Fewer words strike more terror into the hearts of aspiring yogis than when the teacher casually tosses out the term "yogi's choice". What it essentially means is that you could choose to stay on in a wimpy form of the pose while the rest of the class and the teacher go into the more exotic variation - that just might have given you an infinitely more effective muscle stretch had you been able to do it. The harder you try and reach that variation, the more likely you are to wobble out of balance and end up with no pose at all. At which point you "honour your practice", which is actually just code for accepting that you totally missed the yoga elixir that was dangled before you minutes back.
Yoga totally whipped all of our hands and hearts yesterday... well, all EXCEPT
(e:Paul) who was probably born with a strong dose of yogi's-choice-power-goo in his silver-yogi-spoon. I meant to complete this entry after class but I was so washed out after practice that I fell asleep at my "desk" and pretty much crawled into bed 3 metres away.
(e:Paul), on the other hand has been logged in the entire time and quite possibly coding in a frenzy. That's what happens when you outshine the entire class in just about every outlandish balance-act yoga-pose that is thrown your way. And there were tons that I can't even find the names for.
For instance, the L-pose at the wall above with a "yogi's choice" extreme T-variation where you raise one of your legs up in the air till it's perfectly perpendicular to your other leg and parallel to your arms. While the rest of the class wobbled with asymmetry across the studio,
(e:Paul) literally flew through several of the poses AND he did the T-variation on both sides.
Wait. There is more. Later after class, while I bemoaned the lack of moonwalk fluidity, he totally denied knowing how to moonwalk WHILE his legs were moonwalking the hell out of the yoga studio floor. If all this doesn't silently scream "Clark Kent!!" to you... well, then it's time to go and see the movies or you could come to yoga.
Your Yogi's choice.
No, because you see, linux geeks need to do it the hard way and hope to build everyone else's character in the process. But I am all overbuilt on character so I really can't agree with their dodgy logic at all. As a result, I am going to be posting every single thing that I learn about linux here for everyone to see - IN PLAIN VIEW and eminently google-able.
This is for you, (e:libertad): :::link::: :-)
Don't Look Now is such a strange movie. It reminds me of the work of David Lynch.
I went to my first spinning class yesterday. It was really fun and challenging at the same time. My entire shirt and some of my shorts were completely soaked through with sweat. If I keep going at least once a week, the rest of my gut should be gone in no time.
I was so tired afterwards I couldn't finish watching "Don't Look Now" with Donald Sutherland. It was funny seeing him when he was younger and in such a grafic sex scene as I know him mostly from the series Commander in Chief. In the series he is an old nasty politician and not someone you want to watch having sex. In the movie the sex scene was nearly pornographic. He was obviously younger and better looking but it was still disturbing considering the facial features are still the same.
I misuse commas and hyphens so much. I really need to revisit the comma and hyphen grammar rules.
You have class, Wednesday evenings as well? That's a really nasty schedule. Yesterday was a lot of fun. I finally stumbled upon the realization that taller people can do yoga much more effectively than pygmies. The tallest person I know ((e:KeithT)) was like the epitome of yoga grace.
I'm *so* jealous that everyone's going to yoga and I'm not! *stomp stomp* Why does my life have to be so effin complicated? bah. [86 days]