Google searches for paleo muffins brought more people to my blog than ashtanga. Ashtanga tied with dolly parton -- I may never be a smart internet marketer, but I couldn't be more tickled (and wouldn't have it any other way!)

Dreamed that there was a Full House spinoff called "Becky" that followed the cast into a Brothers & Sisters-esque drama. It was good.

Bitched for no good reason. Good sleep, off to practice!

I haven't had caffeine In hours... Why can't I sleep? Gotta be up at 3:15, grr

Lazy morning, now off to find a bit of food and a bit of fun.

I love that adult friends in India hold hands. It makes me want to be more touchy-feely. (it also makes me really miss holding hands with Roike).

First day practicing second: was taken to my ankles in dropbacks (backbends) -- never have I ever. Said aloud "ohmygod." Sharath laaaaughed and said "No fear, no fun."

Sorry, Washingtonians: I'm not unhappy at missing a season of American politics.

tummy a'rumblin/popped a cipro lick'ty split/happy pracitce now-- This Haiku is dedicated to Pamela Xing and Lauren Twohig.

Survived led primary with Delhi Belly. Talk about humbling-- I felt like a human level.

Sanskirt then dinner. I should not have made that banana smoothie-- I'm full-- hopefully that changes in 3 hours 😉

Patterns of practice: I now like doing Led in the changing room.No pushing, no quiet violence. Huh.

I'm Okay-- Michael Joel Hall's News and Updates

4 Surprises Today: 1) The Internet worked this morning, soI got to have a real skype date with the hubs. 2) My clothes were wet, so I practiced in long pants sans shirt (after a conversation in which I pronounced that I may never go topless). 3) Sharath moved me on to Pashasana (helllllllllllo, second series!) 4) I ran into Clare on the street right after practice 🙂 It's not even noon!

A ton of fantastic assists in practice, a wonderful birthday party, and a thoroughly exhausting sanskirt . I'd call that a full day. #mysore

This is the first time I'm using Mid City Yoga's new comments section. I hope it a) works an b) is useful. http://midcityyoga.com/?p=630#comment-11617

Such a delicious, decadent practice. Making every movement (and flub) part of the beauty of creation, yet not rushing to the end. A freedom that one pointed focus can bring, and grace that should probably be there regardless *yum* #mysore

As many of you know, I abhor groupons... But a weekend at the Satchitananda Ashram from 1/2 off would likely do both you & the ashram a favor. I know I'd like to go for a weekend. May, anyone? bit.ly/ywRCSQ

Ahhhh! So this explains the extended celebration: It's Shankranti-- the Harvest festival celebrated all over India, though its named differently from state to state. Ganesh calls it 'thanksgiving' to mother earth.

Sunbathing.

Sometimes, you practice in the bathroom of the changing room and accept that as your penance.

7 hours of work, and do you know what my phone didn't save? Fucking Shala time. 10 minutes early was 5 minutes late. I can't win 🙁

I woke up at 3 without my alarm, in the midst of a dream in which I was giving Heather Locklear a career pep-talk.

Jesus, the pollution. I haven't thought I might need my inhaler in (I swear to Vishnu) years. YEARS. Anyway, we'll do that again on Tuesday.

I've spent the past 7 hours debugging the fuckery that iTunes Match inflicted upon my iPhone. Finally fixed, and better than before. Going to the cricket field to do wind sprints-- a little bit of HIIT does the body good (plus maybe I'll pass out at 8, so I can be up and well-rested for Sunday Led at 4:30am).

Led Primary, chanting, Sanskrit, philosophy, and two trips to the Ramakrishna ashram. Today was busy, but had a keen reminder to count my blessings: I saw a funeral procession today. It consisted of a flower adorned handmade chair, the deceased strapped in, carried and paraded to the crematorium. Tambourines and gongs, laughter and tears.

I'm super grateful for the help of my friends. Thank you so much Marky for being there for me in a pinch. I get to share pictures on my blog now because of Your Savvy. *hugs*

<3 A bit from KK about that NYT piece. My response hides in its comments.

I am super intimidated by my Sanskrit class. Holy. Cow.

Two things: 1.) I do not smell like America. 2.) This farmers tan is outta hand. ... I will be fixing both promptly.