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I have not gone to Bikram Yoga for almost three weeks. In six years, I’ve never had this long of a break in my practice. My enthusiasm for this slightly déclassé, rough-hewn but effective discipline inspired me to buy a fifty class card on Thanksgiving Day, whereupon I strutted into class and wrenched my back with an over-enthusiastic ardashandrasana. I didn’t notice it at the time but I realized by the end of the class that I’d had increasing lower back distress throughout the class. The next evening, I compounded my problem by changing a flat tire. Even though I “used my legs, not my back”, I’m sure that didn’t help. 
 
For three weeks now, sitting can be painful, and rising from sitting to standing requires me to carefully lead and lift with my knees to avoid strain. I went to my friendly acupuncturist / bodyworker for one session. He taught me some useful stretches and crunches, and vigorously inserted some acupuncture needles the size of golf clubs. The pain was always pretty mild but reminds me that I’m of an age where recovery from injury is getting slower all the time.   I’m finally getting my freedom of movement back and am sitting comfortably instead of constantly needing to squirm. Fortunately, walking, dancing and biking have been OK throughout, but for a sedentary office worker like me a sitting problem is really a challenge.
 
The last two days the pain has been definitely receding. I now expect to pain free and back to yoga in two more weeks. I will modify asanas to avoid pain.
Wed, December 12, 2007 - 9:11 AM permalink
I've started reading the transcendently vacuous "Eat, Pray, Love".  The protagonist decided not to have a baby and instead traveled to Italy, India, and Indonesia, consuming a Williams-Sonoma gift box of cuisine, romance, and enlightenment Experiences.  Ohmygosh, mid-30's privileged and can't quite decide what to do? Why do I care? Why bother even opening this book?  For the same reason I've watched three whole Superbowls.  To see what the fuss is about. My wife's book club read it, and I've told that "well, it gets better".  The self-congratulation, the arch little formal tricks, the page upon page about the divorce that the writer promises at the outset not to dwell on, what's to like here? There is something about the way the author polishes her coiffed little aura with a puff of self-deprecation here, a squirt of self-reference there that makes me, well, envious, I guess. I'm cynical, and materialistic, and haven't saved the world. Gosh, if I wuz a girl and wrote a memoir and had talent and connections....  It's envy.  I'm on page 40.  I'll give it till page 60. 
Thu, November 29, 2007 - 8:45 PM permalink

I am in a hotel lobby in Ann Arbor, pecking away at a shared computer since there is no wireless functioning anywhere in the freakin' building, despite the helpful instruction card on the desk in my room.  



I am here for the 40-year anniversary of the Residential College of University of Michigan, from which I graduate in the Seventies.  The only close friend I have from college days is my wife, who attended a different part of U of M, and I am unsure what if any connections I will make. Only a dozen or so of my class are listed as being registered for the weekend's events, which center on a dinner to be held Saturday night.



I've connected by mail with a few folks from college days, none of whom will be attending.  I've also gotten back in touch with our three close friends from the post-college days but they've never been lost to me.  The journey into memory and loss, growth and frustration, is yet to be.  I would much prefer to be blogging and drinking in my sterile box of a room, though.  It would feel more like home.  For now, I remember being way to intimidated by classmates, being very good at calculus, and being stupidly long-distance monogamous with my whiny high school girlfriend.  While journaling on the flight here (which also included finding a nice book of gay porn left behind at an SFO Strabucks), I made the connection between Nixon ending the draft and my dropping out of my science degree program, and out of school, a very few months later.  Chronology, gotta love it.  While I intended to be a writer, I only made as far as being a drinker, and then back into school, with a lingering ur-crush on the Comparative Lit teaching assistant who'd encouraged my writing but not shown up for our office  hours.  Really, this did matter at the time :-).

Thu, October 18, 2007 - 11:13 PM permalink
I just realized I've been waiting for M.I.A.  all my life. Maya Arul has the political lyrics I've loved since my Rock Against Racism days, and electronic production values for days. She uses poetry as percussion, which so turned me on when rap emerged in the early 80s.   She's South Asian, and I think I read that she's  a second generation leftie. And polyglot UK socialists tickle my latent Europhilia, yeah, right there.  If Linton Kwesi Johnson and Poly Styrene had had a Sri Lankan love child, she'd be it.  Now I have to go back to eMusic and download her new album, too. Pull Up The People!
Sun, September 30, 2007 - 12:48 PM permalink
Where do Idaho Republicans go to find NSA hookups?



Why Craig's List, of course!!
Tue, August 28, 2007 - 9:00 AM permalink
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