Showing posts with label Ani DiFranco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ani DiFranco. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

Yep, That's About It, Right Now...


...after years of trying, got my mom to go to a yoga class, in her assisted living community, only to face the realization that, though showing up might be half the battle, it’s still not the same as actually participating...

...couple days earlier, back in Philly, a friend I sometimes see in yoga class was acting stranger than usual, commenting dreamily on the colors of everybody’s t-shirts as they walked in and rolled out their mats....I thought about making a joke, asking if he’d taken psychedelic drugs before class again....then, later, talking to him, realized it was probably a good thing I didn’t...

 Yeah, art may imitate life, but life imitates T.V....
Ani DiFranco

...the more beneficial meditation is likely to be, the less likely it is you're actually gonna wanna do it....the complete opposite is true of getting wasted....it’s in those times when it’ll be least beneficial, most thoroughly counterproductive, that it’s most enticing...
Ancient and Revered Yoga Cynic Sutra 108.19
 
...meanwhile, outside the studio, a movie was filming...Walnut Street going east to west instead of west to east, I noticed...and, somebody told me, the street signs had been changed, so Walnut Street’s not even Walnut Street...Philadelphia, perhaps, not even Philadelphia, anymore...fake gunshots and grenades going off all through our vinyasas...
 
...lately seems like there's nothing whatsoever to do and everything in the world to be done....this is where it all ends and begins....killing time before the apocalypse which is always right now...

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Confessions of St. Bicycle


The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
Iris Murdoch

Do it for the joy it brings...
Ani DiFranco

...lately the bike’s looking better and better as a primary mode of transportation...since, y’know, though boycotting, fining, and filing charges against British Petroleum are all well and good, it’s not like you’re gonna fill up your tank at the local sustainable free-trade organic gasoline co-op, instead...

...though, as a typical middle class resident of the Western world...green-conscious and countercultural or otherwise...and thereby responsible for a carbon footprint bigger than most third world villages...(even right now, typing this blog post onto my bright computer screen in a well lit room, Los Lobos blaring from i-pod speakers)...can’t say I feel all that comfortable posing on the eco-friendly high horse...or high bicycle...

...of course, there’s exercise...maintaining bodily health, keeping legs toned and muscular, belly somewhat under control...(some might say it'd be less an issue without the post-ride Ben & Jerry’s...but calories don’t count if you bike to the store)...

...then, if not for the yoga thing, my knees would likely have been blown out by now...and that’s not even mentioning detrimental effects of crouching over handlebars, gripping tightly (following, apparently, some atavistic instinct to bare teeth and brace for a fight in the final grueling miles of a ride)....(all in all, really, yoga’s highly complementary to biking, but the other way around, not so much)...(except that it’s exactly those deleterious aspects that helped lead me to yoga in the first place)...

...and, as written about here not long ago, biking, like walking, allows me to think more clearly, aiding in problem solving, helping to keep anxiety and depression at bay...spurring creativity, which, if I really feel like pushing the idea, leads to productivity, and thus, perhaps, to making some kind of contribution to culture and society at large...or something...

...and so, anyway, all kindsa people say good for you when they hear I get around mostly by bike...admiring my selfless forsaking of the gas guzzling comfort, speed, and convenience of internal combustion engines to propel myself where I need to go through grueling hard labor...concern for healthy body, mind, and ecology, apparently, trumping all else...

...and yet, I think, while whooshing along the Schuylkill river path on a bright morning, the lush green of Pennsylvania’s late spring reflected on the water, turtles sunning themselves on rocks, wind tickling whatever hair creeps out from under my helmet...whipping around curves, carefully dodging other bikes, pedestrians, and little families of geese...muscling up hills and floating back down, letting wind and gravity do the rest...faster than walking, but slow enough to absorb surroundings....would it be too hedonistic, amoral, and contrary to any decent work ethic to admit my primary motivation is still what it was when I was a kid cruising the neighborhood on my first three-speed...the sheer pleasure in it?...




*my latest at Elephant Journal, Tough Love*

Friday, January 30, 2009

Winter on the Brain, Pt. 1

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude
...
William “Billy” Shakespeare

...so, it was just about this time last year when I drove up to Kripalu in the Berkshires for a weekend yoga workshop...first one I’d ever been to...first time I’d been to Kripalu...about which it’s not said enough that the food is amazing...would be worth it to go just for that, really....anyway, I drove up to in the midst of a major wet snow/slush/freezing rain/ice storm....okay, here’s the painfully ironic part: I was rushing, going faster than I should have given the conditions so I could get to the afternoon yoga class....I make absolutely no claims to enlightenment at this time...or, certainly that time....so, anyway, crossing the Hudson, I went into major skid, managing to careen right into the opposing lane, moving at a steady pace toward the guard rail...at which point, I began actively engaging in negotiations in my head....amazing how much thinking you can do in second or so in a situation like that....basically, “okay, forget the damn car—I’m totally cool with it getting totally totaled....coming out of this not paralyzed from the neck down, on the other hand, would be a truly optimal outcome and..."...the car stopped. As it turned out, conveniently enough, I'd managed to slide over during a momentary lull in traffic on that side....so, mumbling shiiitttt under my breath, I made my way back onto the Eastbound lanes...and, driving at a far more sensible pace, managed to make it to Kripalu with time to spare before the afternoon yoga class...and, actually, if you're gonna show up somewhere completely wired and freaked out, that's an awfully good place for it...so, ummm...I guess I behaved stupidly and got away with it...not exactly the best yogic parable....

what doesn’t bend breaks....
Ani DiFranco

It did get me thinking, though, about one of the great unspeakably unjust truths of modern times, which is that in a collision between a car with a drunk driver and a car with a sober driver, the drunk driver is less likely to be injured. This is because, when drunk, the body is less likely to tense up, and therefore softer and less likely to break. So...I wonder if the same goes for if you get in an accident after doing yoga...breathing more slowly, body and mind more relaxed, less tense and softer in general....not that this is something I’m gonna wanna test, myself....

Friday, October 24, 2008

Rachel Getting Married (Kind of a Movie Review #5)


Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Leo Tolstoy

I know I can’t be the only whatever I am in the room....
Ani DiFranco

...went to see this movie last night called Rachel Getting Married, in which Anne Hathaway comes out of rehab and in to the heaving bosom of her painfully fractured family for a wedding....really captured the dynamics of dysfunction...the deep, festering wounds that only those within the circle can see...the ways something that might seem so harmless to any onlooker can explode so suddenly...as well as, even in its brightest moments, the excruciating awkwardness of always being the most fucked up person in the room, even in the midst of such of a family...or at least to feel that way...even in a wedding hip enough for the groom to start singing Neil Young songs in the midst of self-written vows...to feel like nobody else there is or ever was or ever could be so out of place...to simply wanna, needta get out...

Another time or place, another civilization
would really make this life feel so complete....
Neil Young

O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!
Miranda (The Tempest, Shakespeare)

...apparently, the movie was originally supposed to be called Dancing With Shiva...after the figure in Hindu mythology who, according to yoga teachers I've known, dances in fire without being burned....this morning was in yoga class, where, like in every really good yoga class, I found myself going into surprising new areas of this place where I’ve been so long but have never, as long as I can remember, ever felt very comfortable...that I’ve never really gotten to know in 42 years...and that’s the real issue, isn’t it? That, often, the only place we really need to go is in....