Ugh.
I'm scheduled for a real-live road trip to the Twin Cities this weekend, and my brother who lives southwest of Minneapolis told me the heat index was 110 degrees. That's right, folks. 110!
While my skin will absolutely adore me, the rest of me might long for the arid conditions of the Rocky Mountains. Luckily, our trip lasts only five days and as a bonus, I hear the forecast features cooler temperatures this weekend. Have I mentioned how I love air conditioning?
P.S. Note to self: Save room in your suitcase by not packing body lotion!
* If you are a BBC America Coupling fan, you will understand this reference.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Oh to the mmm
Just this week, I had a realization bite me in the hiny.
"Yo-, " it said. "Yoga."
Yoga.
When I lived in Pueblo, I would practice regularly at the studio across the river no less than twice a week. I did that for about three years. Upon moving to Denver (almost three years ago), my practice suffered. I tried following a couple of workout tapes at home, but there always was something else pulling me away.
Then as I watched my hubby leave for the golf course yet again, I longed for something in my life to love as much as he loves golf (and I'm not talking about people here but a hobby, a pasttime, a passion). It echoed again. Yoga.
I promptly logged onto the Yoga Journal's Web site for their 11th annual yoga conference in Estes Park. I have been twice and loved it twice. When I was a dancer, I loved attending dance conventions (in Hollywood, Calif.; Phoenix; Las Vegas; Dallas), sweating and working to the beat eight hours a day. My body craved even more. It was the same for me in Estes Park.
Sun salutations to start the day at 8 (c'mon people. . .that's early for me!), a little exploration into backbends or inversions, lunch, and another class to close the day, perhaps on restorative poses. Or arm balances. I could never stop talking about my classroom experiences to my cabinmates. What an exceptional way to further my practice.
And that doesn't even include the teaching muscle. John Friend. Rodney Yee. Patricia Walden. Richard Freeman. Aadil Palkhivala. Ana Forrest. Judith Hanson Lassater. Shiva Rea. Such wisdom tucked away in the picturesque hideaway in the Rocky Mountains. Simply breathtaking.
So now, I have a goal to shoot for. Build up my practice at home and a studio, and at the end of September, I will treat myself, my body to a wonderful weekend of yoga fun!
"Yo-, " it said. "Yoga."
Yoga.
When I lived in Pueblo, I would practice regularly at the studio across the river no less than twice a week. I did that for about three years. Upon moving to Denver (almost three years ago), my practice suffered. I tried following a couple of workout tapes at home, but there always was something else pulling me away.
Then as I watched my hubby leave for the golf course yet again, I longed for something in my life to love as much as he loves golf (and I'm not talking about people here but a hobby, a pasttime, a passion). It echoed again. Yoga.
I promptly logged onto the Yoga Journal's Web site for their 11th annual yoga conference in Estes Park. I have been twice and loved it twice. When I was a dancer, I loved attending dance conventions (in Hollywood, Calif.; Phoenix; Las Vegas; Dallas), sweating and working to the beat eight hours a day. My body craved even more. It was the same for me in Estes Park.
Sun salutations to start the day at 8 (c'mon people. . .that's early for me!), a little exploration into backbends or inversions, lunch, and another class to close the day, perhaps on restorative poses. Or arm balances. I could never stop talking about my classroom experiences to my cabinmates. What an exceptional way to further my practice.
And that doesn't even include the teaching muscle. John Friend. Rodney Yee. Patricia Walden. Richard Freeman. Aadil Palkhivala. Ana Forrest. Judith Hanson Lassater. Shiva Rea. Such wisdom tucked away in the picturesque hideaway in the Rocky Mountains. Simply breathtaking.
So now, I have a goal to shoot for. Build up my practice at home and a studio, and at the end of September, I will treat myself, my body to a wonderful weekend of yoga fun!
Where indeed
Sometimes, you just need a laugh. On Saturday, I sure got one.
The sun was beating down on the pavement, but above it all, a cool burst of air was hitting my flush cheeks as I drove through my neighborhood, stereo thumping. With one routine stop at Eugene Way on Andrews Drive, I saw it.
Staring at the black letters on white paper that was taped to the signpost, I furled my brow and spent a little too long at the intersection, prompting a quick honk from the vehicle behind me. It reminded me of some "random thought" signs a friend has spied in the NY/NJ area. I turned another corner and saw it again, this time on a bus bench and framed by a little black border.
Where, indeed?
The sun was beating down on the pavement, but above it all, a cool burst of air was hitting my flush cheeks as I drove through my neighborhood, stereo thumping. With one routine stop at Eugene Way on Andrews Drive, I saw it.
"?Where's Kevin Pistol?"
Staring at the black letters on white paper that was taped to the signpost, I furled my brow and spent a little too long at the intersection, prompting a quick honk from the vehicle behind me. It reminded me of some "random thought" signs a friend has spied in the NY/NJ area. I turned another corner and saw it again, this time on a bus bench and framed by a little black border.
"?Where's Kevin Pistol?"
Where, indeed?
Monday, July 24, 2006
My passion
I've been trying to be much more proactive about the environment lately, so this is the perfect spot for me to share. So many things in our daily lives can be changed, and they can be as simple as changing a light bulb. Keeping your vehicle's tires properly inflated. Buying organic. Recycling. (It's not that hard, people!)
In the midst of my own life changes, I watched an Oprah show (Global Warming 101: Leonardo DiCaprio's Big Problem) that I figured could help me get out the word. We all don't have to go out and upgrade our cars to energy-efficient hybrids, exchange our appliances for those with an Energy Star approval or install solar panels to our houses. (But if you want to, go for it!)
There are so many small "tips" in order to decrease how much greenhouse gas YOU emit. Exchange your light bulbs in your house for CFLs. They last longer. Unplug your TV or computer when you leave the house. Clean the lint screen in your clothes dryer. See? It's easy.
A friend of mine also discovered a very helpful Web site called Ideal Bite. If you ever needed a reason to buy an iPod, here's one. One tip reads, "Eliminate the need for the resource-intensive process of production, packaging and distribution of CD's!"
But seriously, I've kept myself busy trying to implement these quick and easy tips into my own live/home/environment. You should, too.
In the midst of my own life changes, I watched an Oprah show (Global Warming 101: Leonardo DiCaprio's Big Problem) that I figured could help me get out the word. We all don't have to go out and upgrade our cars to energy-efficient hybrids, exchange our appliances for those with an Energy Star approval or install solar panels to our houses. (But if you want to, go for it!)
There are so many small "tips" in order to decrease how much greenhouse gas YOU emit. Exchange your light bulbs in your house for CFLs. They last longer. Unplug your TV or computer when you leave the house. Clean the lint screen in your clothes dryer. See? It's easy.
A friend of mine also discovered a very helpful Web site called Ideal Bite. If you ever needed a reason to buy an iPod, here's one. One tip reads, "Eliminate the need for the resource-intensive process of production, packaging and distribution of CD's!"
But seriously, I've kept myself busy trying to implement these quick and easy tips into my own live/home/environment. You should, too.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Negitivity works
In this case, it does.
I just bought a third pair of my favorite brand of shoes. They're pretty cool, and with any luck, I'll buy some boots for the winter, too.
They are Earth shoes, and the negative heel technology claims to correct your posture. Plus, it makes the shoes really dang comfy.
If you're into buying vegan, they make many versions for you, as well.
Stylish and Earth friendly. Who'd've thunk?
I just bought a third pair of my favorite brand of shoes. They're pretty cool, and with any luck, I'll buy some boots for the winter, too.
They are Earth shoes, and the negative heel technology claims to correct your posture. Plus, it makes the shoes really dang comfy.
If you're into buying vegan, they make many versions for you, as well.
Stylish and Earth friendly. Who'd've thunk?
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Just beat it
I've been trying to track down a soundtrack to Y Tu Mama, Tambien, and as I was walking to the beat of a song that's been stuck in my head for weeks, another beat creeped into my ears.
Crisp. Clean. Loud and getting louder.
I turned the corner outside the Virgin Megastore at the Denver Pavilions and there sat a man, about 20, banging beat-up sticks on a collection of upside down buckets. It reminded me of the percussion show Stomp. I thought of the Buskerfest that showcases street performers, and I seem to miss it every year.
And there he sat, eyes closed, his rhythm turning the 16th Street Mall into a sea of bobbing heads on this warm summer night.
Crisp. Clean. Loud and getting louder.
I turned the corner outside the Virgin Megastore at the Denver Pavilions and there sat a man, about 20, banging beat-up sticks on a collection of upside down buckets. It reminded me of the percussion show Stomp. I thought of the Buskerfest that showcases street performers, and I seem to miss it every year.
And there he sat, eyes closed, his rhythm turning the 16th Street Mall into a sea of bobbing heads on this warm summer night.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Score!
The song I referred to in my last post is avalable on iTunes. Plus, the entire album is just plain silly.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Get this in your head
C. and I were listening to Sirius Alt Nation last week while working on the yard when I heard this song for the first time. I just stared at the radio with my jaw hanging loose...did I just hear that? Soon after, we were bouncing around the house singing this tune that we don't even know the words for.
To hear it for yourself, go to this page on CD Baby for the band Jesus H Christ and The Four Hornsmen Of The Apocalypse.
Then click on Track 1 (you'll see it down the left side of the page). My work here is done.
To hear it for yourself, go to this page on CD Baby for the band Jesus H Christ and The Four Hornsmen Of The Apocalypse.
Then click on Track 1 (you'll see it down the left side of the page). My work here is done.
Monday, July 03, 2006
The "real" news
A little reminiscence happened this evening while among my peers. We were passing along our favorite stories that appeared in The Onion, and it turns out the always-offensive publication is doing a little remembrance of its own.
Over the next two weeks, the Web site will offer up its top stories of each year, starting with 1996 today, ending a week from Friday with 2005. It will be worth your time to do a little surfing there.
Here, my friends, is a sampling of some of my favorite Onion stories in no particular order.
* Anything by Smoove B.
* Family Dog Suspected Cause Of Miniature Chuck-Wagon Disaster.
* National Funk Congress Deadlocked On Get Up/Get Down Issue.
* Area Woman Not Yelling At You, She's Just Saying.
* All Y'All Urged To Go Fuck Yo' Selves.
* Point-counterpoint: I am so starving.
* Hijackers Surprised To Find Selves In Hell.
Have an Onion favorite you want to share? Post the link in the comments section.
Over the next two weeks, the Web site will offer up its top stories of each year, starting with 1996 today, ending a week from Friday with 2005. It will be worth your time to do a little surfing there.
Here, my friends, is a sampling of some of my favorite Onion stories in no particular order.
* Anything by Smoove B.
* Family Dog Suspected Cause Of Miniature Chuck-Wagon Disaster.
* National Funk Congress Deadlocked On Get Up/Get Down Issue.
* Area Woman Not Yelling At You, She's Just Saying.
* All Y'All Urged To Go Fuck Yo' Selves.
* Point-counterpoint: I am so starving.
* Hijackers Surprised To Find Selves In Hell.
Have an Onion favorite you want to share? Post the link in the comments section.
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