A little revenge and this too shall pass,
This too shall pass...
Bruce Springsteen
Shanti shanti shanti
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Monday, May 2, 2011
Waves...
A little revenge and this too shall pass,
This too shall pass...
Bruce Springsteen
Shanti shanti shanti
Saturday, September 11, 2010
How You React...(for another Sept 11)
...this blog's been slackin' lately...as its few remaining readers may have noticed...and don't expect this little bit of self-referentiality to be any significant improvement...
...been regretfully neglecting my blog friends, as well...not to mention staying cheerfully irrelevant in the midst of ongoing word-wars over yoga advertising...(though, if any of you yoga advertisers out there might be interested in some nude pictures of me...I can be bought)...(like, seriously...anybody interested?)...
...ahem...
...ahem...
...nonetheless, thought I'd share a link to an edited version of a post from a year ago today, in memory of events nine years ago, at Elephant Journal...and relevant now as then: How You React...(for Sept. 11) ...
shanti shanti shanti
Monday, November 24, 2008
Every Lonely Kid Needs a Vampire Girlfriend: Kind of a Movie Review #6
So...went to see this Swedish flick called Let the Right One In...one of those touching movies about adolescent puppy love...which I usually can’t stand...with an incredibly sweet, moving, romantic ending...or, I guess, a horribly demented one, depending on how adolescence rings in your memory....I thought it was wonderful...heh-heh heh-heh...which is no doubt another reason I need to do more yoga....shanti shanti shanti......
Should I admit that this whole post is nothing but an excuse to use its title, which I came up with on my way out of the movie theatre and thought was really cool? (Stop giving me that confused look—go see the damned movie and all will be clear). Probably not. Nonetheless, in an attempt to further justify the existence of this shoddy little congregation of nouns and verbs: some shout-outs—that’s right, Yoga for Cynics is now cool enough to use cutting edge hip-hop lingo like shout-outs!....Huh? That’s not cutting edge anymore? Bummer (yeah, I know, that hasn’t been cutting edge since around the time I was born...at which time it referred to the at-that-time-very-cutting-edge experience known as a bad acid experience...but that’s neither here nor there). Anyway: props (that one’s not cool anymore, either, is it?) to my blog friends Roadgurl and her mellow, leafy blog and Bird and her very own blog-equivalent-of-an-aviary for awards sent my way...acknowledged now before they read this sorry post and decide to take them back....
Should I admit that this whole post is nothing but an excuse to use its title, which I came up with on my way out of the movie theatre and thought was really cool? (Stop giving me that confused look—go see the damned movie and all will be clear). Probably not. Nonetheless, in an attempt to further justify the existence of this shoddy little congregation of nouns and verbs: some shout-outs—that’s right, Yoga for Cynics is now cool enough to use cutting edge hip-hop lingo like shout-outs!....Huh? That’s not cutting edge anymore? Bummer (yeah, I know, that hasn’t been cutting edge since around the time I was born...at which time it referred to the at-that-time-very-cutting-edge experience known as a bad acid experience...but that’s neither here nor there). Anyway: props (that one’s not cool anymore, either, is it?) to my blog friends Roadgurl and her mellow, leafy blog and Bird and her very own blog-equivalent-of-an-aviary for awards sent my way...acknowledged now before they read this sorry post and decide to take them back....
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