Musings and Mirth
So, I finally decided to the plunge back into yoga after a very long break. During Oscar season I slip into a black hole of sitting-on-couch-way-too-long – or at computer, as the case may be. So I’ve been slowly working back up the strength to get back in the yoga groove. I’ve been running, I’ve been hiking but today, for the first tie in months, I took the yoga plunge. Yoga is hit and miss when it comes to teachers. You either luck out with a great teacher (meaning they pay attention to their class and allow for limitations, levels and skill. I prefer a 1-2 class, rather than a level 2. I only got there once and just barely. I hope to get to a 2-3 at some point. I’m not there yet. I really should have gone into a level 1 class today but be that as it may, I hung in there. It was half wonderful, half nightmarish. Not enough regular yoga flow and too much weird contorting of poses that seem to have been made up by the teacher that mixed dance with yoga. That would be okay if you felt like you were getting a good workout at the same time. It wasn’t a serene experience either because the teacher was so punishing. Worse still, he was male, and pretty cute. And there is nothing worse than a cute yoga teacher. He stood about five inches away from me during most of the class, again, awkward. But, as with almost every yoga class, one is grateful for it, no matter how hard it gets. This one was hard and kind of weird but not altogether objectionable. You can’t have everything.
So, some weird yoga things for you.
I really don’t get the nude yoga trend. Being a top-heavy female I can only imagine the floppity floppity.
Here are the top ten:
1. Danger dogs.
The Tijuana delicacy — a hot dog wrapped in bacon, fried, and topped with mayo — has made its way to San Diego and Los Angeles, sold from carts outside stadiums, clubs, and wherever hungry drunks congregate. See also:
2. Jersey breakfast dogs.
An East Coast derivative with scrambled eggs and melted cheese.
3. Surfing Teahupoo, Tahiti.
Unbelievable swells that roll over a shallow coral reef. Catch a wave and you’re flying; bail and you’re bleeding.
4. Giving a buddy a kidney.
You only need one. Hopefully.
5. Black Cat espresso from Intelligentsia Coffee & Tea.
A triple. Note the exceedingly heavy body, with chocolate, caramel, and dried-fruit notes. Also note that you’re vibrating. That means it’s working. intelligentsiacoffee.com.
6. Lyle Sankey’s “Vision Quest” Bull Riding Adventure Experience, Branson, Missouri.
The Web site says it well: “We work hard to match the livestock with your abilities, but we can’t make you an athlete, change your mental or physical condition, or help you lose weight in a three or four day session. Come into this realizing that Rodeo is NOT tee ball.” Of course, if the bull really pisses you off, you can seek revenge on his kind at the…
7. Bullfighting school at the California Academy of Tauromaquia.
One of the only (legal) bullfighting schools in the country. Someone’s getting wounded in this battle. Hopefully, it’s the bull. (Visit their Website for more information.)
10. Cream puffs.
The best are available at the Wisconsin State Fair for two weeks every August.
Funny Bourdain – former exile from the Food Network seems to take particular glee in tearing them down, and we love reading it. He has been given a spot on Ruhlman.com and many of us foodies eagerly await his Food-TV teardown posts. His recent one on the Food Awards is a howler. Like this:
Do Emeril and Bobby–who, whatever you think of their shows–BUILT that fucking network, deserve to be pimped out with such casual disregard? Does anyone deserve to run the Gauntlet of Shame that was the “red carpet”, forced to waddle past the California Raisins and Tony the Tiger and a bunch of other corporate Big Heads? The overmuscled fuckwit from DINNER SLIGHTLY DIFFICULT delivered the best line: something like “This is the greatest night “ever!” If that was his greatest night ever, I suspect he would say the same thing while being publicly butt-slammed by the San Diego Chicken.
I’m going to try to get out to see this today. But it is beautification day at Emma’s school and we will cleaning and painting and all sorts of tiring stuff until the afternoon. Then it’s a choice of this or the Jonestown exhibit.
It’s called “As a Man Thinkest, So He Is.” Thanks to BoingBoing for the link. The BB poster writes, “I find Brandou’s juxtaposition of extreme cuteness and dark imagery to be deeply moving. Seen here, “Medication,” a depiction of People’s Temple members lining up for a cup of cyanide-laced Flavor Aid. “
I agree. If you go to the site look at the one with the lion over the two huddled animals. That may be my favorite, with the captain flying on a bird overhead a close second.
Seriously, this guy was bitten by a Brown Recluse. I think they are worse than Black Widows but not entirely sure. What I do know is this. Nothing is more horrifying. Well, maybe Jim Jones.
By the way, today the spider bite finally burst. But I’m sparing you that image for the time being. Thanks to BoingBoing for the link.
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