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March 31, 2004 09:57 PMyoga rageI never thought such a thing could happen. I've just exited a yoga class fully fucking enraged. Not relaxed. Mildly streched, but just fucking angry. I wanted to try a new studio out to see how it was, but I didn't have the nerve, and with the rain, I wanted to be close to home. When I got to my normal, nice place, the vibe in the waiting room should have sent me home before we got started. People talking loudly. a total newbie all but shouting. The instructor rushing in, almost late, laptop in hand WITH COFFEE. Her style was as anti-oliver as could possibly be. Her monotone loud, nasaly voice just plain sucked. There was nothing relaxing about her at all. she made fun of the history of yoga, mocked people who take it seriously (i guess that's me, since i'm so damn pissed off right now), and suggested we put cheetoes between our toes. She moved people into positions that seemed wholy harmful, and I just had clenched jaw, and balled fists the whole time. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! All this on top of my experience on the train today with my yoga mat, as three people around me laughed at the concept of one of their wives! quit her high stress lawyer job, and was doing yoga. Maybe all this is just because I am stopping drinking coffee. What the fuck could I be thinking? Fuck everything. Fuck everyone while i'm at it. FUCK. March 31, 2004 10:47 AMcaffeine reportSo, my back hurting me so incredibly badly that there were inquiries about my kidneys' health. I thought back to when I had chronic lower-back pain, and realised that I was drinking gobs of Soda Pop at the same time. hmmm. With these facts in mind, I've decided to attempt the caffeine withdrawl again. Here's status:
wish me luck March 30, 2004 11:44 AMcontrast
then, contrast that with all of the potential Monday morning work problems: which would you choose? March 23, 2004 09:48 PMgood thingsWhy do I only write about the bad things? I go back and read journals, and its all fire & brimstone. All bad. This time, good things. I finally went back to yoga tonight, in my neighborhood. I like the place, and mybe i'll give an instructor review for Belinda later (nice, slow, chanting, breathing, oh, there's the review!), but the most compelling thought that I had was this: Four years ago, I was a kicking & screaming atheist, all life based in science. All facts & figures. Nothing beyond that which is provable through numbers and theorems. Now, tonight, I sat in class and wanted *more* spirituality from it. I wanted to feel life forces & energy flowing through me. I wanted to work to bring myself to a state of understanding, to feel the world rushing through me. To feel connected to some higher spiritual sense. What a difference growing up makes, eh? My departing feeling from class is one just of love. I am filled with love for the world, and blissfully happy about it. I want to shout love for one person from the rooftops, to all the trees, but even if that is ever unavailable to me, I feel so much emotion; my heart is full of everything for everyone. Maybe one shouldn't journal after yoga? Kind of like drunk dialing? We'll find out when I re-read this in the morning. March 22, 2004 11:53 AMthe promised landmmm. California. I got to spend a nice day with Fran, cavorting around town, being silly, walking through Brentwood to breakfast, shopping @ Fred Segal, shopping on Melrose, eating tasty sushi, and generally relaxing in the High Style that is my LA weekend experience. Kind of a foggy day, but I wore sandals anyway! We went to the airport to pick up a surprisingly cheery elly (hell, I'm happy if I can even keep my eyes open after a cross country flight!) for some home and chill time.
The much ballyhooed Marble Soaking Tub was not exactly there, but the room was very nice & quiet, and we headed off to Real Foods Daily for a calming dinner. I had fun driving in LA, and food was (mostly) tasty; (I knew better than to order the weird wheaty things!! what was I thinking?). YUMMY Vegan Caesar salad, walnut pate! Yum yum! I crashed hard and slept soundly through the night. Morning adventures involved vegan chocolate cake in bed, then more Real Foods Daily for a much-redeeming brunch, more Peets, a walk, and a Celebrity Sighting (what would an LA trip be without one??): Ashton Kucher with some woman (not Demi!) getting into a white Escalade. We lounged around the pool, enjoyed life, swam, splashed, I was a goat-fish, and there was much playing and warm sunning. More Melrose shopping, drives throughout town, Santa Monica beaches, and then a red eye flight home. ow, but nice to be in the sun.
March 11, 2004 02:56 PMbackI'm back in New York, but I'm not home. I realised how incredibly much I miss san francisco while I was there; it was true beauty in so many ways. The goodness of morning sunshine can never be forgotten. I send love out to all the people there that need it. :( March 08, 2004 12:56 AM24th Street goodnessShopping 24th street in Noe Valley on Saturday resulted in the following positive results (plus, coffee at Martha's, and Peasant Pies! yum!):
 Also, pretty flowers!! yay San Francisco! March 06, 2004 02:52 PMyesI love san francicso. March 03, 2004 10:05 AMjournalingI always forget how much I love to write on the train. I should do it more. I actually almost filled up my first journal today. I went to Kate's to get a new one, but I was too early (how's that for funny? me, too early? ha!). I'm going to California tomorrow, or maybe today. Hell if I understand this work setup. sheesh! March 02, 2004 10:39 AMvotingDamn it feels good to be a voter. It really irks me when people complain about any aspect of politics, but haven't involved themselves in the process. I really wish I had the inclination/time to be more involved. I'd really like to work in a polling place, or some other "thankless" job that fundamentally supports the system. Also today, I'm really getting into my book finally: The Unconsoled. I recommend it. Travel plans are insanely up in the air. more news when it becomes clear. Less anxiety than expected. --- UPDATE: I am reminded by Liz that I have, in fact, worked in a voting booth before, and suffice to say, the powers that be shouldn't let me do it again, if they respect free and clear elections. heh. |
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