.
Today was the most fulfilling I’ve had in a while.
Permit me to explain.
It didn’t rain on my way to work.
I got a compliment on my hat.
I got a lot accomplished at work and even got ahead in a few things.
Spent some time connecting with friends.
Made weekend plans.
Tried to eat a mango at my desk (not recommended…)
It didn’t rain on the way home.
Jammed to Hooverphonic on my walk.
Stopped at Madison Market since my favorite yogurt was on sale for $0.59/each, and I also got another mango and an avocado…
Came home, spent time with housemates, changed for class, strolled several blocks to get there…
Had an awesome yoga session with a new teacher I liked very much…
Walked home, said hello to passers-by.
Met the “lady with the pugs” and sat on the cold grass with the pugs and wiggled and cuddled with them before I went in the house. (they were wearing matching red plaid coats!)
Came home, had some turkey and avocado, made some tea, grabbed a Pelligrino, went upstairs, hung out on the floor with Professor Pi (my chinchilla) while he bounced and wiggled and tried to chew on my yoga pants. (this, too, is not recommended…)
Worked on a project for a friend, sipped tea, chatted with some other friends for a bit…
And now I plan on heating up my lavender-scented back/neck muscle beanbag-type wrap thing, crawling into bed, grabbing my tea, draping my lavender-scented back/neck muscle beanbag-type wrap thing around my deltoids, reading, and letting sleep take me whenever it deems appropriate.
voulez-voulez-vous sigh
Dammit!
>Oddity for the day:
Leaving work, walking toward Broadway. Hear the unmistakable sounds of seagulls. Many seagulls.
I look up.
Many, many seagulls.
Um…this was downtown, not Elliott Bay.
Maybe one or two errant birds, okay. But these things had lined themselves up like a chorus line on the rooftops of several buildings for over a block.
Ever see that scene in “The Day After Tomorrow” where the birds, knowing what’s up, flee en masse from the seas inland in order to avoid impending meteorological disaster? I did.
I wondered if the plague of locusts was far behind.
Pedestrians and bus stop denizens were just as enrapt and puzzled as I. As we observed they would rapidly perch then flee in perfect sync. When nature behaves in such a way it tends to make me edgy.
Then I saw the massive horde congealing as a single avian unit in one very specific place.
Dick’s drive-in burger joint.
Bet I walk to work tomorrow and there’s nasty grease-induced bird shit littering the cross-streets of Broadway.
voulez-voulez-vous:
Barman: Did you say the end of the world is coming? Shouldn’t we all lay down on the floor or put paper bags over our heads?
Ford Prefect: If you wish.
Barman: Will it help?
Ford Prefect: Not at all.
>Here’s my tea’s message for the day:
Considering I’ve had a strenuous yoga class, a rather warm bath, and now have tea in hand (see photo)…maybe I should get to work on that painting I started…
voulez-voulez-vous hibiscus ginger.
>Came home and the house was empty. So sad.
One of the things I love about my life now is that I can walk over to Madison Market or Trader Joe’s and bump into someone I know and get kisses and hugs and pleasant five-minute conversations which are a delightful addition to my day. While I’m getting more Pellegrino. And some really good turkey.
Took up yoga this week so it’s official. I have morphed into the pierced, tattooed, poly, yerba mate-chugging, Burner yoga freak my Dad always wanted me to be. My conservative, right-wing staunch republican father.
Okay, uh…perhaps not.
And the yoga? Teh hawesome. My friend Carrie and I were going to hang out last Thursday save for the fact that she had yoga at 8. But…she also had a guest pass. I’d never tried yoga before, and was intrigued, so along I went.
After signing in with my guest pass and filling out several stupid forms, signing waivers, handing over my driver license, birth certificate, passport, and a urine sample, I was told I had to meet with a sales rep despite my insistence that I was NOT interested in membership. (this was 24-Hour Fitness). Informing the Ken-doll lookalike that this was the case, and pointing out that class started in five minutes, we were granted entry. To ensure my return to meet with said sales rep, they held my driver license for ransom. Bastards.
Despite the awkwardness of not knowing what the hell a “cobra posture” was coupled with my obvious lack of innate balance, I quite enjoyed it. Though I really did not understand the need to stay in “downward dog” for so ruddy long. They acted like it was actually strengthening our core and increasing flexibility or something. Amateurs.
Once I got the hang of it I began to realize that this class was utterly kicking my ass. If the instructor said, “downward dog for five deep breaths” one more time I was going to assault her with my rolled-up yoga mat.
I left the class deliciously noodly and then realized I had to reclaim my driver license. Grumble.
I did manage to leave (license in hand) with a 2-week trial membership pass so I could join Carrie in other classes. The Saturday class we decided to attempt was especially engaging as I kept getting distracted by the beautiful African-American amazingly gorgeous man in the front of the class. swoon. Managed some reciprocated flirty eye contact so I am definitely going next Saturday.
Today I went (sans Carrie) to a Yoga center on Capitol Hill which was recommended by a good friend of mine. The only class offered on Sundays was the 2-hour Ashtanga yoga class, but I went anyway, determined. Loved it. Going again this week.
And then, when I left class this morning, the rain turned to snow during my walk home. Another delightful addition to my day.
So there is the official yoga blog. I need to work on something more creative for later this week cuz this…well, excepting me, is most certainly boring.
voulez-voulez-vous Ohmmmmmm…
>If some Wicks are Slicks, and some Slicks are Snicks, then some Wicks are definitely Snicks.
Trying yoga for the first time today. Hope I survive. Da Boon hopes I survive…I hope that Da Boon hopes I survive…
and if you hope that someone hopes something isn’t that a double hopeative, and if so, is that even a word?
One dares not ask such things. Knowing my history it could cause some sort of paradox creating a fissure in the space-time continuum thereby negating all existence.
No worries…I tend to be pessimistic about such things. So long as they have Ti Kuan Yin in aforementioned fissure I should fare just fine.
So, I leave you with this:
voulez-voulez vous downward facing dog.
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Dread Pirate Roberts: “Oh, no. It’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
Finally sold one. Whew:
It’s funny because this one began its life as an experimental FUBAR mask.
Just goes to show that with enough satin rope, feathers and silver paint, anything can be accomplished.
voulez-voulez-vous inconceivable!
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i should listen to my tea more often.
voulez-voulez-vous the perfect cup of tea.
>WARNING: This is a particularly whiny post. Continue at your own discretion.
Consistency can be a good thing.
Unless you live in Seattle in December.
The consistent rain and wind is making my eyes want to bleed. I think it’s because I lived in Snoqualmie for so long that this time of year was mostly wind and snow, which I find far more tolerable (see “Ode” below) than this sub-par weather downgrade forced upon me and I am actually beginning to consider it rude.
Especially since I would really, really, like to go to the zoo tomorrow.
Something tells me the residents of said zoo find these meteorological conditions as unpleasant as I and are hermit-ing themselves just as I am today.
Though my hermit-ing is not solely because of the wretchedness outside but accompanied by some stomach bug which woke me at about 2 a.m. that I was not prepared for…the side effects of which have left me tired and lethargic all day. Even Professor Pi is bored with me. I don’t really want to leave the house even with the luxury of being able to use E&K’s car while they’re in Houston (lucky them; tomorrow is supposed be a sunny 68 degrees) and the fuzzy water is rapidly running out. Some soup would be nice. And one of my three ruddy housemates being home. And an elevator or even a dumbwaiter to the first floor of the house would be welcome. Living on the 3rd floor does have its disadvantages at times, especially when your energy level is sapped due to electrolyte imbalances. I am a needy, needy girl.
I should have packed more Pellegrino. Er, provisions. I hope I survive the weekend…
Okay, enough of the melodrama. At least I have two seasons of “Lost” to entertain me while I’m catching up on some drawing and reading and some projects whose deadlines are coming up. Though as usual my random sketchbook doodles are far more appealing to me than aforementioned projects. But the projects pay better than the doodles so I should probably prioritize.
I remain torn between my desire for more Pellegrino
and my desire to under no circumstances leave the house.
vouulez-voulez-vous “When Cameron was in Egypt’s land…
Let my…Cameron…go…“
Niff.Dot 