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2003
I'll be leaving Jersey for Virginia tonight. My cousin Krista and I are headed down to either my folks' or to my townhouse for the night, and then tomorrow we'll be doing another drive around the state to get me situated back at my folks' before the new year hits.
Moving is such an enormous hassle at times, but its going to be so much fun with Krista in tow. We're gonna probably play like its New Years Eve from now until we pick up Ms. Mara at the Airport.
Mara, my supertwin, is in fact coming to VA for the New Years. How muthafawkin cool is that? She read the live journal before we could talk it out and had already made her plans. I'm gonna give that a big ol' "yay-yay."
So Mara is to arrive, and the whole crew is coming south... now its just a matter of confirming with Kelly that our plans are still on. I've got a little anxiety that something might happeen and Bossa might not be available or that its gonna be too many people or something... but those are just the little anxiousnesses of a host. I'm positively stoked.
In other flame-related news, I small child said to his father "look daddy, he's a fairy!" as he pointed at me yesterday night. I was wearing fairy wings that Ristika (krista) bought for me at Hershey Park in PA, and she was wearing a blinking red nose... no, we're not attention whores or anything.
We made the trip to PA to stay the night with Aunt Terri and Charese, since it was Charese's birthday yesterday. Her boyfriend Tim took her out to dinner and then to Hershey Park's Candy Lane, and we all met them there.
It was the closest I've been to Harrisburg since Trev and I broke up, and I did really well. I didn't kirk out or anything.
So, there is still packing to do to get Ristika ready for a week or so in DC, and I get to help. This should consist of three outfits for each day she's there just to accomidate her indecisiveness. Like I'm any better 😛
Moving is such an enormous hassle at times, but its going to be so much fun with Krista in tow. We're gonna probably play like its New Years Eve from now until we pick up Ms. Mara at the Airport.
Mara, my supertwin, is in fact coming to VA for the New Years. How muthafawkin cool is that? She read the live journal before we could talk it out and had already made her plans. I'm gonna give that a big ol' "yay-yay."
So Mara is to arrive, and the whole crew is coming south... now its just a matter of confirming with Kelly that our plans are still on. I've got a little anxiety that something might happeen and Bossa might not be available or that its gonna be too many people or something... but those are just the little anxiousnesses of a host. I'm positively stoked.
In other flame-related news, I small child said to his father "look daddy, he's a fairy!" as he pointed at me yesterday night. I was wearing fairy wings that Ristika (krista) bought for me at Hershey Park in PA, and she was wearing a blinking red nose... no, we're not attention whores or anything.
We made the trip to PA to stay the night with Aunt Terri and Charese, since it was Charese's birthday yesterday. Her boyfriend Tim took her out to dinner and then to Hershey Park's Candy Lane, and we all met them there.
It was the closest I've been to Harrisburg since Trev and I broke up, and I did really well. I didn't kirk out or anything.
So, there is still packing to do to get Ristika ready for a week or so in DC, and I get to help. This should consist of three outfits for each day she's there just to accomidate her indecisiveness. Like I'm any better 😛
2004
Today I moved out of the Dirty House for good. Mara and Krista left at around 3:45am to get Mara to the airport, and I decided against tagging along. It would have been silly for Ristika to come all the way back to my house from balitmore to drop me off and then diddy bop back up past balitmore again on her way home to Jersey... it would have been silly just so I could say goodbye at the same time.
I'm a mushy boy insofar as that I cried when my ladies left. Not bawling or anything, but definatly streams down the cheeks. How big of a geek am I? I couldn't help it, I had such an amazing time this week.
Krista and I came down to the Dirty House, then proceeded down to my folks for a financial pick-me-up as well as to retrieve my car. Of course my car didn't bother to start when we got there (dead battery), so we just hopped in the Krista Mobile and returned back up the Fairfax. I reckon its a good thing we took her car anyway, 'cause its so much easier to parallel park than my Big. Red. Boat.
On our first night out in the city, Krista and I went to Cosi (you'll see that as a developing pattern) for dinner and to celebrate the arrival of my bag of Holiday Greens. We ran into my friend Nuvia, and she was on the prowl for Santa's Good Stuff, too, so we drove around until she saw a dealer on the corner that she knew. Krista and she bonded over the pains of ugly puerto ricans, and we all rolled a festive blunt and walked through Dupont smoking. I couldn't have felt more Gang-Star.
On Christmas Eve Eve I called my friend Markie and we went to his place to hang out. He lives up by the convention center, on 10th and M, and so we ended up taking our Chariot (the G2 Bus) into Dupont after we pregamed with an entire bottle of our friend Jim Bean. Lawdy. Needless to say, the bus ride was particularly drunktastic, as was running into Mark's ex Brandon, who I had met previously. I had actually met Brandon on my own and realized his relationship to Markie via the powers of the Triumvarate. Poor ol' Brandon didn't realize that we have some sort of freak ability to triangulate people on the greater eastern seaboard... he couldn't have known that his exboyfriend's best friend is a SuperTwin.
Anyway, we decide that we're going to go to Cobalt after we find out that Apex is closed for the night (who closes on Tuesday? Ew), and we proceed to get in the middle of the herd. A drunk Maneuver was going to have to be performed to get Ristika, myself, and Markie into the venue... but at the last minute the maneuver had to be aborted as one of us got caught. Defeated, we headed for Cosi....
As luck would have it, Mark noticed a door slightly ajar. Printed on a small sheet of paper taped to the door is "Employee Entrance Only", and we realize its to Cobalt. Without much hesitation or delibaration, we're sneaking in the door and shimmying up the fire escape. As we arrive at the final door into our RetroNight, Mark tells us the game plan: sprint to the center of the club as fast as you can. Stay in the crowd. We may as well have synchronized our watches.
Oh yes, we danced to Step By Step and "The Last Song." No need to even question whether we got in or not! Speaking of synchronizing, I got to synchronize my hips with a cute boy's on the dancefloor... I'll never know his name, but doesn't that just make it better? I was on my way to the bar with Krista and Markie, and the boy pulls me over to him, allowing my cabal to venture further forward. About 20 feet ahead now, Markie looks back and stops Krista... "We've lost one."
It didn't last long. The sheer combined force of the three of us that night was probably too much for most mortal men to stand, 'cause Markie and I shortly discarded him back into the pile of boys.
On our way out, however, Krista broke the heel on her leather boots, and proceeded to throw 'em into the Trash and walk 10 blocks back to Mark's in her bare feet. Atta-Girl! I was soooo proud of my gurl! Anyone FRC enuff to throw their Leather Boots out and highstep their ass golden style through dupont gets props. We earned our Denny's Breakfast at 5am.
The next day Krista and I are preparing to get my Supertwin, Mara, from the airport when we notice that the car is overheating. We had to make the executive decesion to have her come in via the train to Union Station, as we returned home to take my cousin Tabby (tabitha called Tuhbabitha much to her chagrin) vehicle into the city.
Tuhbabitha and Charese came down for new years, and I could talk about it at length, but there is no need to. Tabby was ragging and bleeding through and bein' ultra-snotty. Charese is just so young. Bleh. I can't fuss too much, cause Tabby let us take her car into the city to wait for Mara, who, the poor thing, had a delayed flight as well as less than perfect flight companions.
I want so badly to go into stories or yarns and talk about Mara, but I don't really know how-- she's my supertwin, so knowing my reaction means you prolly know her reaction. Something you Replace that begins with an "H"? What would you put down? In the last game of scattergories we played, we both had "Helium Tank." Thats the best way I can put it. I love her with all my heart.
So, that said, we shopped around at Union Station for a while for her, but then grew tired of the wait and bopped over to Le Cosi to grab a sandwhich. I grabbed one for Miss Mara, too... I had to. I'm a fatty... I know the only thing that fixes these sorts of delays is food, so I had to get her one, I just had to. But I was left with a condumdrum: what the hell type of sandwhich does mara prefer? The only thing worse thing worse than me not bringing a sandwhich would be me bringing a yucky sandwhich. I had to get it right.
Turkey. Its gotta be turkey. You can't go wrong with turkey and cheddar. Who doesn't like turkey and cheddar? To not like it would simply be UnAmerican.
I think she liked it =)
Anyway, New Years was spent in Silver Spring at one of my friend Jackie's friends house... I didn't really know 'em at all, but by the end of the night, we were the definition of "the life of the party." They practically took notes and fought over who got to tell the story of our family. Huge house, Jewish Dentist Dad. Nuff Said.
So, Crababitha bitched at the party. She bitched in teh city. If bitches were hammers, she'd have had a folk hit. She and Charese disappeared from whence they came the day after they came down.. really, it was less than a 24 hour visit.
Clearly I'm upset. Clearly.
So broken up that we actually made it out *again*, and we went to two different college night events, one at Platinum, the other at Apex (Gaypex). At Platinum I saw a cute boy talking to Mara, and apparently the conversation started as such:
Dude: Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Mara: No, I don't really dance like this! I'm just having fun!
Dude: Thats not what I wanted to ask you.
It turns out he was asking about me =) The only fags in the place found the other one. They wouldn't come up and dance, though, they said it was better to admire from afar. "admire"
Whatever.
I love dancing with my cousins. It makes me so happy. They're goofball chowderheads and I love it. Love Love Love it. I am so blessed that I get to share blood with my best friends... you can't choose family, but I wouldn't choose anyone else.
Anyway, the next few days were spent bonding... we made it to the hirshorn (the hub of all things is awesome), to the cosi, and around scott circle and dupot circle countless times. We ate at the GhettoStarChineseWok... In fact, we ate just about everywhere. Cause we ate a lot. A lot a lot. Mara made alfredo. Brownies. Krista made Jello. We made 10 mile long trips for ice cream. In fact, though we failed at our attempts to get ice cream a couple of times, we really did make like 3 efforts for 3 different varieties. Gosh we ate.
But, eventually it had to be done....and my girls left today.
I don't even wanna talk about it, 'cause then I'll start missin' them again. I also don't want to talk anymore about the food we ate, 'cause then I'll be haungry again.
Mm...haungry...
Oh! About the move: I left sooo much shit behind at the Dirty House... my poor fuckin slumlords. If they didn't suck so badly, I sure would be upset about leaving them with all that junk 😉
I'm a mushy boy insofar as that I cried when my ladies left. Not bawling or anything, but definatly streams down the cheeks. How big of a geek am I? I couldn't help it, I had such an amazing time this week.
Krista and I came down to the Dirty House, then proceeded down to my folks for a financial pick-me-up as well as to retrieve my car. Of course my car didn't bother to start when we got there (dead battery), so we just hopped in the Krista Mobile and returned back up the Fairfax. I reckon its a good thing we took her car anyway, 'cause its so much easier to parallel park than my Big. Red. Boat.
On our first night out in the city, Krista and I went to Cosi (you'll see that as a developing pattern) for dinner and to celebrate the arrival of my bag of Holiday Greens. We ran into my friend Nuvia, and she was on the prowl for Santa's Good Stuff, too, so we drove around until she saw a dealer on the corner that she knew. Krista and she bonded over the pains of ugly puerto ricans, and we all rolled a festive blunt and walked through Dupont smoking. I couldn't have felt more Gang-Star.
On Christmas Eve Eve I called my friend Markie and we went to his place to hang out. He lives up by the convention center, on 10th and M, and so we ended up taking our Chariot (the G2 Bus) into Dupont after we pregamed with an entire bottle of our friend Jim Bean. Lawdy. Needless to say, the bus ride was particularly drunktastic, as was running into Mark's ex Brandon, who I had met previously. I had actually met Brandon on my own and realized his relationship to Markie via the powers of the Triumvarate. Poor ol' Brandon didn't realize that we have some sort of freak ability to triangulate people on the greater eastern seaboard... he couldn't have known that his exboyfriend's best friend is a SuperTwin.
Anyway, we decide that we're going to go to Cobalt after we find out that Apex is closed for the night (who closes on Tuesday? Ew), and we proceed to get in the middle of the herd. A drunk Maneuver was going to have to be performed to get Ristika, myself, and Markie into the venue... but at the last minute the maneuver had to be aborted as one of us got caught. Defeated, we headed for Cosi....
As luck would have it, Mark noticed a door slightly ajar. Printed on a small sheet of paper taped to the door is "Employee Entrance Only", and we realize its to Cobalt. Without much hesitation or delibaration, we're sneaking in the door and shimmying up the fire escape. As we arrive at the final door into our RetroNight, Mark tells us the game plan: sprint to the center of the club as fast as you can. Stay in the crowd. We may as well have synchronized our watches.
Oh yes, we danced to Step By Step and "The Last Song." No need to even question whether we got in or not! Speaking of synchronizing, I got to synchronize my hips with a cute boy's on the dancefloor... I'll never know his name, but doesn't that just make it better? I was on my way to the bar with Krista and Markie, and the boy pulls me over to him, allowing my cabal to venture further forward. About 20 feet ahead now, Markie looks back and stops Krista... "We've lost one."
It didn't last long. The sheer combined force of the three of us that night was probably too much for most mortal men to stand, 'cause Markie and I shortly discarded him back into the pile of boys.
On our way out, however, Krista broke the heel on her leather boots, and proceeded to throw 'em into the Trash and walk 10 blocks back to Mark's in her bare feet. Atta-Girl! I was soooo proud of my gurl! Anyone FRC enuff to throw their Leather Boots out and highstep their ass golden style through dupont gets props. We earned our Denny's Breakfast at 5am.
The next day Krista and I are preparing to get my Supertwin, Mara, from the airport when we notice that the car is overheating. We had to make the executive decesion to have her come in via the train to Union Station, as we returned home to take my cousin Tabby (tabitha called Tuhbabitha much to her chagrin) vehicle into the city.
Tuhbabitha and Charese came down for new years, and I could talk about it at length, but there is no need to. Tabby was ragging and bleeding through and bein' ultra-snotty. Charese is just so young. Bleh. I can't fuss too much, cause Tabby let us take her car into the city to wait for Mara, who, the poor thing, had a delayed flight as well as less than perfect flight companions.
I want so badly to go into stories or yarns and talk about Mara, but I don't really know how-- she's my supertwin, so knowing my reaction means you prolly know her reaction. Something you Replace that begins with an "H"? What would you put down? In the last game of scattergories we played, we both had "Helium Tank." Thats the best way I can put it. I love her with all my heart.
So, that said, we shopped around at Union Station for a while for her, but then grew tired of the wait and bopped over to Le Cosi to grab a sandwhich. I grabbed one for Miss Mara, too... I had to. I'm a fatty... I know the only thing that fixes these sorts of delays is food, so I had to get her one, I just had to. But I was left with a condumdrum: what the hell type of sandwhich does mara prefer? The only thing worse thing worse than me not bringing a sandwhich would be me bringing a yucky sandwhich. I had to get it right.
Turkey. Its gotta be turkey. You can't go wrong with turkey and cheddar. Who doesn't like turkey and cheddar? To not like it would simply be UnAmerican.
I think she liked it =)
Anyway, New Years was spent in Silver Spring at one of my friend Jackie's friends house... I didn't really know 'em at all, but by the end of the night, we were the definition of "the life of the party." They practically took notes and fought over who got to tell the story of our family. Huge house, Jewish Dentist Dad. Nuff Said.
So, Crababitha bitched at the party. She bitched in teh city. If bitches were hammers, she'd have had a folk hit. She and Charese disappeared from whence they came the day after they came down.. really, it was less than a 24 hour visit.
Clearly I'm upset. Clearly.
So broken up that we actually made it out *again*, and we went to two different college night events, one at Platinum, the other at Apex (Gaypex). At Platinum I saw a cute boy talking to Mara, and apparently the conversation started as such:
Dude: Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Mara: No, I don't really dance like this! I'm just having fun!
Dude: Thats not what I wanted to ask you.
It turns out he was asking about me =) The only fags in the place found the other one. They wouldn't come up and dance, though, they said it was better to admire from afar. "admire"
Whatever.
I love dancing with my cousins. It makes me so happy. They're goofball chowderheads and I love it. Love Love Love it. I am so blessed that I get to share blood with my best friends... you can't choose family, but I wouldn't choose anyone else.
Anyway, the next few days were spent bonding... we made it to the hirshorn (the hub of all things is awesome), to the cosi, and around scott circle and dupot circle countless times. We ate at the GhettoStarChineseWok... In fact, we ate just about everywhere. Cause we ate a lot. A lot a lot. Mara made alfredo. Brownies. Krista made Jello. We made 10 mile long trips for ice cream. In fact, though we failed at our attempts to get ice cream a couple of times, we really did make like 3 efforts for 3 different varieties. Gosh we ate.
But, eventually it had to be done....and my girls left today.
I don't even wanna talk about it, 'cause then I'll start missin' them again. I also don't want to talk anymore about the food we ate, 'cause then I'll be haungry again.
Mm...haungry...
Oh! About the move: I left sooo much shit behind at the Dirty House... my poor fuckin slumlords. If they didn't suck so badly, I sure would be upset about leaving them with all that junk 😉
I spent Christmas Break rediscovering unconditional love; the soundtrack was a very broad selection of Alanis Morrisette, Jason Mraz, Sex and Ego, Eminem, and others. I really got to listen to Jason Mraz while Krista and I were together, and again with the arrival of Mara.
Hehehe, it was actually the background for our hunt to find a parking spot on Indepence... before we put on "Bully." A far better track to be aggressive to. "faggot ja, hahaha"
Anywho, Krista has a version of "Waiting for My Rocket to Come," Jason Mraz's debut album, that contains a very different "You and I Both." I've yet to buy the album myself, I think I'm going to have to do that today, so I don't know for sure that the album even contains her version, but either way, the radio play is different on that track.
So, that long as blurb aside, the song is distinctly sadder and carries a resonating note of meloncholy through out that I just don't feel on the radio edit. Jason's inflections and modulations can make the song a tough listen... it's beautiful, and I'm filled with different emotions everytime. Its not always good to get choked up while driving.
The last time I was with Jarret the song came on the radio. Again, it was the peppier, happier, more-remedy-er version I felt compelled to share with him the fact that I like the album version better, and to explain to him why. It's in his buddy profile now:
"And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of and if you could see me now
Well that I’m almost finally out of
I’m finally out of
Finally-dee-deedle le dee dee
Well I’m almost finally, finally
Well I am free, Oh, I'm free
And it's okay if you had to go away
Oh, just remember the telephone well their workin it both ways
But if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang"
Is he aware completely of how I feel now? I don't know for sure, which makes me feel like I have to have a heart-2-heart. Perhaps now I know what it feels like to be on the other side. It reminds me of "Jolene," it can be either pathetic and sad, or empowering, depending on who's vantage you take, Jolene's or the Singer's.
Harumph.
Something funny: "...Rivals Neil Finn in his ability to invoke the spirit of Paul McCartney." -- Amazon.com's Review
Don't you have to be dead to have your spirit invoked? If not, wouldn't it hurt to have your spirit go on vacation? Is that what Day 7 feels like?
Hehehe, it was actually the background for our hunt to find a parking spot on Indepence... before we put on "Bully." A far better track to be aggressive to. "faggot ja, hahaha"
Anywho, Krista has a version of "Waiting for My Rocket to Come," Jason Mraz's debut album, that contains a very different "You and I Both." I've yet to buy the album myself, I think I'm going to have to do that today, so I don't know for sure that the album even contains her version, but either way, the radio play is different on that track.
So, that long as blurb aside, the song is distinctly sadder and carries a resonating note of meloncholy through out that I just don't feel on the radio edit. Jason's inflections and modulations can make the song a tough listen... it's beautiful, and I'm filled with different emotions everytime. Its not always good to get choked up while driving.
The last time I was with Jarret the song came on the radio. Again, it was the peppier, happier, more-remedy-er version I felt compelled to share with him the fact that I like the album version better, and to explain to him why. It's in his buddy profile now:
"And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of and if you could see me now
Well that I’m almost finally out of
I’m finally out of
Finally-dee-deedle le dee dee
Well I’m almost finally, finally
Well I am free, Oh, I'm free
And it's okay if you had to go away
Oh, just remember the telephone well their workin it both ways
But if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang"
Is he aware completely of how I feel now? I don't know for sure, which makes me feel like I have to have a heart-2-heart. Perhaps now I know what it feels like to be on the other side. It reminds me of "Jolene," it can be either pathetic and sad, or empowering, depending on who's vantage you take, Jolene's or the Singer's.
Harumph.
Something funny: "...Rivals Neil Finn in his ability to invoke the spirit of Paul McCartney." -- Amazon.com's Review
Don't you have to be dead to have your spirit invoked? If not, wouldn't it hurt to have your spirit go on vacation? Is that what Day 7 feels like?
Finally!
I've picked a location for the new country I'm planning. I have always planned on taking over a small 3rd world nation and renaming it the People's Republic of Mike... That way, when you're going on vacation and people ask where you're going, you can be like "PROM."
Yeah, and of course I'd be in charge, and I'd be called "Mike the Great," just like I am here. Yeah.
Anyway, it'll be a holy ground for fatties everywhere.
Behold, P.R.O.M.
I've picked a location for the new country I'm planning. I have always planned on taking over a small 3rd world nation and renaming it the People's Republic of Mike... That way, when you're going on vacation and people ask where you're going, you can be like "PROM."
Yeah, and of course I'd be in charge, and I'd be called "Mike the Great," just like I am here. Yeah.
Anyway, it'll be a holy ground for fatties everywhere.
Behold, P.R.O.M.
We enter in the midst of house warming party held for John and Liz (dating); more correctly, we enter in the midst of a conversation being held by John and Phil (college best friends, now 26) conversing on the matter of why Phil has left his amazing job. Phil responds, only half flippantly, "I left, because I plan to Save the World."
4.18
"And how do you propose to do it?"
"Well, Lungless labs; thats for a start.
We'll picket it, disrupt it, sue it--"
"Phil, Lungless LAbs won't give a fart.
They'll slam you straight into the slammer
Where you can practice Russian grammar
Until... (By ones and twos a knot
Grows round the disputatious spot)...
Sense penetrates your soft ingenious
Cerebrum." "John, you've missed the point,"
Says Phil: "The world is out of joint;
And such acts, though they may seem tenuous
To you, give heart to us; whats more,
Bring new peace fodder to our door."
4.19
Speech strained and clarified by passion
--His S's remain S's still--
In unantagonistic fashion,
Eschewing escalation, Phil
Resumes: "John, take a look around us.
Imagine that the first bombs found us
Just as we are-- as here we stand
A glass of liquor in our hand.
There by the door is Van Gough's painting
Of Sunflowers. Here are all our friends.
And suddenly, our small world ends,
And our vile dust is swept up, tainting
The hills, the vineyards, and the seas
With irredemdiable disease.
4.20
"So tell me, how much will it please us
That mankind with its crazy ways
--Bach, Rembrandt, Socrates, and Jesus--
Will burn to ash and swivelizing haze?
Will it console us to be knowing
In the swift instant of our going
That Red Square, like our children's creche,
Will soon be charred or ulcerous flesh?
And then, when the soft radiation
Descends on what's not been destroyed
--Trees, whales, birds, wolves-- the birthless void--
Think how the crown of earth's creation
Will murder what which gave him birth,
Ripping out the slow womb of earth.
4.21
Is it just 'we' who feel this terror?
Do you think 'they' can't understand
What will come down through aim or error
Upon their great and fragile land?
We must stop--...(Caught by sudden sadness
He fumbles)...-if we can- this madness,
We common people of goodwill..."
A young man stands and stares as Phil
Says, "...Fallout can't tell Omsk from Reno..."
He stands there wordless, half in love,
Drinking Phil's speech, the image of
El Greco's Felix Paravicino:
The same pale, slender, passionate face,
Stregth and intensity and grace.
4.22
It's Ed. Now Liz has introduced him
(At his request). Ed, rarely short
Of words, finds Philip's have reduced him
To numbness. On the tennis court
Or with his advertising rabble
Ed spouts forth a distracting babble
Of witty entertaining trash
Till his companions long to smash
Their rackets on his simmering cranium
Or seal his lips with editing tape;
But two sure passwords for escape
Have been discovered: One's Uranium,
The other, God. All talk of these
Causes Ed's babbling brooke to freeze.
4.23
Now host and hostess, drawn by duty,
Have vanished, but-- to stay with Ed--
At twenty-three, though quite astute, he
Seems easily dispirited;
Although his energy's appealing,
It serves the function of concealing
Rifts of anxiety so deep
Some nights he finds it hard to sleep.
(Liz thinks this trait comes from their mother.)
Both Sue and Liz adore Ed: he's
Warmhearted, fun, and quick to pleace;
But neither understand their brother
When his designs and words are skewed
By what they term his godly mood.
4.24
Phil looks at Ed: intese, athletic,
Silent-- the sort of man whom he's
Uneasy with. But Ed's ascetic
Tension betrays his own unease;
And by now Phiil's free-floating status
(Bouyed by spiritiuous afflatus)
Projects goodwill on all mankind--
And so, in half an hour, we find the pair engaged in conversation,
Which now that he's gained his cool
And half slipped back to playing the fool,
Revolved round Ed's prolonged narration
Of how he happened to procure
A green iguana from the store.
[Phil and Ed continue a fun, light conversation before being interrupted by Jan. Jan, a college friend of Phil's ex-wife is not pleased with an off-handed comment about woman meant only in jest. Phil options to leave, and Ed offers him a place to crash in town so he doesn't have to drive home drunk. They arrive at Ed's.]
4.31
Phil looks around at Ed's housekeeping.
Ed yawns, and strips off shirt and shoes.
Silence outside. The iguana's sleeping.
This quiet grid of avenues
With red-flowered gum for decoration
Lies deep in slumber and sedation.
"It suits me, Phil. The flat's quite small,
But there's a garden, after all--
And a small pool for the iguana..."
Phil's bleary eyes rest on a bowl
Of fruit, a crucifix, a roll
Of film, a photograph of Lana
Turner, who smiles across the floor
At Holbein's sketch of Thomas More.
4.32
"My patron saint." "Which one?" Ed, grinning,
Says, "Go to sleep!" and turns to pray.
He asks forgiveness for his sinning,
Gives thanks for the expended day,
Consignxs his spirit to God's Charity...
Now Philip, with exiguous clairty
And some bewilderment, sees Ed
Cross himself twice, then come to bed.
Lights out. Phil mumbles, "What a party!
I really blew it then with Jan.
Ed, thanks a lot. I mean it, man--
I haven't yet met a Dorati
I didn't like... (Across the bed
He reaches out and touches Ed)...
4.33
... Good Night." Ed fears to answer. Trembling,
He moves his hand across the space
--What terrifying miles--assembling
His courage, touches Philip's face
And feels him tense up and go rigid.
"I'm sorry," Ed says, in a frigid,
Half-choking voice, "I thought you might--
I didn't mean-- I mean-- good night."
Taut with cateleptic tension
They lie, unspeaking. Phil thinks, "Why
Be so uptight? He's a great guy.
I've never bothers with convention.
God! It's a year that I've been chaste...,"
And puts his arm around Ed's waist"
4.34
Now, just as things were getting tenser,
And Ed and Phil were making love,
The imperial official censor
--Officious and imperious-- drove
His undscriminating panzer
Straight through the middle of my stanza.
Now, GentleReader, is it right
This swine should put my Muse to flight,
Rooting about among my pearly
Wisdom till he finds orts that he
Can gobble down with grunting glee?
Forgive me, Reader, if I'm surly
At having to replace the bliss
I'd hoped I could portray, with this.
4.18
"And how do you propose to do it?"
"Well, Lungless labs; thats for a start.
We'll picket it, disrupt it, sue it--"
"Phil, Lungless LAbs won't give a fart.
They'll slam you straight into the slammer
Where you can practice Russian grammar
Until... (By ones and twos a knot
Grows round the disputatious spot)...
Sense penetrates your soft ingenious
Cerebrum." "John, you've missed the point,"
Says Phil: "The world is out of joint;
And such acts, though they may seem tenuous
To you, give heart to us; whats more,
Bring new peace fodder to our door."
4.19
Speech strained and clarified by passion
--His S's remain S's still--
In unantagonistic fashion,
Eschewing escalation, Phil
Resumes: "John, take a look around us.
Imagine that the first bombs found us
Just as we are-- as here we stand
A glass of liquor in our hand.
There by the door is Van Gough's painting
Of Sunflowers. Here are all our friends.
And suddenly, our small world ends,
And our vile dust is swept up, tainting
The hills, the vineyards, and the seas
With irredemdiable disease.
4.20
"So tell me, how much will it please us
That mankind with its crazy ways
--Bach, Rembrandt, Socrates, and Jesus--
Will burn to ash and swivelizing haze?
Will it console us to be knowing
In the swift instant of our going
That Red Square, like our children's creche,
Will soon be charred or ulcerous flesh?
And then, when the soft radiation
Descends on what's not been destroyed
--Trees, whales, birds, wolves-- the birthless void--
Think how the crown of earth's creation
Will murder what which gave him birth,
Ripping out the slow womb of earth.
4.21
Is it just 'we' who feel this terror?
Do you think 'they' can't understand
What will come down through aim or error
Upon their great and fragile land?
We must stop--...(Caught by sudden sadness
He fumbles)...-if we can- this madness,
We common people of goodwill..."
A young man stands and stares as Phil
Says, "...Fallout can't tell Omsk from Reno..."
He stands there wordless, half in love,
Drinking Phil's speech, the image of
El Greco's Felix Paravicino:
The same pale, slender, passionate face,
Stregth and intensity and grace.
4.22
It's Ed. Now Liz has introduced him
(At his request). Ed, rarely short
Of words, finds Philip's have reduced him
To numbness. On the tennis court
Or with his advertising rabble
Ed spouts forth a distracting babble
Of witty entertaining trash
Till his companions long to smash
Their rackets on his simmering cranium
Or seal his lips with editing tape;
But two sure passwords for escape
Have been discovered: One's Uranium,
The other, God. All talk of these
Causes Ed's babbling brooke to freeze.
4.23
Now host and hostess, drawn by duty,
Have vanished, but-- to stay with Ed--
At twenty-three, though quite astute, he
Seems easily dispirited;
Although his energy's appealing,
It serves the function of concealing
Rifts of anxiety so deep
Some nights he finds it hard to sleep.
(Liz thinks this trait comes from their mother.)
Both Sue and Liz adore Ed: he's
Warmhearted, fun, and quick to pleace;
But neither understand their brother
When his designs and words are skewed
By what they term his godly mood.
4.24
Phil looks at Ed: intese, athletic,
Silent-- the sort of man whom he's
Uneasy with. But Ed's ascetic
Tension betrays his own unease;
And by now Phiil's free-floating status
(Bouyed by spiritiuous afflatus)
Projects goodwill on all mankind--
And so, in half an hour, we find the pair engaged in conversation,
Which now that he's gained his cool
And half slipped back to playing the fool,
Revolved round Ed's prolonged narration
Of how he happened to procure
A green iguana from the store.
[Phil and Ed continue a fun, light conversation before being interrupted by Jan. Jan, a college friend of Phil's ex-wife is not pleased with an off-handed comment about woman meant only in jest. Phil options to leave, and Ed offers him a place to crash in town so he doesn't have to drive home drunk. They arrive at Ed's.]
4.31
Phil looks around at Ed's housekeeping.
Ed yawns, and strips off shirt and shoes.
Silence outside. The iguana's sleeping.
This quiet grid of avenues
With red-flowered gum for decoration
Lies deep in slumber and sedation.
"It suits me, Phil. The flat's quite small,
But there's a garden, after all--
And a small pool for the iguana..."
Phil's bleary eyes rest on a bowl
Of fruit, a crucifix, a roll
Of film, a photograph of Lana
Turner, who smiles across the floor
At Holbein's sketch of Thomas More.
4.32
"My patron saint." "Which one?" Ed, grinning,
Says, "Go to sleep!" and turns to pray.
He asks forgiveness for his sinning,
Gives thanks for the expended day,
Consignxs his spirit to God's Charity...
Now Philip, with exiguous clairty
And some bewilderment, sees Ed
Cross himself twice, then come to bed.
Lights out. Phil mumbles, "What a party!
I really blew it then with Jan.
Ed, thanks a lot. I mean it, man--
I haven't yet met a Dorati
I didn't like... (Across the bed
He reaches out and touches Ed)...
4.33
... Good Night." Ed fears to answer. Trembling,
He moves his hand across the space
--What terrifying miles--assembling
His courage, touches Philip's face
And feels him tense up and go rigid.
"I'm sorry," Ed says, in a frigid,
Half-choking voice, "I thought you might--
I didn't mean-- I mean-- good night."
Taut with cateleptic tension
They lie, unspeaking. Phil thinks, "Why
Be so uptight? He's a great guy.
I've never bothers with convention.
God! It's a year that I've been chaste...,"
And puts his arm around Ed's waist"
4.34
Now, just as things were getting tenser,
And Ed and Phil were making love,
The imperial official censor
--Officious and imperious-- drove
His undscriminating panzer
Straight through the middle of my stanza.
Now, GentleReader, is it right
This swine should put my Muse to flight,
Rooting about among my pearly
Wisdom till he finds orts that he
Can gobble down with grunting glee?
Forgive me, Reader, if I'm surly
At having to replace the bliss
I'd hoped I could portray, with this.
It was lovely spending time with Lauren this weekend... I hadn't seen the girl in over a month. We dropped a friend of Dan's off at the airport and then proceeded to make our way over to the mall on one of the days we were together. We spent like four hours shopping with the majority of the time bein' spent at H&M.
God I love H&M.
Anywho, on the way there Lauren told me about the new girl at Cosi, Anusha, who didn't know what a Mop was.
Anusha: What is this?
Lauren: A Mop.
Anusha: What do you do with it?
Lauren: You Mop.
*later, anusha sweeping*
Lauren: Are you almost ready?
Anusha: Yes. I just have to broom some more.
"When the Left is right and the Right is wrong" -- Washington Post Media Notes
The comparisons between Rosa Parks and Gavin Newsom, the San Fransisco mayor who is allowing gay marraige, is a little stretched, I'll admit. However, criticizing Chief Justice Roy Moore, the Alabama judge who wouldn't take down the ten commandments, couldn't be more validated. The San Fran Mayor is a hero, he deserves to be praise as such.
Saying that he gets lauded and hero-cized because he has the 'politically correct' mindset is ridonkulous. He's getting praised because he has the correct, nonbiggoted view.
The reason that Mr. Bama Judge is getting mocked should be abundantly clear: we have a seperation of church and state. He's not being "politically incorrect," he's defying one of the tenets this country was built upon, not a neo-1950s imagined one we like to believe. John Locke never said a damn thing about two kids and a dog, and neither should our constitution.
k thx.
In the four hours I was on the phone with my cell phone company getting all the kinks straightened out, I actually made friends with the girl on the other end. Her name was Lauren, and the call center was based out of Nova Scotia. We gabbed, chatted, and she fixed all my problems. One of the subjects we eventually came to was gay marraige. We joked about how as soon as school was done, we'd have to go out and get ourselves hitched, and I told her I'd have to go up her way to get that taken care of.
She told me about her aunts who have been together for twenty years and just got hitched. They're also expecting their first-- its very, very late in life for one of them to be sproutin' beans, granted, but they couldn't be happier. It made me all wistful for a better country.
Oh, Canadia.
God I love H&M.
Anywho, on the way there Lauren told me about the new girl at Cosi, Anusha, who didn't know what a Mop was.
Anusha: What is this?
Lauren: A Mop.
Anusha: What do you do with it?
Lauren: You Mop.
*later, anusha sweeping*
Lauren: Are you almost ready?
Anusha: Yes. I just have to broom some more.
"When the Left is right and the Right is wrong" -- Washington Post Media Notes
The comparisons between Rosa Parks and Gavin Newsom, the San Fransisco mayor who is allowing gay marraige, is a little stretched, I'll admit. However, criticizing Chief Justice Roy Moore, the Alabama judge who wouldn't take down the ten commandments, couldn't be more validated. The San Fran Mayor is a hero, he deserves to be praise as such.
Saying that he gets lauded and hero-cized because he has the 'politically correct' mindset is ridonkulous. He's getting praised because he has the correct, nonbiggoted view.
The reason that Mr. Bama Judge is getting mocked should be abundantly clear: we have a seperation of church and state. He's not being "politically incorrect," he's defying one of the tenets this country was built upon, not a neo-1950s imagined one we like to believe. John Locke never said a damn thing about two kids and a dog, and neither should our constitution.
k thx.
In the four hours I was on the phone with my cell phone company getting all the kinks straightened out, I actually made friends with the girl on the other end. Her name was Lauren, and the call center was based out of Nova Scotia. We gabbed, chatted, and she fixed all my problems. One of the subjects we eventually came to was gay marraige. We joked about how as soon as school was done, we'd have to go out and get ourselves hitched, and I told her I'd have to go up her way to get that taken care of.
She told me about her aunts who have been together for twenty years and just got hitched. They're also expecting their first-- its very, very late in life for one of them to be sproutin' beans, granted, but they couldn't be happier. It made me all wistful for a better country.
Oh, Canadia.
Not a bad trip to New York, I gotta say.
Dan and I finished up our classes last Monday and hopped onto the bus and made our way up north to DC to meet up with Lauren and Jess. The original plan was to just crash there for the night and get up way early to catch the $30 round-trip chinatown bus, but as it turned out, there was a bus that left at like 3:30 in the morning. What'd we do? We caught that one.
Why not, you know? As the bus approached the other chinatown, the sounds of mandolins and gongs could be heard playing through the busses sound system. We were the only white folk on the bus, so lest I make some sort of offhandedly offensive comment, let me just say my asian brethen on the bus didn't seem like the blithely happy beats, nor did it seem to make them any happier than they made me.
We got off the bus and meandered through china town, making our way down to Chelsea. Do you have any fuckin' clue how hard it is to find a coffeehouse in china town? Once we all had caffeine coursing through our veins, we treked through the lands of lore: The Village.
At 9:30 in the morning we were in a 24/hour pleasure store purchasing a Fuckuko that the old lady on oxygen recommended. Well, clearly Dan and I didn't purchase it, Lauren and Jess did. They also had Pussy Whip in the flavors of Blackberry Brandy and Strawberry Wine. Both were in fact flammable. Seein' as how I don't have a pussy, I didn't bother purchasing any. I don't think I want to put anything that has the potential to catch on fire near my junx, thanks.
After we rode the subway for a bit, we ran into Jess's only family member in the city: her cousin. She's like 45 or so, and really cool. How random is it that we just ran into her on the metro? I was pretty impressed. Also on that ride there was this black couple, who were singing really, really well. Lauren swapped them a dollar for a photo, and they invited us to a free show at the Cafe Vivaldi.
So, after the stint on the sub, we arrived in Times Square, where Jackie's folks were staying. They were staying in the Iroquois, in a 3 room suite that was habitated by James Dean from 1950-1953. How deliriously swank. And cool. James Dean was probably fucking his tricks in the room I slept in... that’s so fuckin' bitchin'. Mmmm...
We actually ended up going to the show at the Cafe and hearing Chocolate Thai and Jubilee sing. They cafe had plenty of seating, as it was an 'unannounced' show, but there were still a number of heads present. Throughout the show, CT and Jubilee kept referring to us as their "DC Friends." It was really sweet. After the show, we walked around the borough we were in smoking a joint and gabbing. As it turns out, they are going to be on Sesame Street! I need to make sure I'm paying attention so that I can tape it. I would love to see someone I smoked with chillin' with Grover.
I kinda absent mindedly just left out Dan's friend at NYU, Adrian. I'm annoyed with her, and was annoyed with him about her. Long stories short: She was supposed to be out of her class and call at 2:00. We put ourselves in Union Square to meet her. She never called. Dan called, and she didn't answer. Dan apparently didn't make super solid plans, but never made that clear. Then Jackie wanted us to pick her up a handle of Jim Bean. No big deal-- we asked Adrian when the store stopped sellin' liquor, and she told us midnight. The show finished at 10:30, and we asked where we should go to get some, and then she said that they were already closed. I don't know if she's just super-self-absorbed or what, but I'd rather not believe she purposefully lied to my friends and I. She also didn't really say a helluva lot to my friends which pissed me off. I realized Dan hadn't seen her in ages, but I'd never treat his friends the way she treated mine, or at least not without apologizing to Dan for it later. No such apology came. It wasn't even the apology from him that I wanted, it was an awareness that maybe he is some how accountable for his friends actions.
Accountability is a big issue for Dan. Whenever something happens, its the worlds fault, or someone elses. He also is aimless and has no direct ambition. He's totally inactive in any decision making process regarding his own life. It grates on me so badly because I know what it feels like to be there, in that space. I was in that space not so very long ago, and being around it now feels almost like a step backwards. I've talked about it with him, and I'm optimistic, but darn it, shape up.
I talked to Mara about it, and she gave good advice-- stick it out. Be a responsible, mature person, and watch it wear off. I guess she's right. My annoyance with it and my readiness to drop him immediately for it is nothing more than my own self defense mechanism showing up... but it is a valid issue, and one worth paying attention to.
Anyway, back to New York, since I've gotten that tangent out of my system. Adrian neglected to tell us that getting into NYUs buildings required a Driver's License and a Driver's License only; Lauren only had her passport, and thusly couldn't be admitted into the dorms. Jess and Lauren were rightly pissed at this point. Afterall, Jackie, one of the sweetest (don't tell her I said that) girls in the world had let us stay at her folks suite in NYC, and all she requested was some liquor. She requested it of Jess, and because of Dan's friend's flightiness, we couldn't get it.
Jackie was on her way down from midtown on the subway when we discovered our inability to enter the dorms, so we waited outside for her. I told Dan to stay behind and play with his friend. When Jackie found us in Union Square, we bought beer and hopped back on the metro.
At the hotel, Lauren and Jess quickly fell asleep. Jackie and I drank a beer or two and then diddybopped into Time Square. We walked around in the neoday that only Vegas and Time Square can seem to replicate. We wandered, talked, bonded, and fell into the almost sensuous serenity of being nearly native. The city envelopes, controls, and somehow still stays in the background... We felt like we belonged. We shared months worth of emotion and unlocked the emotional toolchest and got to work on one another, listening, wandering, talking, and bonding some more. I love Jackie. We finished off a few more back at the hotel, never getting drunk, and just talked until the sun was nearly ready to come up. The next morning we got a hold in Jackie's Chin, bought a bowl, had cream of asparagus soup, tried on sunglasses, and caught a china town bus home.
When we got back in the car, I was expecting Dan to mention his friend's behavior. It never came. I grew annoyed with my own thoughts, and wanted to sort them out, so I had planned on going home. Dan could see that something was pissing me off, so he asked what it was. I expressed to him my concern with his lack of awareness and lack of accountability. The discussion was short-lived, however, because bad news came. The bust for Pot that had occurred had managed to get Dan kicked off campus, though he had no official wrong-doing. His lack of grounding annoyed me even more after I worked really hard to get his police report released. I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead, while talking on the phone with one Margaret Jones, from the Police records office. I convinced her that I was a paralegal, and was helping Mr. Snead work on a case where time was of the essence. It took convincing, but she agreed to release the records so that Dan could have them for his appeal... which had to be turned in literally two days after he got the notice of eviction.
Anyway, all I had to do was fax Ms. Jones the info she requested, which Dan had. Dan should have been just about ready to go to his next class when I called him to get him to fax the information over... but guess what? Instead of following through with any of the shit he needed to get done, he went to the mall, while his friend Meg and I helped prepare his stuff. We were both annoyed. My annoyance lasted a solid couple of days, and I told him to just go back to Delaware if he's not bettering himself here. He's just so friggin young in so many ways. Kelly calls 'em Boy years. She says he's not even a child in boy years, that hes still a baby, and in many ways I think she's right. Ahh, dual influence... Mara has validity and so does Kelly. I think they're both right in the words they've spoken. I need to watch out that I'm not dippin' out on this kid because of my defenses, and also not taking more than I should, as per Kelly.
Speaking of Kelly, she invited me to a fund-raiser/house party on Saturday night that was bein' held by a bunch of greenpeace-ers. It was up in NW, so I drove up from Colonial Beach and picked up Dan along the way. We grabbed Jess from her Cosi and checked into what will (hopefully soon) be my Cosi so that I could say Hola to e'rybahdy. We got to the house party without too much effort, and wouldn't you know it, the party was fuckin' hoppin'. Two kegs were going, the dancefloor was bein' held up beat-to-beat by one of the dudes from Thievery Corporation, and the ghanga was waftin' all through the top floor. We had a smoke session and Jess, who no longer smokes, caught herself a lovely-lovely contact high. So lovely, in fact, that as we were walkin' out the window to the rooftop area, Jess almost took a second face-plant of the month... this time over the roof. Luckily balance was caught, but whoooo booy, was it funny/scary/ridiculous.
For the Greenpeace party, I decided to make a pair of jeans. Well, not make, so much as modify, but anyway, I had these jeans from Gap that I slit up the side nearly to my midthigh on each side and on the inner side, up to my knee. For Madonnarama last year they were safety-pinned together and made into a neuvo-prince kinda look. Loved 'em. For this event, I attacked an old garter set, and made different sized strips tapering from shorter strips to longer, and stitched them into the slits. Then I took my mom's curtain decorating rope and fashioned a belt that does this in the front: //\ And comes around into the back and cups my ass really tightly. The jeans turned out to be a smashing hit, they got talked about in a positive light on a couple of occasions. This, of course, stroked my vanity like no other, and made me grin from ear to ear.
I mentioned earlier that I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead. Well, I got to tell Caroline that I was pretending to be her father’s paralegal (Snead, get it) the other day. She and I took Anabell for a walk that was only supposed to be around the block, but ended up taking about two hours. I guess we had a lot to talk about. Caroline’s lookin’ well, and feelin’ better, too, from what I understand. They just readjusted her thyroid medication, so we’ll see what that brings. I told her that I was trying the Atkins Diet (which I am, btw) for a while, and she was totally supportive. Until she showed me this three layer dessert she made. It was so rich that even the enviable appetite of the Snead Family couldn’t finish the dish in one sitting. She told me to chew it up and spit it out, it was that good. I did. It was.
Also from the vaults of Caroline… she had found this stray a few months ago that she named Jake. He was a good puppy, but Papa Snead wouldn’t let ‘er keep it. Anabell was enough fur in his house as-was, so she hunted around to find a new owner. One of her bookclub buddies stepped up to the plate, and the puppy shipped off to Caroline County. Well, the dog got loose from the new owner. Its fine, no worries, but one of the neighbors called the police on the cute little beagle for dog vagrancy. She had to go to court for it and everything.
So, there this girl is, in court, when they announce the Honorable Charles Snead presiding. Andrea, the new dog’s owner, thinks to herself for a minute: Caroline’s last name is Snead. Caroline’s Dad is a judge. She sees the judge, and he’s a large man. Caroline’s Father is a large man.
Can you believe it? The man who turned away the vagrant dog to begin with is now presiding over the case. Poor Andrea is so honest that she didn’t mention it at the time to him, but Papa Snead got rid of the charges anyway. So, when Caroline told her daddy what happened, he about lost it with laughter. “Why didn’t she say somethin’?” he bellowed with laughter. “I liiive for letting people go for no good reason. All she had to do was say ‘Your honor, Caroline Snead gave me this dog, and I’ve just recently been learnin’ how to take the proper care this vagrant dog needs.’ And I would have said, ‘Of course! This dog has a history of vagrancy, one that I am very familiar with! There are extenuating circumstances! Dismissed!” I don’t know if Papa Snead would use that many exclamations, but I imagine that he would, so we’re gonna let ‘em stay.
Tomorrow's going to be a busy day... I'll discover whether or not I get my job at Cosi back fo' rizzle, I get a massage by Kelly, and then I get to take her out to lunch. Following that, fingers crossed, I get to go to work.
By the way, Alanis cut her hair. Love it.
Dan and I finished up our classes last Monday and hopped onto the bus and made our way up north to DC to meet up with Lauren and Jess. The original plan was to just crash there for the night and get up way early to catch the $30 round-trip chinatown bus, but as it turned out, there was a bus that left at like 3:30 in the morning. What'd we do? We caught that one.
Why not, you know? As the bus approached the other chinatown, the sounds of mandolins and gongs could be heard playing through the busses sound system. We were the only white folk on the bus, so lest I make some sort of offhandedly offensive comment, let me just say my asian brethen on the bus didn't seem like the blithely happy beats, nor did it seem to make them any happier than they made me.
We got off the bus and meandered through china town, making our way down to Chelsea. Do you have any fuckin' clue how hard it is to find a coffeehouse in china town? Once we all had caffeine coursing through our veins, we treked through the lands of lore: The Village.
At 9:30 in the morning we were in a 24/hour pleasure store purchasing a Fuckuko that the old lady on oxygen recommended. Well, clearly Dan and I didn't purchase it, Lauren and Jess did. They also had Pussy Whip in the flavors of Blackberry Brandy and Strawberry Wine. Both were in fact flammable. Seein' as how I don't have a pussy, I didn't bother purchasing any. I don't think I want to put anything that has the potential to catch on fire near my junx, thanks.
After we rode the subway for a bit, we ran into Jess's only family member in the city: her cousin. She's like 45 or so, and really cool. How random is it that we just ran into her on the metro? I was pretty impressed. Also on that ride there was this black couple, who were singing really, really well. Lauren swapped them a dollar for a photo, and they invited us to a free show at the Cafe Vivaldi.
So, after the stint on the sub, we arrived in Times Square, where Jackie's folks were staying. They were staying in the Iroquois, in a 3 room suite that was habitated by James Dean from 1950-1953. How deliriously swank. And cool. James Dean was probably fucking his tricks in the room I slept in... that’s so fuckin' bitchin'. Mmmm...
We actually ended up going to the show at the Cafe and hearing Chocolate Thai and Jubilee sing. They cafe had plenty of seating, as it was an 'unannounced' show, but there were still a number of heads present. Throughout the show, CT and Jubilee kept referring to us as their "DC Friends." It was really sweet. After the show, we walked around the borough we were in smoking a joint and gabbing. As it turns out, they are going to be on Sesame Street! I need to make sure I'm paying attention so that I can tape it. I would love to see someone I smoked with chillin' with Grover.
I kinda absent mindedly just left out Dan's friend at NYU, Adrian. I'm annoyed with her, and was annoyed with him about her. Long stories short: She was supposed to be out of her class and call at 2:00. We put ourselves in Union Square to meet her. She never called. Dan called, and she didn't answer. Dan apparently didn't make super solid plans, but never made that clear. Then Jackie wanted us to pick her up a handle of Jim Bean. No big deal-- we asked Adrian when the store stopped sellin' liquor, and she told us midnight. The show finished at 10:30, and we asked where we should go to get some, and then she said that they were already closed. I don't know if she's just super-self-absorbed or what, but I'd rather not believe she purposefully lied to my friends and I. She also didn't really say a helluva lot to my friends which pissed me off. I realized Dan hadn't seen her in ages, but I'd never treat his friends the way she treated mine, or at least not without apologizing to Dan for it later. No such apology came. It wasn't even the apology from him that I wanted, it was an awareness that maybe he is some how accountable for his friends actions.
Accountability is a big issue for Dan. Whenever something happens, its the worlds fault, or someone elses. He also is aimless and has no direct ambition. He's totally inactive in any decision making process regarding his own life. It grates on me so badly because I know what it feels like to be there, in that space. I was in that space not so very long ago, and being around it now feels almost like a step backwards. I've talked about it with him, and I'm optimistic, but darn it, shape up.
I talked to Mara about it, and she gave good advice-- stick it out. Be a responsible, mature person, and watch it wear off. I guess she's right. My annoyance with it and my readiness to drop him immediately for it is nothing more than my own self defense mechanism showing up... but it is a valid issue, and one worth paying attention to.
Anyway, back to New York, since I've gotten that tangent out of my system. Adrian neglected to tell us that getting into NYUs buildings required a Driver's License and a Driver's License only; Lauren only had her passport, and thusly couldn't be admitted into the dorms. Jess and Lauren were rightly pissed at this point. Afterall, Jackie, one of the sweetest (don't tell her I said that) girls in the world had let us stay at her folks suite in NYC, and all she requested was some liquor. She requested it of Jess, and because of Dan's friend's flightiness, we couldn't get it.
Jackie was on her way down from midtown on the subway when we discovered our inability to enter the dorms, so we waited outside for her. I told Dan to stay behind and play with his friend. When Jackie found us in Union Square, we bought beer and hopped back on the metro.
At the hotel, Lauren and Jess quickly fell asleep. Jackie and I drank a beer or two and then diddybopped into Time Square. We walked around in the neoday that only Vegas and Time Square can seem to replicate. We wandered, talked, bonded, and fell into the almost sensuous serenity of being nearly native. The city envelopes, controls, and somehow still stays in the background... We felt like we belonged. We shared months worth of emotion and unlocked the emotional toolchest and got to work on one another, listening, wandering, talking, and bonding some more. I love Jackie. We finished off a few more back at the hotel, never getting drunk, and just talked until the sun was nearly ready to come up. The next morning we got a hold in Jackie's Chin, bought a bowl, had cream of asparagus soup, tried on sunglasses, and caught a china town bus home.
When we got back in the car, I was expecting Dan to mention his friend's behavior. It never came. I grew annoyed with my own thoughts, and wanted to sort them out, so I had planned on going home. Dan could see that something was pissing me off, so he asked what it was. I expressed to him my concern with his lack of awareness and lack of accountability. The discussion was short-lived, however, because bad news came. The bust for Pot that had occurred had managed to get Dan kicked off campus, though he had no official wrong-doing. His lack of grounding annoyed me even more after I worked really hard to get his police report released. I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead, while talking on the phone with one Margaret Jones, from the Police records office. I convinced her that I was a paralegal, and was helping Mr. Snead work on a case where time was of the essence. It took convincing, but she agreed to release the records so that Dan could have them for his appeal... which had to be turned in literally two days after he got the notice of eviction.
Anyway, all I had to do was fax Ms. Jones the info she requested, which Dan had. Dan should have been just about ready to go to his next class when I called him to get him to fax the information over... but guess what? Instead of following through with any of the shit he needed to get done, he went to the mall, while his friend Meg and I helped prepare his stuff. We were both annoyed. My annoyance lasted a solid couple of days, and I told him to just go back to Delaware if he's not bettering himself here. He's just so friggin young in so many ways. Kelly calls 'em Boy years. She says he's not even a child in boy years, that hes still a baby, and in many ways I think she's right. Ahh, dual influence... Mara has validity and so does Kelly. I think they're both right in the words they've spoken. I need to watch out that I'm not dippin' out on this kid because of my defenses, and also not taking more than I should, as per Kelly.
Speaking of Kelly, she invited me to a fund-raiser/house party on Saturday night that was bein' held by a bunch of greenpeace-ers. It was up in NW, so I drove up from Colonial Beach and picked up Dan along the way. We grabbed Jess from her Cosi and checked into what will (hopefully soon) be my Cosi so that I could say Hola to e'rybahdy. We got to the house party without too much effort, and wouldn't you know it, the party was fuckin' hoppin'. Two kegs were going, the dancefloor was bein' held up beat-to-beat by one of the dudes from Thievery Corporation, and the ghanga was waftin' all through the top floor. We had a smoke session and Jess, who no longer smokes, caught herself a lovely-lovely contact high. So lovely, in fact, that as we were walkin' out the window to the rooftop area, Jess almost took a second face-plant of the month... this time over the roof. Luckily balance was caught, but whoooo booy, was it funny/scary/ridiculous.
For the Greenpeace party, I decided to make a pair of jeans. Well, not make, so much as modify, but anyway, I had these jeans from Gap that I slit up the side nearly to my midthigh on each side and on the inner side, up to my knee. For Madonnarama last year they were safety-pinned together and made into a neuvo-prince kinda look. Loved 'em. For this event, I attacked an old garter set, and made different sized strips tapering from shorter strips to longer, and stitched them into the slits. Then I took my mom's curtain decorating rope and fashioned a belt that does this in the front: //\ And comes around into the back and cups my ass really tightly. The jeans turned out to be a smashing hit, they got talked about in a positive light on a couple of occasions. This, of course, stroked my vanity like no other, and made me grin from ear to ear.
I mentioned earlier that I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead. Well, I got to tell Caroline that I was pretending to be her father’s paralegal (Snead, get it) the other day. She and I took Anabell for a walk that was only supposed to be around the block, but ended up taking about two hours. I guess we had a lot to talk about. Caroline’s lookin’ well, and feelin’ better, too, from what I understand. They just readjusted her thyroid medication, so we’ll see what that brings. I told her that I was trying the Atkins Diet (which I am, btw) for a while, and she was totally supportive. Until she showed me this three layer dessert she made. It was so rich that even the enviable appetite of the Snead Family couldn’t finish the dish in one sitting. She told me to chew it up and spit it out, it was that good. I did. It was.
Also from the vaults of Caroline… she had found this stray a few months ago that she named Jake. He was a good puppy, but Papa Snead wouldn’t let ‘er keep it. Anabell was enough fur in his house as-was, so she hunted around to find a new owner. One of her bookclub buddies stepped up to the plate, and the puppy shipped off to Caroline County. Well, the dog got loose from the new owner. Its fine, no worries, but one of the neighbors called the police on the cute little beagle for dog vagrancy. She had to go to court for it and everything.
So, there this girl is, in court, when they announce the Honorable Charles Snead presiding. Andrea, the new dog’s owner, thinks to herself for a minute: Caroline’s last name is Snead. Caroline’s Dad is a judge. She sees the judge, and he’s a large man. Caroline’s Father is a large man.
Can you believe it? The man who turned away the vagrant dog to begin with is now presiding over the case. Poor Andrea is so honest that she didn’t mention it at the time to him, but Papa Snead got rid of the charges anyway. So, when Caroline told her daddy what happened, he about lost it with laughter. “Why didn’t she say somethin’?” he bellowed with laughter. “I liiive for letting people go for no good reason. All she had to do was say ‘Your honor, Caroline Snead gave me this dog, and I’ve just recently been learnin’ how to take the proper care this vagrant dog needs.’ And I would have said, ‘Of course! This dog has a history of vagrancy, one that I am very familiar with! There are extenuating circumstances! Dismissed!” I don’t know if Papa Snead would use that many exclamations, but I imagine that he would, so we’re gonna let ‘em stay.
Tomorrow's going to be a busy day... I'll discover whether or not I get my job at Cosi back fo' rizzle, I get a massage by Kelly, and then I get to take her out to lunch. Following that, fingers crossed, I get to go to work.
By the way, Alanis cut her hair. Love it.
Interesting week. Had my meeting with the dean. That didn't go as well as I would have liked-- apparently Sara Strom had something different to say than the rest of us. And there was an error on the police report saying that Dan and I admitted to drinking and smoking marijuana.
We admitted to neither. I'm nervous, but there is no way to prove that I did anything wrong. So, if something bad happens, I appeal.
I don't know what to do. Sugar in Sara's gas tank seems like a valid response. Keying and vinegar? I don't know. Either way, something should happen, but I care more for my Karma than for retribution. The police report feels like the toughest one to find a response to. Do I get a lawyer involved? Do I have to ask Papa Snead for assistance? At what point do I discuss this with the folks? Lawdy.
My cousins are here, and we're looking for something fun to do. Colonial Beach never seems to lend itself to fun, so I think we might just go get ice cream and a movie. In the mean time how about a survey?
Grab the book nearest you, turn to page 23, find line 5. Write down what it says, along with this sentence, and post it in your journal.
"They charge more, and you lose more," I say aloud without thinking, and there's a laugh around the room. God, how embarassing. And now Like brandon's lifting his head, too. Quckly I look down and pretend to be writing notes.
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 98, find line 6. Write down what it says.
"Yeah, great!" she says, and takes a huge bite of nan.
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
A curtain.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Mad TV
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
8ish
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
7:58pm
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The TV, and my cousins Krista and Aric laughing.
7: When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Mom, Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin and I were playing scrabble on the deck a couple of hours ago.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
The TV.
9: What are you wearing?
Jeans, shoes, a hoodie.
10: Did you dream last night?
Not as far as I know.
11: Is your boss a power-hungry nut case or...?
One's a sketchy morrocan. One's a white-break dick. The others are great.
12: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Robyn Renee Hall
13: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Joel Kelly Hall
14: Would you ever consider living abroad?
I dunno. I'd miss my fam.
We admitted to neither. I'm nervous, but there is no way to prove that I did anything wrong. So, if something bad happens, I appeal.
I don't know what to do. Sugar in Sara's gas tank seems like a valid response. Keying and vinegar? I don't know. Either way, something should happen, but I care more for my Karma than for retribution. The police report feels like the toughest one to find a response to. Do I get a lawyer involved? Do I have to ask Papa Snead for assistance? At what point do I discuss this with the folks? Lawdy.
My cousins are here, and we're looking for something fun to do. Colonial Beach never seems to lend itself to fun, so I think we might just go get ice cream and a movie. In the mean time how about a survey?
Grab the book nearest you, turn to page 23, find line 5. Write down what it says, along with this sentence, and post it in your journal.
"They charge more, and you lose more," I say aloud without thinking, and there's a laugh around the room. God, how embarassing. And now Like brandon's lifting his head, too. Quckly I look down and pretend to be writing notes.
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 98, find line 6. Write down what it says.
"Yeah, great!" she says, and takes a huge bite of nan.
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
A curtain.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Mad TV
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
8ish
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
7:58pm
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The TV, and my cousins Krista and Aric laughing.
7: When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Mom, Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin and I were playing scrabble on the deck a couple of hours ago.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
The TV.
9: What are you wearing?
Jeans, shoes, a hoodie.
10: Did you dream last night?
Not as far as I know.
11: Is your boss a power-hungry nut case or...?
One's a sketchy morrocan. One's a white-break dick. The others are great.
12: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Robyn Renee Hall
13: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Joel Kelly Hall
14: Would you ever consider living abroad?
I dunno. I'd miss my fam.
Today has been a day of reflection unlike any I've had in recent memory. We celebrated Easter with the typical trappings of baskets and fake green grass that has been the tradition for every year I've been alive.
A lot of time has passed since 1996. Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin, Uncle Mark, Mom, Dad and I were reminded of it as we watched old movies of bygone holidays. We've grown up so much, we're so different, we're a million other cliches, but we're also very human; and thus, we're susceptible to a million more.
I taped over a part of Easter '97, which took place in Ohio, at some point. I'm an asshole. How was one episode of a stupid soap opera more important than my family's history? I guess I wanted to replace those years so badly that I not only removed the entries from my mind, I was cavalier about erasing them on tape, too. I didn't even think about who's feelings and memories it could hurt.
Such an asshole.
No grudges were held for my indiscretion with a tape. So little fear of retribution from my kin, in fact, that Krista was trusted with putting a hole in my body. A second cartilage piercing to match hers. Krista did it with a needle and an orange... my first new piercing since Trev, Matt, and I went and got my nipple pierced in July or August of 2001.
The hole in my nipple is still open, but no ring resides in it. I lost the metallic memory marker in a boy named Sebastian's apartment this summer. I met him in a dimly lit hotel party where a drag queen named Simone held court, and the party goers reveled, tweaked, and made complete asses of themselves, myself included. I swirled, passed out, and was taken care of by Sebastian at that gathering, one of the few times I needed Mike-sitting at a party. He kept the drag queen away from me, I reckon claiming me as his own in some sort of sick drug addict ritualistic way. I hadn't slept in 5 days.
We had hit it off earlier, I was taken by the glint his eyes displayed, though they were nearly covered by an angora kangol hat. He was the type of boy you weren't sure whether to hire to paint your fence or invite inside to paint the town, the kind who might use his knife for your defense or for worse. It didn't hardly much matter which you desired more, there was no short end to his stick. There's little question to those that know me why I was drawn in; He was a cup game, quick figure eights and tempestuous transition, daring your eyes to blink.
No, I should have known. I liked that he wrapped my mind up in wit, tied it up, and held it dear. I liked how the shadows ended before his lips began, leaving me with the anticipation of each well formed word. I wanted to listen, I wanted to taste.
He wanted me, too. My time in Sebastian's company in any capacity was around two months, and he led me to the social pools in which I nearly drowned. He himself proved to a horrible floatation device, one who preferred to sit at the bottom rather than rise to the top. He was a drug addict, with a far more ferocious addiction than my own.
He was also missing pieces of his soul that I could never repair; parents, best friends, a traitorous nature, and tina.
He left my life easily enough, an amputation necessary and grotesque for all the ways a mind can quiver and become weak for a drug that was flesh and blood.
I saw him online today. His bio said "4 Rnt."
There were rumors that got back to me almost as soon as I started speaking about him to others. All signs pointed to the fact that Sebastian had escorted previously. I checked my facts. They all pointed to prostitution, but I wanted to believe him when he told me they were untrue.
I can't make light of my own allowed delusions... I did, actually, believe him. I let myself be lied to. I let him meet my mother. I let him sleep in my bed, and told him he had a place to go if he needed to clean up. I wanted to believe I could help wash away the filth of addiction as easily as one wipes oil from the bridge of their nose. I wanted to believe that I wasn't feeling deep emotions for a liar and a whore.
I couldn't care less if he sold his body for money. I wish he hadn't sold his integrity. I wish he hadn't sold me out. I wish he hadn't lied to me.
I wish that holes in my body weren't reminders of holes in my soul. Holes in my own integrity. Holes in my own honesty.
I might have a thousand wishes, but I'll be damned if I'll rub a thousand lamps. Let him do that.
I can't tape over last year any more than I can erase myself. Let the sty in my third eye see skewed versions of myself, they can't be any worse than lies I believed or the lies I told myself and then repeated to others. Fuck Sebastian. I hope everytime he blows someone, he remembers blowing out the candles in my room before climbing to bed, remembers what my face looked like as I went down on Justin, and I hope he feels in his sleep, when he does sleep, what my lips felt like on his.
I hope he waits in anticipation for the taste of me. Let my only vengeance be my very lack of it.
Hit play.
A lot of time has passed since 1996. Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin, Uncle Mark, Mom, Dad and I were reminded of it as we watched old movies of bygone holidays. We've grown up so much, we're so different, we're a million other cliches, but we're also very human; and thus, we're susceptible to a million more.
I taped over a part of Easter '97, which took place in Ohio, at some point. I'm an asshole. How was one episode of a stupid soap opera more important than my family's history? I guess I wanted to replace those years so badly that I not only removed the entries from my mind, I was cavalier about erasing them on tape, too. I didn't even think about who's feelings and memories it could hurt.
Such an asshole.
No grudges were held for my indiscretion with a tape. So little fear of retribution from my kin, in fact, that Krista was trusted with putting a hole in my body. A second cartilage piercing to match hers. Krista did it with a needle and an orange... my first new piercing since Trev, Matt, and I went and got my nipple pierced in July or August of 2001.
The hole in my nipple is still open, but no ring resides in it. I lost the metallic memory marker in a boy named Sebastian's apartment this summer. I met him in a dimly lit hotel party where a drag queen named Simone held court, and the party goers reveled, tweaked, and made complete asses of themselves, myself included. I swirled, passed out, and was taken care of by Sebastian at that gathering, one of the few times I needed Mike-sitting at a party. He kept the drag queen away from me, I reckon claiming me as his own in some sort of sick drug addict ritualistic way. I hadn't slept in 5 days.
We had hit it off earlier, I was taken by the glint his eyes displayed, though they were nearly covered by an angora kangol hat. He was the type of boy you weren't sure whether to hire to paint your fence or invite inside to paint the town, the kind who might use his knife for your defense or for worse. It didn't hardly much matter which you desired more, there was no short end to his stick. There's little question to those that know me why I was drawn in; He was a cup game, quick figure eights and tempestuous transition, daring your eyes to blink.
No, I should have known. I liked that he wrapped my mind up in wit, tied it up, and held it dear. I liked how the shadows ended before his lips began, leaving me with the anticipation of each well formed word. I wanted to listen, I wanted to taste.
He wanted me, too. My time in Sebastian's company in any capacity was around two months, and he led me to the social pools in which I nearly drowned. He himself proved to a horrible floatation device, one who preferred to sit at the bottom rather than rise to the top. He was a drug addict, with a far more ferocious addiction than my own.
He was also missing pieces of his soul that I could never repair; parents, best friends, a traitorous nature, and tina.
He left my life easily enough, an amputation necessary and grotesque for all the ways a mind can quiver and become weak for a drug that was flesh and blood.
I saw him online today. His bio said "4 Rnt."
There were rumors that got back to me almost as soon as I started speaking about him to others. All signs pointed to the fact that Sebastian had escorted previously. I checked my facts. They all pointed to prostitution, but I wanted to believe him when he told me they were untrue.
I can't make light of my own allowed delusions... I did, actually, believe him. I let myself be lied to. I let him meet my mother. I let him sleep in my bed, and told him he had a place to go if he needed to clean up. I wanted to believe I could help wash away the filth of addiction as easily as one wipes oil from the bridge of their nose. I wanted to believe that I wasn't feeling deep emotions for a liar and a whore.
I couldn't care less if he sold his body for money. I wish he hadn't sold his integrity. I wish he hadn't sold me out. I wish he hadn't lied to me.
I wish that holes in my body weren't reminders of holes in my soul. Holes in my own integrity. Holes in my own honesty.
I might have a thousand wishes, but I'll be damned if I'll rub a thousand lamps. Let him do that.
I can't tape over last year any more than I can erase myself. Let the sty in my third eye see skewed versions of myself, they can't be any worse than lies I believed or the lies I told myself and then repeated to others. Fuck Sebastian. I hope everytime he blows someone, he remembers blowing out the candles in my room before climbing to bed, remembers what my face looked like as I went down on Justin, and I hope he feels in his sleep, when he does sleep, what my lips felt like on his.
I hope he waits in anticipation for the taste of me. Let my only vengeance be my very lack of it.
Hit play.
2005
I'm leaving for paradise in about four minutes.
Long flight, but long stay.
See ya'll in a week.
Long flight, but long stay.
See ya'll in a week.
Sorry, princess, this is my house.
When I came home from vacation there were beer bottles on my coffee table, my pasta had been eaten, cocktails had been made and not cleaned up... my house was worst than how I left it (which is sayin' something, bitches).
Lee broke in through the fire escape and stayed the night one night. He cleaned up after himself and refilled ice trays. Exactly as I would have expected him to. The neighbor girls came over and watched TV another night. They drank a little, but came back to clean the next day. Exactly as I would expect them to.
When they arrived, windex and paper towels in hand, the door quickly locked-- deadbolt and doorframe. When they knocked, no one answered. Yet, obviously, someone had just run to the door to lock it! The neighbors yelled in "Lauren, it's just us! We're here to clean up our mess!"
After some presistance on my neighbors part, some asian bitch with short hair answered my door in a towel and wouldn't let them in. Wouldn't even open the door at first. She told them to go away, that she'd clean up. That she was a friend of Kelley's.
Kelley does not even have a key to my apartment.
Lauren left her keys with Kelley. Who then gave them to Amanda for god knows what reason. Amanda, the asian bitch with short hair, let herself into my apartment. Who knows for what reason or for how long. Fucking whore. I'm livid. Not only did she not clean when she left, she lied to Kelley (or I hope she lied, and that its not kelley doing the lying) about the way shit went down, and I feel kinda violated.
Clearly the amount of people in and out of my apartment, sans bitch, lends you to the notion that I'm really not super troubled by guests. I'm not. If you are welcome in my home and I gave you a key, and I happen to be in Hawaii, please let yourself in. If you don't have a key, you call and ask if you can come over while I'm gone, I'll put you in contact with someone who can let you in for whatever reason. Or I can say no. This stupid fucking slut of a human doesn't even know my last name and certainly doesn't even have my cell phone number to give me the courtesy of telling her hell the fuck no.
Hell, the person she said she was a friend of doesn't even have a key to my apartment! If you're breaking into my home and lying to my friends, please AT LEAST know who's key your using to break in! Being 4 degrees of separation away from me does not allow you into my personal spaces. Thanks.
She also didn't leave a note. You always leave a note!
When I came home from vacation there were beer bottles on my coffee table, my pasta had been eaten, cocktails had been made and not cleaned up... my house was worst than how I left it (which is sayin' something, bitches).
Lee broke in through the fire escape and stayed the night one night. He cleaned up after himself and refilled ice trays. Exactly as I would have expected him to. The neighbor girls came over and watched TV another night. They drank a little, but came back to clean the next day. Exactly as I would expect them to.
When they arrived, windex and paper towels in hand, the door quickly locked-- deadbolt and doorframe. When they knocked, no one answered. Yet, obviously, someone had just run to the door to lock it! The neighbors yelled in "Lauren, it's just us! We're here to clean up our mess!"
After some presistance on my neighbors part, some asian bitch with short hair answered my door in a towel and wouldn't let them in. Wouldn't even open the door at first. She told them to go away, that she'd clean up. That she was a friend of Kelley's.
Kelley does not even have a key to my apartment.
Lauren left her keys with Kelley. Who then gave them to Amanda for god knows what reason. Amanda, the asian bitch with short hair, let herself into my apartment. Who knows for what reason or for how long. Fucking whore. I'm livid. Not only did she not clean when she left, she lied to Kelley (or I hope she lied, and that its not kelley doing the lying) about the way shit went down, and I feel kinda violated.
Clearly the amount of people in and out of my apartment, sans bitch, lends you to the notion that I'm really not super troubled by guests. I'm not. If you are welcome in my home and I gave you a key, and I happen to be in Hawaii, please let yourself in. If you don't have a key, you call and ask if you can come over while I'm gone, I'll put you in contact with someone who can let you in for whatever reason. Or I can say no. This stupid fucking slut of a human doesn't even know my last name and certainly doesn't even have my cell phone number to give me the courtesy of telling her hell the fuck no.
Hell, the person she said she was a friend of doesn't even have a key to my apartment! If you're breaking into my home and lying to my friends, please AT LEAST know who's key your using to break in! Being 4 degrees of separation away from me does not allow you into my personal spaces. Thanks.
She also didn't leave a note. You always leave a note!
Trite sonofabitch.
Jesus, who let me go on about the past five years? Really? I sounded like some sort of Tracey Gold meets Ghost World Afterschool Special. "Quick! Hide the exacto-- he's a cutter!"
Jeeze. Work somehow managed to mumbo-mojo me back into good spirits-- one part tobacco and one part good company. Libations later signed and sealed my happiness, as I ended up at the Hunt after work with Chris, Smokey, and JD. Anita was working for some reason, and Lauren wasn't, so things were a little old school. Totally weird to be there with Anita slinging cocktails-- she hasn't done that in forever. Lauren was actually who took Anita's place last year as Miss Anita became a MF9to5er. It was like summer of last year all over again.
Fall down drunkardness ensued, so thats why I'm referencing yesteryear. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get all Afterschooly again. Anita and I stayed at the Hunt for a bit after hours, and that put me in a position to meet a tall cute AU boy, who just happens to be named Mike.
Word up, hey. It's been well over a year since I had a sleep over at an AU dorm, and the idea of a twin bed sounds like it would be almost as fun as coalwalking, but for a hot boy you do whatcha gotta do. If we end up seeing more of this boy, we're gonna have to call him M2.
Anyway, for good faith in my noncuttery, here are some adorable ass baby penguins being screened through security before their flight.
Jesus, who let me go on about the past five years? Really? I sounded like some sort of Tracey Gold meets Ghost World Afterschool Special. "Quick! Hide the exacto-- he's a cutter!"
Jeeze. Work somehow managed to mumbo-mojo me back into good spirits-- one part tobacco and one part good company. Libations later signed and sealed my happiness, as I ended up at the Hunt after work with Chris, Smokey, and JD. Anita was working for some reason, and Lauren wasn't, so things were a little old school. Totally weird to be there with Anita slinging cocktails-- she hasn't done that in forever. Lauren was actually who took Anita's place last year as Miss Anita became a MF9to5er. It was like summer of last year all over again.
Fall down drunkardness ensued, so thats why I'm referencing yesteryear. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get all Afterschooly again. Anita and I stayed at the Hunt for a bit after hours, and that put me in a position to meet a tall cute AU boy, who just happens to be named Mike.
Word up, hey. It's been well over a year since I had a sleep over at an AU dorm, and the idea of a twin bed sounds like it would be almost as fun as coalwalking, but for a hot boy you do whatcha gotta do. If we end up seeing more of this boy, we're gonna have to call him M2.
Anyway, for good faith in my noncuttery, here are some adorable ass baby penguins being screened through security before their flight.
2007
in South Beach
glad he somehow avoided hangovertown on his trip into Thursday
maybe flying solo after work.
maybe flying solo after work.
2008
is in nyc
is in miami
is in miami (ingmiamimarathon.com bib #3889)
needs to get a new passport, etc
is moving into a tent and living an ashram life in 6 days
is going to be in the bahamas starting his teaching certificiation for a month as of tomorrow.
is at an Ashram in the Bahamas. He will be a teacher come the middle of May. Pray his tent doesn't leak
is at an Ashram in the Bahamas. He will be a teacher of yoga come the middle of May. Pray his tent doesn't leak
is at the ashram until sunday.
saw Mysterious Skin last night. Good gracious.
is in NYC with his honey
bought Dolly Parton tickets for her show in November in Richmond! YES!
Troops Deployed Abroad Give 6:1 (campaign donations) to Obama
http://www.opensecrets.org/news/2008/08/troops-deployed-abroad-give-61.html
http://www.opensecrets.org/news/2008/08/troops-deployed-abroad-give-61.html
is headed to Norfolk with his folks to see Dolly tonight!
, earlier today, stripped out of his shirt and slung it off all while standing on his hands
2009
Where Da Gold At?!
Geoffrey and I went down to the Dubliner, DC's oldest Irish bar/ restaurant, for some St. Patrick's Day themed food. I was craving corned beef & cabbage, and Geoff has his mind set on Shepherd's pie.
Rocks weren't the only things shammed on this trip. After a $10 cover charge just to get in ("come back tomorrow, it'll be free," says the bouncer) to the dining room, we were seated upstairs with super drunk woman in green pantsuits (and terrible makeup), as well as their stodgey 'til crunk white male counterparts.
The people watching was the best part: my meal came out tepid at best. I sent it back to get reheated. Geoff's shepherd's pie looked great, but apparently was only good.
I knew I could do better. Shepherd's pie is made with lamb or mutton, of which I found none-- today I instead made "Cottage Pie." I cut the meat down to a pound and threw in some yummy extra yellow onion and lots o' garlic.
G'luck, and Happy St. Fattrick's Day!
http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000216easy_shepherds_pie.php
Geoffrey and I went down to the Dubliner, DC's oldest Irish bar/ restaurant, for some St. Patrick's Day themed food. I was craving corned beef & cabbage, and Geoff has his mind set on Shepherd's pie.
Rocks weren't the only things shammed on this trip. After a $10 cover charge just to get in ("come back tomorrow, it'll be free," says the bouncer) to the dining room, we were seated upstairs with super drunk woman in green pantsuits (and terrible makeup), as well as their stodgey 'til crunk white male counterparts.
The people watching was the best part: my meal came out tepid at best. I sent it back to get reheated. Geoff's shepherd's pie looked great, but apparently was only good.
I knew I could do better. Shepherd's pie is made with lamb or mutton, of which I found none-- today I instead made "Cottage Pie." I cut the meat down to a pound and threw in some yummy extra yellow onion and lots o' garlic.
G'luck, and Happy St. Fattrick's Day!
http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000216easy_shepherds_pie.php
is in New Jersey celebrating Nathan's second birthday. Krista rules. How long was her labor again?
I listened to this podcast on the way home from Jersey yesterday, all the while thinking of you!
http://www.wnyc.org/music/articles/27256
http://www.wnyc.org/music/articles/27256
has his birthday and his vacation all figured out. Huzzah!
will be all over these United States for the month of June (and in the District nary much at all)!
is packing for two separate but equal trips: One for a four day camping trip and =music festival in the the Tennessee hills and another for a cross country road trip immediatly to follow. So much to do, so little time!
has never seen such gorgeous granola men. Wow! Bonna-what?
is bonna-wet (ssoon to be wild?)!
is with Chris on the road to Cali (and a pleasantly tenuous grasp on reality)!
is sleeping in Shawnee
and Amarillo share a fondness for sangria-ritas.
is in Flagstaff. Not having the best time.
just pissed off the side of a mountain. Hoover dam then Vegas.
just left the Flamingo's pool after watching the Belagio's fountain perform 'All That Jazz'
is in LA
ran 12 miles on the Santa Monica boardwalk. Venice and back, baby!
is at LAX with tears in his eyes.
is delayed in Pittsburg
is in the District (and jetlagged like woah).
is in the District (and jetlagged like woah).
is starting tuesday right: no more jet lag, and lots of love!
's on his way home to the district. I'd rather be on a boat than a bus, but heck, it'll be on & poppin' in the Dirty D soon.
will not be eating again 'till Mexico. Please don't feed the fatty.
had cold Gino's East deep dish for breakfast & is waiting for his flight home.
has both feet firmly on the ground in the nation's capital. Well, fine, not so firmly. Sometimes its both hands.
couldn't get a bus ticket to NYC today, so no Kylie show for him. NYC friends, who wants the ticket? DC friends, who wants to go out?
had a pumpkin latte in his new work clothes while thinking about Mexico and Marathons. Even in my least favorite weather, life is still really good.
can hear Mexico calling for Erica Martinson, Tara McCredie, Michael Fabiani, Scott Effler, Geoff Gaspar, and him. "3 dÃas y soleado-- de alta de 92 grados..." followed by "Tequila y farmacia!"
likes that Orbitz sent him a note reminding him of his flight time. Fab.
is so nervous and excited for Mexico he almost can't stand it.
is on his way to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Adios.
's plane is surrounded by firetrucks.
Is at the airport bar. Bloody Mary & patience.
is in Houston for the night. Anyone here wanna play?
= MEXICO
is tying up loose ends before his trip to Tampa. Also: he woke up feeling much better.
Remember my last trip to Florida (that wasn't Miami)? The Carrabas Child? "I wanna go to Carrrrrrrabas," he screamed as he entered an Olive Garden. Well, this trip is going better.
had a stellar time in Trampa. He will no longer badmouth it (as much). 4:30am wakeup call... after riding in cars with strangers. Love it. Love cousins. Love apple bottoms jeans.
is takin' his ho ho snow show on the road (oh).
is home from New Jersey, safe and sound. Now onto Sunday Funday with the decorations committee of Happy New Years: Wake Up Again for 2010 (you're going to be there on NYE, riiiiiiight?)
is stoked for Happy New Years: Wake Up Again for 2010! at the Hotel Helix. NO COVER, sick beats, good drinks... come!
's so excited for tonight's BANGING Happy New Years: Wake Up Again for 2010 Hotel Helix party, starting at 10. Like, daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so sa-sa-sorry, yeah. We just like to party like to pa-pa-party, yeah! BANG BANG!
2010
The smell of hippie and encore is exactly that of a Miami pizza kitchen at daybreak.
Anyone interested in some lunchtime yoga? I'll be STROGA in AdMo teaching fun with hips, folds, and flight! COME PLAY!
new secret vacation beverage: gogi berry slurpee (really, any flavor) + cristaliono champagne. Try it. You'll like it.
Happy Birthday, Michael Roike. What a great day at the Capitol Skyline Hotel Pool!
is en route to our great neighbor to the North! Vancouver, here I come!
is as Vancouver does. That's what he's up to.
is on his way back to the States.
is on his way to the mountains to compete in the Caveman Olympics
lil kim, shakira, and I know how to start a rainy DC->NYC day.
The link's whack. Is it really that rude? I've done it. @[617270401:2048:Erica Martinson]'ll attest. @[587699668:2048:Jordan Farray] has, too, right? Airport/airline yoga?
http://movies.ndtv.com/movie_story.aspx?Section=Movies&ID=ENTEN20100163929&subcatg=MOVIESINDIA&keyword=music&nid=73887%3Ftrendingnow
http://movies.ndtv.com/movie_story.aspx?Section=Movies&ID=ENTEN20100163929&subcatg=MOVIESINDIA&keyword=music&nid=73887%3Ftrendingnow
2011
You feel like paradise, and I need a vacation tonight. ....
is escaping the surly bonds of earth and taking flight. AntiGravity Yoga Training: Day One.
is buying tickets to see the Scissor Sisters at The Wellmont Theatre just outside of NYC in NJ. Anyone wanna come with me?
to go to New York and see the Scissor Sisters, or to save my pennies and have a wild night home? Will someone dress up and pretend with me?
is headed to Bloody Marytown.
morning mysore, crossfit WOD, bikbik before bedtime. Mmmmmmmm... delicious.
mysore, ACC class, private client-- check. Up next? IMF, HUD. Then? HAPPY HOUR YOGA!!!!
kinda wants to go to bonaroo this year.
got to the end of primary with time to spare before Miami. It's a really special day for me 🙂
hates sleeping "in" till 6am on Fridays-- then realizing it isn't enough time to get to mysore (tenley, not india) and my first class on time.
Is really excited to celebrate his ten year anniversary with Puja Sardana in Miami this weekend.
too sore for mysore.
In store for today: teach two classes, go on a looong, sweaty, gorgeous run. Pack for Miami. Clean. Smile.
creating and indentation on my couch whilst reading. And avoiding the urge to dance about sing "en benito a Miami" loudly.
DCA > MIA
did Mysore away from "home" for the first time. 🙂
MIA > DCA
has capital bikeshare all figured out. No excuses for no mysore as of the end of this week.
No one wants a teacher who doesn't practice. Off to Mysore.
Morning Mysore. I'm craving structure & discipline. 🙂
Can I move to India for a bit? Do they make student loans for that?
Three months or four months in India?
I bought 2 cartons of k-cups for my bedside coffee maker... Back to the grind with a full box of grinds. #mysore #sleepyyogi
Any clues on saving money on a flight to India? Bangalore, specifically.
My Steve Jobs Update: LSD User, India for enlightenment go-er, and a man who also thought that maybe "Thomas Edison did a lot more to improve the world than Karl Marx and Neem Kairolie Baba put together.â
Was reminded of MA Durga and the emphatic nature of fight, flight, or collapse via the strong guidance of Mike Graglia. Breathe deep, y'all.
Have y'all signed up for my mailing list? India's super far, and I wanna stay in touch! I promise, Facebook'll be here when you're done. 😉
http://midcityyoga.com/
http://midcityyoga.com/
Aaaaand the Shala confirmed my registration. Its all happening.
Funny, I lift by myself and practice in a group-- a change from three months ago. Before you (I) judge my lack of morning mysore practice, I have to remember that Urdhva Dhanurasana is not the only way to feel Kundalini rise-- and that I will miss my weightlifting whilst in mysore.
Bummer: Tomorrow's my last day practicing with David Keil (its been great). Silver Lining: on to Antonella Accinelli. 46 days till India.
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Today, I taught my last class of the year. It was also that last class before I leave for India. I'm going to miss my students... a lot.
Visa in hand, modified primary practiced (thanks for the company, Em), and now dinner with friends.
2012
Here we go!
It's 85 here in Mysore. Seeing the driver holding a sign with my name on it was enough to make me want to cry, but the dangerousness of the car ride into town was enough to make me smile big. Best of all? I got to stay at the Southern Star/ Regalis-- exactly as planned. Antonella Accinelli will be pleased I didn't have to sleep outside.
I have an hours worth of stories (minimum) and its not dark yet.
I spent a good chunk of today sitting with the tuk-tuks after the house Shiva showed me didn't do the trick. Is 16000 Rupees an okay price for a house I'm going to share with a stranger? Your guess is as good as mine.
I broke a tooth today! A trip to vist Dr Judith Pereira in Mysore for a fix and clean! Amazing grand total? 1100 Rupees... $22 dollars. She also said I was the politest American she had ever met and complimented my parents. She said I should be proud of them. Thanks, Mom!
I moved into a gorgeous house on the top of a hill today. Fuck the rupee cheating ttuk-tuk and jay! to Apu, my new tuktuk friend <3
Between my "Ganesh is my OMboy" tee (thanks Karuna!) and silver nosering (thanks Lauren!), the locals are warming up to me. It also might be that I keep showing up and smiling like a crazy. Whatever.
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Two things: 1.) I do not smell like America. 2.) This farmers tan is outta hand. ... I will be fixing both promptly.
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.
Navigating Mysore City is a daunting task. Fear not, with a copilot like Antonella, I fared well. The haul? A stove-top coffee maker, fisherman's pants, and "gym vests" (aka 4 bright and shiny tank tops) in hand. A warning: I am going to come home dressed like a yogi (I have a custom pair of 3/4 length pants being made). I am not done.
Making a list of things that I love whilst here in India became daunting (who has that much paper?). To whittle the list down a bit, we'll feature the letter "C".
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Tameka Elephanté let me pet her trunk.
for more of my adventures: please check out midcityyoga.com
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CONTAINS NO FRUMM
Trip to market combined with sari hunting == long walk home to Gokulum exploring. Thats one way to kill an afternoon. oof.
For the full story, please check out:
http://midcityyoga.com/michaeljoelhall/michael-in-mysore-chamundi-hill/
http://midcityyoga.com/michaeljoelhall/michael-in-mysore-chamundi-hill/
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Michael in #Mysore - Chamundi Hill. Featuring pictures, monkeys, temples, and steps!
http://midcityyoga.com/michaeljoelhall/michael-in-mysore-chamundi-hill/
http://midcityyoga.com/michaeljoelhall/michael-in-mysore-chamundi-hill/
Take a look, even if you don't care about stayin' fit 😉 #mysore #paleo
http://midcityyoga.com/paleo-lifestyle/6-sneaky-ways-to-stay-fit-abroad-india/
http://midcityyoga.com/paleo-lifestyle/6-sneaky-ways-to-stay-fit-abroad-india/
For my last month in Mysore, I'll be doing a 30 Day Photo Challenge -- a new picture from India every morning 🙂
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reframing: I still have 1/6 of my adventure left.
In Bangalore, waiting to pay for my overweight bag. We're both gonna need to hit the gym this week. Seriously: all my love for all to whom I've said "See ya soon." The adventure isn't over, here nor there.
The DC Hotel Pool list 😉
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I cannot remember the last time I travelled without my yoga mat... 10 days in silent meditation, coming up.
Take me home.
Roike's got his passport, I got my shala confirmation... India 2.0 is go-go-go!
Rocket Yoga: "Is it really ashtanga with... spirit fingers?" -- Lisa Kaneff by way of Julia Crantz. Come find out at Flow Yoga Center on Saturday at @ 2:30. Last time teaching 'til after India!
Oh, Mother India, I missed you deeply. Thanks for welcoming me home.
In the middle of a hippy-in-India stereotype. Nirvana works across multiple nationalities. Music trumps puns.
Scooting through Mysore with boy is equal parts romantic & terrifying. Sounds about right.
2013
"India, land of randomness, is where sweating the small stuff goes to die." ~ @[1448396464:2048:Karen Kelley] of http://journeytomysore.wordpress.com/
http://journeytomysore.wordpress.com/
http://journeytomysore.wordpress.com/
I miss Mysore, but we're ready to discover Goa. For better or worse, they're different worlds. We can do it.
I'm home, but my contacts are gone. Go figure.
Eventually I will have to crawl out of this sleeping bag and go explore West Virginia. Eventually.
Pranayama on the train. do-da, do-da.
Well, I better get to India quick. That December 1 acceptance to the shala won't fill itself.
Michael, Michael, & Mousika made it to Michigan.
Warhol Bridge. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
All this space & time on my hands! Who wants to learn Ashtanga? Mysore newbies, 2 months for $220. I leave for India on November 29th. Hurry!
If I had known I'd be out of work for October, I'd have gone to Mysore.
Our Hotel in Atlantic City!
British Airways.
✎ Essay · Personal Notes
Time Travel
Is it telling that I slept on the car ride from Bangalore to Mysore? The last two times, I was wide-eyed, heck, WILD-eyed, sitting on the edge of my seat. Not unlike my dear pooch Sebastian with his head out the window, I couldn't help…
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✎ Essay · Culture
Transportation and Communication, pt 1
I couldn't have been more frustrated. More people in India have mobile phones than running water-- and yet, here we were stopped in front of Sandesh the Prince -- another palace cum hotel, not a one of us with an address or telephone number for…
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Waking up at 3am for the next month and a half reminds me this is not vacation.
"Traveling down their own road, watching the signs as they go. Think I'll follow my heart (it's a very good place to start). "
Thinking of trying Mysore? Looking to get away? Join Peg Mulqueen and me in Costa Rica March 8-15. http://pegmulqueen.com/about/yoga-and-surf-retreat/
It's at the point in the trip where I put on pressed chinos and a tailored shirt in which to do nothing but take buzzfeed quizzes.
I'm a little worried about my flight home & the impending storm. The mat will likely be carry on.
Me & the Tiger
Really? 100% chance of snow on the day I land? Please send giod juujuu my way.
Castor oil bath, packed suitcases, and rain. Good night, Gokulum.
This morning is brought to you by the legendary Ms. Britney Spears. "You'll never know what you've got 'til it's gone."
Missed flight? Cafe mocha + Jack Daniels.
Tiger spotted in the wild. (not my photo!)
Okay, jet lag. It's 9:30.
I continue to inadvertently take a nap from 4 until 9. Then, from 10-1. And now it is 3 and my mysore alarm goes off. #jetlag
A full nights sleep. These pedestrian #jetlag posts can finally be retired.
On my way to the Osa.
What do you do when your puddle jumper shutters the door & boards up the plane?
San Jose, we meet again. Last 24 hours in this wonderful country.
Breath, Bandhas, Flight. Sunday, May 18. 11-1. Kali Yoga Studio. Columbia Heights, DC. The #sunsalutations and #transitions if #ashtanga #yoga
limin'& lunchin'
2001 passport pic. #tbt
Retweeted TTG⢠(@TheTanGay):
I need 6 month vacations twice a year.
I need 6 month vacations twice a year.
Gone campin'!
On our way to #westmorelandstatepark to go camping!
On our way to #westmorelandstatepark ! Camping with the boys!
Somebody likes camping! #charliegram
Camping with @mroike (@barmanmichael) and #charliegram
New camping spot is pretty great. Day 2 is such a pleasant surprise!
Welcome to the Outer Banks!
Costa Rican mud + Kermit the frog = OBX evening.
Last night in OBX.
Landed!
Eastern Market, #detroit edition.
Eastern Market, #detroit
Wise words from the #detroit river walk.
Bye, #Detroit!
We are taking the puppy all over MI this weekend 🙂
On vacation, Charlie gets to sleep in bed.
On vacation, Charlie gets to sleep in bed.
Home safe!
@klmairlinesusa #klmusa
@tara_lizbeth -- thinking of you from #philly
Good morning, Philly. You're kinda gorgeous,
Ruffin it. #westmorelandstatepark with #charliegram and @mroike
I love my man and #westmorelandstatepark
Bye, #westmorelandstatepark -- we love you, cabin 7!
2015
I came in and did primary, as one does before travel. Before long, the room was filled with heroes. Capes, masks. Justice League.
Six weeks down the rabbit hole.
Next stop, Bengaluru. Doha, Qatar for now.
Early morning in the Middle East.
What do you call cheese made for flights?
What do you call cheese made for flights?
I love Zoe so much. My soft landing spot in her & Scott's puja room.
Set Dosa is life.
India edition #untilifindyou
Retweeted Emma O'Neill (@EmmaONeillYoga):
My adventures today w @michaeljoelhall at Easy Day! India's answer to Walmart. Bought a basketball toâ¦
My adventures today w @michaeljoelhall at Easy Day! India's answer to Walmart. Bought a basketball toâ¦
Hanuman temple at the mysore palace.
Retweeted Emma O'Neill (@EmmaONeillYoga):
Hanuman Temple w @michaeljoelhall followed by an epic day in #India! #mysore #temple #epic #gratefulâ¦
Hanuman Temple w @michaeljoelhall followed by an epic day in #India! #mysore #temple #epic #gratefulâ¦
Vishnu Bhavan hotel. Small chai. Sneaky selfie.
Vishnu Bhavan hotel. Small chai. Sneaky selfie.
Adventures on the back of a scooter.
Charging my phone for pictures and GPS. Going on an epic scoot to somnathpur. Send me luck.
7 figures. #kamasutra
Caught a picture of this gorgeous bird mid-flight as I crossed the bridge.
I love my monkey friends. I'll be home soon-- with bananas.
Tippu Express to Bangalore.
Bangalore âï¸âï¸ Goa
A beautiful morning on the Arabian Sea. #Candolim is beautiful.
Hidden under the canopy of trees on the way down to casa baptista.
More Goan Sunset
Our usual spot at #petesshack.
Not so sneaky temple in #anjuna.
Ships.
Everyone.
Arambol was a bit windy.
Night market in Arpora with @ashtangee and @emmaoneill
The view of the moon next to the dance floor.
Saturday Night Market. #arpora
What to pick? Hand made amazingness.
Unexpected fireworks.
A shoe tree! Happy Easter!
Happy Easter from Goa!
Mapsua market getting set up. A #mansionhouse sign for @mroike
Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):
He's home! @michaeljoelhall
He's home! @michaeljoelhall
India to home. Japanese trees smile at me. Spring in the District.
Gone camping!
Charlie is livin' for Rehoboth!
I guess we are too!
Revoke Trump's 60 year lease of the Old Post Office Building. Sign the petetion!
https://www.change.org/p/ask-dc-council-and-gsa-to-act-revoke-60-year-federal-lease-to-trump-international-hotel-to-trump-organization-for-the-old-post-office-building-block-bigoted-racist-businesses-from-operating-in-dc?recruiter=335914419&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=share_twitter_responsive
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I love #westmorelandstatepark. #shakeitoff
A wonderful Labor Day on the roof of the Embassy Row hotel celebrating a friends birthday.
Kayak adventure that almost wasn't.
If you find yourself in Goa...
Tickets to Goa.
I want to take Charlie & the kayak to Goa
The great question: do I get my hair cut here, or wait to do it in Goa...
I am officially inside some wormhole parallel universe of my life. I love Rolf, Marci, and Goa.
Christmas carols are happening. Indian woman singing "Rudolph the red nose reindeer"
Gem shopping. Like you do.
I am winning at Christmas.
Beach shacks. Turkish belly dancing. Trouble.
Arambol; note the day moon
Just visiting.
Things are just okay.
Lagoon in #Arambol.
Climbing to the top of a smoking mountain with a new friend.
A little before midnight mass.
My Christmas tree.
The view from vagator.
Welcome to paradise.
That sign gets it.
2016
Egg Puff: (part of a) Breakfast of champions.
Shave + Avocado/Egg Yolk/Coco Oil face mask + Hair Cut
Shave (at home) + avocado/egg yolk/coco oil mask (home made!) + hair cut
A quick pic from the #anjunafleamarket -- do you see what I see?
I love my bionic eyes, but I do sorta miss my glasses. Also; there is no thali like three sisters thali.
I need to dress my Goan best.
npr.orgEl Paso prosecutor resigns after facing accusations of incompetenceEl Paso County District Attorney Yvonne Rosales agreed to resign. She faced accusations of incompetence involving hundreds of cases and of slowing down the case against the suspected Walmart shooter.I mean, it's cool. Beach cows, man 😉
Spot the water Baba.
You can lead a camel to water...
Sorry, Franswa. Arambol is lovely.
Sunsets and lantern light. Vagator.
Serving you Portugal.
Panjim at night.
Not the kind of wild turkey I'm familiar with.
Bumbleing around the village.
Walking down from @jrene01 to my swamp.
Kovalam lighthouse.
Trivandrum âï¸âï¸ Doha âï¸âï¸
ð Doha âï¸âï¸ DC
ð Doha âï¸âï¸ DC
The view from the flight.
The view from the flight.
Oh my god, I forgot how comfortable my bed is. Charlie and I may never get up.
It is almost 9 and I still haven't had coffee. This is the most freakish jetlag I've ever had.
The SS Samasthithi's maiden voyage!
The first of many adventures for Charlie & Skipper on the SS Samasthithi!
Well. It's time to go home.
Spent time in Philly's Gayborhood yesterday-- sissy that cross walk.
One last collage.
Getting enlightened at the Barnes Foundation.
Oh my word, I love Philly.
Adventures on Makara.
A new view!
As most of you know, I *love* playing tour guide!
After a weekend of camping and visiting my parents.... Read about one of my happy places. -- Virginiaâs Lost History - NYTimes.com
http://mobile.nytimes.com/2012/11/25/travel/virginias-lost-history.html
http://mobile.nytimes.com/2012/11/25/travel/virginias-lost-history.html
Charlie explored hard.
On our way to Chicago!
White Girl Rose-- signs of the Midwest.
Saw Deborah Cox and La Bouche, ate pizza, danced my ass off in front of a 7-11. Won a game of twister on stage sponsored by a bathhouse. Chicago Market Days complete.
Part 2. Twister in Chicago 😉
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TEAMWORK 24/7 MEN'S GYM & BATHHOUSE
STEAMWORKS
TEAMWORK 24/7 MEN'S GYM & BATHHOUSE
Tomorrow at 1:30-- explore the dynamic, the stillness, the flight & the fun 🙂
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Omw 2 Renn Faire
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At the airport: flight 69 is headed to San Fransisco, because of course.
First time flying and flight to TO was delayed over an hour. Great weather, no congestion. Gonna miss the group trip to Niagra. Bummer.
Adventures in Canada.
To all of my friends who might be holding on to 500 and 1000 rupee notes⦠you have a few months before they are demonetized.
http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/news/currency-notes-rs-500-1000-cease-to-be-legal-tender/article9320586.ece
http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/news/currency-notes-rs-500-1000-cease-to-be-legal-tender/article9320586.ece
Leaving for Goa in less than two weeks. Time with beloved teachers, adventures, and solitude.
Is 80L overkill for a hiking backpack?
Anyway, listen: my bag was packed three days before my flight. I want a drink and a god damned medal.
Bye bye for now, Moscow!
I arrived in Delhi only to find the ATMs all out of money and a shutdown all over at the city.
Folks were taking to the streets in protest, and all of the monuments would be closed.
I couldn't get to my hotel by rickshaw or car.... So at 5am, I took a car to Agra.
Folks were taking to the streets in protest, and all of the monuments would be closed.
I couldn't get to my hotel by rickshaw or car.... So at 5am, I took a car to Agra.
Change your perspective.
Repping the home team at the Taj.
Sunset in Udaipur. Famous for it's lakes and palaces.... And Octopussy!
The view from my hotel at Baba Palace of the Jagdesh Temple.
Listening and watching aarti at the Jagdesh temple from my window in the Baba Palace. Practice on cold marble. Good morning, Udaipur.
Sunrise in Udaipur.
A charming elephant repping Surya the sun god.
The entrance to the City Palace of Udaipur.
The view from the palace on the lake.
This is the elephant in the Jagdesh temple-- he's looking over at my hotel. Not pictured: me on the roof eating a veg sizzler.
I walk until I get hungry & then buy street food. While puri always tastes the same, every samosa is different!
When you sneak out of the airport -- the joys of being gone for 2 months with only a carry-on -- and find a Starbucks to do work. Mumb-buh-bye. Fun facts: they don't take American gift cards (they have their own!) // they play Christmas music // m Americano was great // spelled "Mike" perfectly
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Just how things Goa 'round here.
Home sweet home for the next little bit.
Obligatory beach selfie, from little Vagator.
The obligatory sunset shot. You were waiting, of course.
There's a calypso band with an Indian singer doing a cover of "Cheap Thrills" --
Got a case of Beaver Fever-- en route to the Chapora pharmacy to sort this out.
Shiva in the Sand, Little Vagtor. Rolf's friend carved it. Dope.
2017
I couldn't handle the cuteness. Elephant teapot wifi server.
A selfie for mom 🙂
Leaving the drum circle...
Something tells me I won't find a Slurpee at this 7-11.
Arambol makes me want to lead a week long retreat in Goa.
This tiny cat tho.
Thought I bought a scone-- turned out to be a cream filled pastry. I gotta learn to read Russian.
Sunset, surf, and snacks.
2017 Travel List: Tampa, Austin, NYC, LA, Toronto
Today, I visited the best tailor in Goa (thanks, Trip Advisor!)
Selfies at the petrol pump.
I'm having an incredible time, don't get me wrong... But I'm so ready to be home. I love and miss my friends and blood/yoga/work family. xxoo
Cats meow side.
Selfies on the chapora bridge.
Tomato Onion Cheese Uttappam in Mapusa after the market.
Goa âï¸ Delhi âï¸ Doha âï¸ Dulles ð DCA(as in DC Ashtanga)
There is snow and ice on my scooter. We ain't in Goa anymore, I reckon.
Good morning, DC! My people are on the water, but soon I'll be in the air!
Lived my Toronto dreams.
On my scooter: I exited the city via the 9th street tunnel and returned on the 14th street bridge. Saw my favorite paddle board/canoe spot from a different vantage point. I love this city.
I've made it to NOLA
Come through, NOLA.
Woman run this town.
Visiting another swamp.
French Quarter True Life
Madris gras world.
Casual mardis gras
Meanwhile in New Orleans.
Swept out in the swamp.
New Orleans, man.
Five days in the south and "jalepeño" becomes "halahpeenya"
I love flying @porter -- the flight attendants knew the gayborhood, Kiki'd about gentrification, and helped me sor…
Was I ever really 23? The Hotel Helix is now Mason & Rook, she's a doctor and a mother twice over, and I'm... 34. #fbf
Was I ever really 23? The Hotel Helix is now Mason & Rook, she's a doctor, and I'm... 34. #fbf
Was I ever really 23? The Hotel Helix is now Mason & Rook, she's a doctor, and I'm... 34. #fbf
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I'm so into Toronto's Whole Foods. Here for Canada's 150th Birthday (that's what we're telling people, eh?)
That moment when you realize that the treadmill is in kilometers and not miles and you have a ways further to go-- o! Canada! ð
Because Toronto
There was some rubber duckie controversy.
Not my hat-- just my life.
Outside of the military surplus in Kensington.
Glad to be back in my city.
Like you do, @kayemjay1000 -- Kazalicious J thinks that this other heaux is named Barb-- we agree that she a middle aged divorcee who likes gettin' turnt and black dudes. She did NOT get the kids, but did get the house and that alimony because she waited out dat MFin prenup.
Thinking about my Indian Christmas.
Preparing for travel at the @kingfisher1414 â lets go #mjhtravel2017-8
Caught my last dawn of 2017 in DC.
âOld is Goldâ #mjhtravel2017
Adventures in Panjimâ the capital of Goa. Saw Star Wars ð
Caught dawn this morning on Vagator Hill.
In between Anjuna and Vagator, a lovely little steeple.
Scooter hair and new sunglasses— two of my absolute favorite “little things” about my time abroad. After watching Atomic Blonde on the plane, 👁 knew 👁 was due for a pair just like these.
Scooter hair and new sunglassesâ two of my absolute favorite âlittle thingsâ about my time abroad. After watching Atomic Blonde on the plane, Iï¸ knew Iï¸ was due for a pair just like these.
Settling in. I didnât realize it, but my hammokâs colors match Goaâs football teamâs colors.
Sunset in Chapora.
I was tricked. Mumbai's full moon is fucking Tuesday.
I was tricked. Mumbai's full moon is fucking Tuesday.
2018
It's 75° warmer here than at home and Iâm still a little too cold. ð¤âï¸ð
I've been abroad for the most recent conversations regarding the changing landscape of yoga in DC. We're seeing an unbelievable rise in yoga chains in DC-- Yoga District, Yoga Works, Down Dog, The Georgetown Yoga/Shaw/Dupont Conglomo, Yoga Heights, and Corepower. What does it mean for those who are highly trained and highly skilled to have chains expanding? What does it mean for those who want access to a contemplative practices and philosophy sets that goes back a few thousand years? What does it mean for those who don't know any of that and teach fitness with curated playlists under a homophone? Meg is interested in ensuring that modern postural yoga doesn't go the way of Lombrusco.
Fridays in Goa
Oh boy.
Panjim >> Mysore
Panjim >> Mysore
The cost of gold. 22kt life.
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To my London friends! My teacher will be visiting!
I miss Toronto.
The Gods of Indic history are known by a variety of their names based on their cycles of rebirth - I canât help but feel affinity- I'm Mike, Skippy, Mikey, and Michael here. I feel indescribably blessed to have an overlapping and overflowing community of friends who know *me* and call me by my name. Here we are, NYC.
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New Classes!! 3 new days to catch me, at my first regular public drop-in classes in over a year.
Join me at the hippest new hotel in the city with the MOST fabulous and chill yoga room— the Eaton Workshop:
Tuesday:
12-1
Wednesday:
1:30-2:30
5:30-6:30p
Thursday:
1:30-2:30
Classes are $11!
Join me at the hippest new hotel in the city with the MOST fabulous and chill yoga room— the Eaton Workshop:
Tuesday:
12-1
Wednesday:
1:30-2:30
5:30-6:30p
Thursday:
1:30-2:30
Classes are $11!
Did you hear about my new teaching residence? Iâm teaching led group classes at the Eaton â a place whose core values are aligned strongly with my own. Learn more about it here!
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It's been some time since this Christmas in Mysore. Hearts and minds connected through time and space.
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Hey yoga fam-- any last Vegas recommendations for one of my fave friends and students?
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FEB 11, 2019
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Kiki the big yogi
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Karuna Maze
36 mins • 2
•••
After picking up a pre-order at Wal-Mart (the service, BTW,
is amazing!), I waited for the bus on a dingy block sporting a
brass-and-glass furniture mart, wig shop, and ubiquitous
liquor store. Nice weather, so lots of guys hanging out on the
corner smoking, talking. Moms hustling kids along the
crosswalk at a light that's too short—"Vamos! Vamos!" An
elderly neighbor spotted me from across the street, waving
his arms and shouting "Hi!" Another neighbor, who is
mentally disabled, picked up and smoked a cigarette butt off
the sidewalk, saw me, said "Heeeyyy" then excitedly told me
all about his trip to Cleveland. And there I was, with my light
complexion and Anthro dress, fitting right in with the fabric
of America.
It's just as easy to strike up a conversation with a person who
looks/dresses/acts nothing like you as it is to hide behind a
screen and rant racist asshole venom. Choose the former.
Karuna Maze
36 mins • 2
•••
After picking up a pre-order at Wal-Mart (the service, BTW,
is amazing!), I waited for the bus on a dingy block sporting a
brass-and-glass furniture mart, wig shop, and ubiquitous
liquor store. Nice weather, so lots of guys hanging out on the
corner smoking, talking. Moms hustling kids along the
crosswalk at a light that's too short—"Vamos! Vamos!" An
elderly neighbor spotted me from across the street, waving
his arms and shouting "Hi!" Another neighbor, who is
mentally disabled, picked up and smoked a cigarette butt off
the sidewalk, saw me, said "Heeeyyy" then excitedly told me
all about his trip to Cleveland. And there I was, with my light
complexion and Anthro dress, fitting right in with the fabric
of America.
It's just as easy to strike up a conversation with a person who
looks/dresses/acts nothing like you as it is to hide behind a
screen and rant racist asshole venom. Choose the former.
I am so excited. wanna?
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wanna?
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Jivamukti Yoga Center
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Rolf&
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Wed 7/31, Thur 8/1, Fri 8/2
Mysore 5:30-7:30am
Workshops 7:30-9:30am
Contact rimagoa@gmail.com
wanna?
soukofrima_
Jivamukti Yoga Center
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Rolf&
Marci @
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Wed 7/31, Thur 8/1, Fri 8/2
Mysore 5:30-7:30am
Workshops 7:30-9:30am
Contact rimagoa@gmail.com
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karmaastrology The Moon is currently in the asterism
known Ashlesha, or "The Entwiner." It will be here until it
enters Leo around 10:45 am NY time. Ashlesha gives off a
serpentine energy which brings us closer to our deep
reptilian nature. Therefore, tonight is a time to act
methodically and be wary of the desire to inflict venom into
our adversaries. This is a great time to practice yoga or
other energy sciences.
-Love to all
#astrology #astrologer #vedicastrology
Santa Fe, New Mexico
aKARMAASTROLOCY
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T Liked by gratefulweirdo and 3 others
karmaastrology The Moon is currently in the asterism
known Ashlesha, or "The Entwiner." It will be here until it
enters Leo around 10:45 am NY time. Ashlesha gives off a
serpentine energy which brings us closer to our deep
reptilian nature. Therefore, tonight is a time to act
methodically and be wary of the desire to inflict venom into
our adversaries. This is a great time to practice yoga or
other energy sciences.
-Love to all
#astrology #astrologer #vedicastrology
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As some of you know, I'm headed to the cloud forest of Ecuador, outside of Quito. If you were ask me why, I'd tell you to "plant some trees. "
The trees and the planet are trending right now, aren't they? Maybe because the whole world is burning and things are about to get really fucked. Thats likely. But, thats not why I'm headed down there.
Yes, I'll tell you I'm going to Ecuador to plant some trees... but the truth is, I'm going down to do whatever the hell it is Kristen is doing.
For a good long time now, I've been in the business of earnestly learning from her. It's been a good choice on my end to value her knowledge... I truly don't know what I'd be if I hadn't made that choice long ago.
You can get in on this, too.
Here's the deal: you don't have to go plant trees-- for $18 a month, you'll help Kristen plant a lot of trees. And you'll get some yoga videos. Good karma stuff all around. She called the Pateron level "Karma Yogi" for a reason, and it makes me smile.
On top of the good vibes and some chocolate, you'll also get some yoga and recipe videos. Like this one. I teach ashtavakrasana very similarly to KK-- it would make sense, of course. She taught me how to teach it.
Go sign up. Get some yoga videos. Save the planet.
Tell people you're saving the planet. You're helping. And you will be.
Or don't tell anyone and just do it for yoga videos... your money will still fund the trees.
Or, be like me, and donate and tell everyone and still try and get some clout and maybe you'll never watch the videos but you'll at least in some small way be able to give back and you're gonna do it because it honors your teachers.
<3
The trees and the planet are trending right now, aren't they? Maybe because the whole world is burning and things are about to get really fucked. Thats likely. But, thats not why I'm headed down there.
Yes, I'll tell you I'm going to Ecuador to plant some trees... but the truth is, I'm going down to do whatever the hell it is Kristen is doing.
For a good long time now, I've been in the business of earnestly learning from her. It's been a good choice on my end to value her knowledge... I truly don't know what I'd be if I hadn't made that choice long ago.
You can get in on this, too.
Here's the deal: you don't have to go plant trees-- for $18 a month, you'll help Kristen plant a lot of trees. And you'll get some yoga videos. Good karma stuff all around. She called the Pateron level "Karma Yogi" for a reason, and it makes me smile.
On top of the good vibes and some chocolate, you'll also get some yoga and recipe videos. Like this one. I teach ashtavakrasana very similarly to KK-- it would make sense, of course. She taught me how to teach it.
Go sign up. Get some yoga videos. Save the planet.
Tell people you're saving the planet. You're helping. And you will be.
Or don't tell anyone and just do it for yoga videos... your money will still fund the trees.
Or, be like me, and donate and tell everyone and still try and get some clout and maybe you'll never watch the videos but you'll at least in some small way be able to give back and you're gonna do it because it honors your teachers.
<3
Iâve got a flight into Atlanta at 9am tomorrow (Friday) and out at 6pm. Hive mind: Suggestions?
Quito Airport Hotel Suites
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https://www.yogajournal.com/practice/a-sequence-for-political-resilience
About ten years ago, i set a goal for myself to be on the cover of yoga journal. Today, i made it to the homepage.
10 years in, I think that's about right. Time and dreams change. Markers of success evolve.
Back then, I imagined that my perfect form and smiling face would make a valuable representation -- and mark an internal validation.
As practice is wont to, I eventually had a realization: I could do better. I wanted to share something more substantive than just form. The marker for validation had shifted dramticay.
I wanted to share some part of what practice had shared with me-- something that has helped me grow and thrive and that I have seen do the same for others time and time again.
Well, here we are. I talk about resilience. I share a modified primary series. I tried to use explicit language so as to maximize value and minimize confusion. .
I'm honored and thrilled. Simply in existing, it represents those who might feel marginalized.
I'm out, I'm queer, and I'm big. I'm a yoga practitioner who shares a powerful and potent practice steeped in tradition and that has a veracious efficacy.
I hope you find it useful, for yourself or for others
About ten years ago, i set a goal for myself to be on the cover of yoga journal. Today, i made it to the homepage.
10 years in, I think that's about right. Time and dreams change. Markers of success evolve.
Back then, I imagined that my perfect form and smiling face would make a valuable representation -- and mark an internal validation.
As practice is wont to, I eventually had a realization: I could do better. I wanted to share something more substantive than just form. The marker for validation had shifted dramticay.
I wanted to share some part of what practice had shared with me-- something that has helped me grow and thrive and that I have seen do the same for others time and time again.
Well, here we are. I talk about resilience. I share a modified primary series. I tried to use explicit language so as to maximize value and minimize confusion. .
I'm honored and thrilled. Simply in existing, it represents those who might feel marginalized.
I'm out, I'm queer, and I'm big. I'm a yoga practitioner who shares a powerful and potent practice steeped in tradition and that has a veracious efficacy.
I hope you find it useful, for yourself or for others
https://www.yogajournal.com/practice/a-sequence-for-political-resilience
About ten years ago, i set a goal for myself to be on the cover of yoga journal. Today, i made it to the homepage.
10 years in, I think that's about right. Time and dreams change. Markers of success evolve.
Back then, I imagined that my perfect form and smiling face would make a valuable representation -- and mark an internal validation.
As practice is wont to, I eventually had a realization: I could do better. I wanted to share something more substantive than just form. The marker for validation had shifted dramticay.
I wanted to share some part of what practice had shared with me-- something that has helped me grow and thrive and that I have seen do the same for others time and time again.
Well, here we are. I talk about resilience. I share a modified primary series. I tried to use explicit language so as to maximize value and minimize confusion. .
I'm honored and thrilled. Simply in existing, it represents those who might feel marginalized.
I'm out, I'm queer, and I'm big. I'm a yoga practitioner. What I've shared is what I know to be a powerful and potent practice steeped in tradition and that has a veracious efficacy.
I hope you find it useful, for yourself or for others
About ten years ago, i set a goal for myself to be on the cover of yoga journal. Today, i made it to the homepage.
10 years in, I think that's about right. Time and dreams change. Markers of success evolve.
Back then, I imagined that my perfect form and smiling face would make a valuable representation -- and mark an internal validation.
As practice is wont to, I eventually had a realization: I could do better. I wanted to share something more substantive than just form. The marker for validation had shifted dramticay.
I wanted to share some part of what practice had shared with me-- something that has helped me grow and thrive and that I have seen do the same for others time and time again.
Well, here we are. I talk about resilience. I share a modified primary series. I tried to use explicit language so as to maximize value and minimize confusion. .
I'm honored and thrilled. Simply in existing, it represents those who might feel marginalized.
I'm out, I'm queer, and I'm big. I'm a yoga practitioner. What I've shared is what I know to be a powerful and potent practice steeped in tradition and that has a veracious efficacy.
I hope you find it useful, for yourself or for others
I’ve been in Peru.
in imageI've been in Peru.
Caught the 9th inning at TGI Fridayâs in Lima. Go local sports team!
dreaming goa dreams
Yoga retreat to Montanita, Ecuador. Curious? 6-days, affordable, with additional excursions. Mid-late April. Into it? Reply here for super early bird pricing.
GO TO @MONTANITAESTATES TO SEE THE VENUE.
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THE VENUE.
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ME Hotel & Villas - Montanita Estates
THE VENUE.
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ME Hotel & Villas - Montanita Estates
2020
A little pic from "People for Animals"-- India's largest animal welfare organization...about 7 years ago
7 years ago from “People for Animals” —
India’s largest animal welfare organization.
India’s largest animal welfare organization.
in image7 years ago
from "People for Animals" -
India's largest animal
welfare organization.
from "People for Animals" -
India's largest animal
welfare organization.
Join me in Ecuadorâ April 13-19!
https://www.montanitaestates.com/2020-april-yoga-retreat.html
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Guysâ early bird pricing lasts another weekâ but the flights are the lowest Iâve seen at $320. Hit me up for deets.
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Are you looking for support in your yoga practice?
Let me help you establish (or re-establish!) a practice to which you are committed, with tools that are science-backed, respectful of their origins, and effective.
The Functional Ashtanga Training program is an organized collection of the most potent approaches I have found after two decades of travelling the planet, seeking out the most realized teachers I could find.
I’d like to share with you what I’ve learned.
The early bird commitment incentive ($500 off!) ends 7/31.
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Let me help you establish (or re-establish!) a practice to which you are committed, with tools that are science-backed, respectful of their origins, and effective.
The Functional Ashtanga Training program is an organized collection of the most potent approaches I have found after two decades of travelling the planet, seeking out the most realized teachers I could find.
I’d like to share with you what I’ve learned.
The early bird commitment incentive ($500 off!) ends 7/31.
Link in bio, and space is limited.
2021
Its that time of year again: resolution season. When you work in spiritual communities, gymnasiums, and/or wellness centers, you can't miss it.
Being aware of it doesn't mean that I've had to engage in it; I've typically been abroad, studying with my teachers during this pivotal time of transformation. I reckon what I've had come across my desk this time of year is more the "run-off"-- how it impacts those in my communities. Over the years, I've been struck by the dichotomy of response: managers and studio owners were thrilled to see rookies and wayward weekend warriors returning, while many yoga teachers themselves found that their progress in creating community was often frustratingly glutted by folks who lacked commitment, thereby "taking away from" the more committed practitioners.
Woof.
It's so easy to see both sides of it, and so easy to look down one's nose at so much associated with this malarky: conflating yoga with "getting fit", the pressure to be anti-fat, and of course all of the other dogwhistles things out there that say "you're not good enough."
I'll say it again: woof. But, it doesn't have to be this way inside of the lab of our own teachings and practices.
Come see more of my thoughts on this, and how to approach this season as both a professional and a practitioner, over at FunctionalAshtanga.com
Being aware of it doesn't mean that I've had to engage in it; I've typically been abroad, studying with my teachers during this pivotal time of transformation. I reckon what I've had come across my desk this time of year is more the "run-off"-- how it impacts those in my communities. Over the years, I've been struck by the dichotomy of response: managers and studio owners were thrilled to see rookies and wayward weekend warriors returning, while many yoga teachers themselves found that their progress in creating community was often frustratingly glutted by folks who lacked commitment, thereby "taking away from" the more committed practitioners.
Woof.
It's so easy to see both sides of it, and so easy to look down one's nose at so much associated with this malarky: conflating yoga with "getting fit", the pressure to be anti-fat, and of course all of the other dogwhistles things out there that say "you're not good enough."
I'll say it again: woof. But, it doesn't have to be this way inside of the lab of our own teachings and practices.
Come see more of my thoughts on this, and how to approach this season as both a professional and a practitioner, over at FunctionalAshtanga.com
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in imageYoga with @heard.dc at @yourstrulyhotel with @districtdrams flow by @michaeljoelhall
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Flying home. Back in studio 3/1/22. Gonna miss Mom & Dad, but looking forward to seeing *you*.
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earlier this week … and I’m back in dc.
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In burnout cultures, people are
judged by the sacrifices they make.
Hobbies, vacations, and even family
time are viewed as distractions to
penalize.
In healthy cultures, people are
judged by the commitments they
keep. Interests outside work are
seen as passions to celebrate.
@adamgrant
work/yoga vibes
@AdamMGrant
In burnout cultures, people are
judged by the sacrifices they make.
Hobbies, vacations, and even family
time are viewed as distractions to
penalize.
In healthy cultures, people are
judged by the commitments they
keep. Interests outside work are
seen as passions to celebrate.
@adamgrant
work/yoga vibes
in imageHan Olliver
@hanolliver
My text conversations with friends have
the same three weeks delay as early
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steamboat
3:28 PM • 2022-09-29 • Twitter for iPhone
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@cheerful_nihilism
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My text conversations with friends have
the same three weeks delay as early
1800s century letters traveling via
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in imageClarence Thomas not only
accepted free vacations from
a GOP donor, he also
supported the Citizens United
ruling and insisted that
SCOTUS overturn all rules that
require transparency in
political spending.
@rbreich
accepted free vacations from
a GOP donor, he also
supported the Citizens United
ruling and insisted that
SCOTUS overturn all rules that
require transparency in
political spending.
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1 month virtual
10 days in Mexico
Continued Mentorship
10 days in Mexico
Continued Mentorship
in imageASHTANGATECH •
TEACHING IMMERSION
JAN 2 - FEB 12 • 2024
with MICHAEL, HEATHER, & CORY
@michaeljoelhall
1 month virtual
10 days in Mexico
Continued Mentorship
TEACHING IMMERSION
JAN 2 - FEB 12 • 2024
with MICHAEL, HEATHER, & CORY
@michaeljoelhall
1 month virtual
10 days in Mexico
Continued Mentorship
in imagePresence is key
When you step into that yoga room, you gotta be fully present with your students.
When you step into that yoga room, you gotta be fully present with your students.
My whole life is vacation practice tbh
in imageNot currently trying to advance my practice
Not currently trying to advance my practice But instead working on what I want to maintain My whole life is vacation practice tbh
Not currently trying to advance my practice But instead working on what I want to maintain My whole life is vacation practice tbh
@ada_moves_plants
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Please note that this is not frosted glass
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@michaeljoemhall @michaelgeovanni @ada_moves_plants GANG • DOS OJOS CENOTE, TULUM, MEXICO
📍 DOS OJOS CENOTE, TULUM, MEXICO
@michaeljoemhall @michaelgeovanni @ada_moves_plants GANG • DOS OJOS CENOTE, TULUM, MEXICO
you see it you get me
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you see it you get me
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mexico fucking nailed it with food man
they were just like here's a tortilla,
meat, & cheese. the tortilla's open. u
like that? uh oh, remix, now it's closed.
still delicious. unreal
a.i2vio,
SONTMIIYC
@moistbuddha
@randypaint
mexico fucking nailed it with food man
they were just like here's a tortilla,
meat, & cheese. the tortilla's open. u
like that? uh oh, remix, now it's closed.
still delicious. unreal
a.i2vio,
SONTMIIYC
@moistbuddha
Alabama, y’all.
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Alabama, y'all.
PARKING
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Alabama, y'all.
✎ Essay · Practice
Lessons from Led Intermediate
In the world of Ashtanga, the road to Led Intermediate is a unique and transformative journey. It's a path that offers profound lessons—lessons that reflect our mindset, challenge our limitations, and encourage us to embrace the long view.
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✎ Essay · Practice
Mysore Yoga Explained: A Complete Guide
Interested in the unique Mysore method for Ashtanga yoga practice? Dive into our article to discover the essence of this transformative approach. Mysore style offers a personalized, self-paced practice where you'll receive individualized guidance from experienced instructors. This method empowers you to build a strong foundation, deepen your practice, and foster a lasting connection with yoga. Explore the enriching world of Mysore Ashtanga through our article and embrace a path of self-discovery and growth. Read on to unlock the secrets of this traditional yet highly effective yoga practice.
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✎ Essay · Practice
Ashtanga for Beginners
Are you new to yoga or curious about Ashtanga's transformative potential? Discover the profound benefits of Ashtanga yoga for beginners in our article. This practice offers an accessible entry point for those starting their yoga journey. From enhanced flexibility to mental clarity, Ashtanga empowers you to embrace a holistic approach to wellness. Dive into our article and explore why Ashtanga can be your perfect introduction to the world of yoga, bringing vitality and balance to your life. Start your journey today!
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Feb 2-12. 10 days in Mexico. Link in bio.
in imageFeb 2-12. 10 days in Mexico. Link in
bio.
@casa_soham
bio.
@casa_soham
Join me in Mexico
Feb 2-8
Feb 2-8
in imageJoin me in Mexico
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Rooms start at just $1400
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O COME ON RETREAT
O COME ON RETREAT
shala cubierto.
message me if you wanna come on retreat.
feb 2-8
message me if you wanna come on retreat.
feb 2-8
in imageshala cubierto.
message me if you wanna come on
retreat.
feb 2-8
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message me if you wanna come on
retreat.
feb 2-8
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2024
Cory’s sharing more over on his substack. A great lens into the difference between a retreat and a pilgrimage. @the_spiritual_pilgrim
in imageAA
& spiritualpilgrim.substack.com
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The Spiritual Pilgrim
Upgrade
=
all its torms, yogasana (postural practice),
devotion, and Buddhism—it's all yoga. So, it's
offered differently than a yoga retreat as it's not
really a vacation in the traditional sense of
"getting away from it all", but rather an experience
that is cultivated to challenge us on various levels
that are highly dependent on each individuals life
experience. I've seen it serve as such a positive
force for growth and transformation in the lives of
those who join us and that energizes me to
continue the work.
Cory's sharing more over on his
substack. A great lens into the
difference between a retreat and a
pilgrimage.
Bthe_spiritual_pilgrim
& spiritualpilgrim.substack.com
C
The Spiritual Pilgrim
Upgrade
=
all its torms, yogasana (postural practice),
devotion, and Buddhism—it's all yoga. So, it's
offered differently than a yoga retreat as it's not
really a vacation in the traditional sense of
"getting away from it all", but rather an experience
that is cultivated to challenge us on various levels
that are highly dependent on each individuals life
experience. I've seen it serve as such a positive
force for growth and transformation in the lives of
those who join us and that energizes me to
continue the work.
Cory's sharing more over on his
substack. A great lens into the
difference between a retreat and a
pilgrimage.
Bthe_spiritual_pilgrim
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We're here!
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@smashigram
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✎ Essay · Science and Tech
Navigating Overtraining in Ashtanga Yoga: Signs, Solutions, and Self-Care
We’ve all been there, haven’t we? You dive headfirst into the wonderland of Ashtanga Yoga, blissfully aware of the transformative power of each pose—until one day, the thought of stepping onto your mat feels more like a chore than a joy. Overtraining can sneak up…
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✎ Essay · Science and Tech
Getting Great: Adaptive Resistance and Isokinetic Training: Optimizing Muscle Growth and Fat Loss
Ever wonder how that gym buddy of yours keeps sculpting their physique while juggling a dozen other life commitments? For this Ashtanga yoga practitioner, the secret sauce often lies in mixing the right ingredients of training modalities and intensities. I‘ve been particularly partial to adaptive…
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to beat the toxic employment trap of conventional yoga studios, demand the following:
in imageto beat the toxic
employment trap of
conventional yoga studios,
demand the following:
Robert Reich
@RBReich
Why do you appreciate unions?
I'll start:
Weekends off
Paid vacations
Work breaks
Sick leave
Paid holidays
No child labor
Safer working conditions
Health care and retirement benefits
ICh
employment trap of
conventional yoga studios,
demand the following:
Robert Reich
@RBReich
Why do you appreciate unions?
I'll start:
Weekends off
Paid vacations
Work breaks
Sick leave
Paid holidays
No child labor
Safer working conditions
Health care and retirement benefits
ICh
✎ Essay · Culture
Financial Equity for Yoga Teachers: Building Sustainable Business Models
Lets define equity, shall we? The financial challenges that many yoga teachers face have been an enduring issue within the industry. For years, teachers have struggled to earn livable wages, often working long hours with little job security, no benefits, and limited opportunities for growth.…
Read the essay →Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
in imageLOVE is LOVE
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
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@karen karel
@jodi scheel
@michaeljoelhall
• AGAVE AZUL AT ROSEWOOD MAYAKOBA
@karen karel
@jodi scheel
@michaeljoelhall
• AGAVE AZUL AT ROSEWOOD MAYAKOBA
DC Crew
Mayan Mysore Adventure
🦄 “Your vibe begets your tribe.”
Mayan Mysore Adventure
🦄 “Your vibe begets your tribe.”
in imageDC Crew
Mayan Mysore Adventure
:®
"Your vibe begets your
tribe."
Mayan Mysore Adventure
:®
"Your vibe begets your
tribe."
2025
in imageEscape to Playa del Carmen
Need a quick getaway that lets you:
focus on practice
disconnect from screens
enjoy the perfect beaches
explore chill urban vibes
MINI RETREAT JAN 17-20
Join me in Playa del Carmen, my second home, for a low key affair designed with care and intention.
This is your chance to dive in.
January 18–20, 2025
March 3–8, 2025
May 22–26, 2025
MINI RETREAT JAN 17-20
01. Semi-Private Mysore Sessions
Small groups and intimate vibes. Get the support you want.
02. Cold Plunge Therapy
3 Minutes a day can totally change your general outlook– its wild.
Need a quick getaway that lets you:
focus on practice
disconnect from screens
enjoy the perfect beaches
explore chill urban vibes
MINI RETREAT JAN 17-20
Join me in Playa del Carmen, my second home, for a low key affair designed with care and intention.
This is your chance to dive in.
January 18–20, 2025
March 3–8, 2025
May 22–26, 2025
MINI RETREAT JAN 17-20
01. Semi-Private Mysore Sessions
Small groups and intimate vibes. Get the support you want.
02. Cold Plunge Therapy
3 Minutes a day can totally change your general outlook– its wild.
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✎ Essay · Yoga Professionals
Navigating Teacher Burnout: Strategies for Self-Care and Healing
Teaching yoga is a profound and fulfilling vocation, yet the weight of responsibility can lead to burnout if we’re not mindful. As Jason Crandell reminds us, the journey is not for the faint-hearted, with challenges such as compassion fatigue, financial worries, and the isolation that can come with the role. In this blog, we’ll explore essential strategies for self-care that will not only help you recognize the signs of burnout but also empower you to take proactive steps towards healing. From nurturing your personal practice to prioritizing rest and connection, discover how you can align your expectations and embrace the journey of teaching without sacrificing your well-being. Join us as we dive into effective self-care techniques designed to rejuvenate your spirit and enhance your teaching capacity—because self-care isn’t just a luxury; it’s a necessity that allows you to shine brighter for your students. Embrace the process and remember, when you prioritize yourself, you elevate your entire practice.
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✎ Essay · Practice
Uncomplicate Prasarita Padottanasana A-D
This is the most confusing count most folks run into, bar none. The series of poses known as Prasarita Padottanasana A-D, also known as the Spread Feet Intense Stretch Pose, are also a great entryway to researching how we distribute weight, how we establish foundation, and how we draw the energy into the central channel of the body.
Read the essay →✎ Essay · Culture
Digital Detox to Improve Pratyahara
Unplug to Unwind: Elevate Your Pratyahara Journey!
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✎ Essay · Practice
Exploring the Foundations of Wise Practice
## Exploring the Foundations of Wise Practice: A Journey Within Dive deep into the essence of yoga as we uncover the timeless teachings that form the bedrock of wise practice. In this enlightening exploration, connect with the core principles that transcend lineage and style, revealing how each unique journey on the mat can lead to profound self-discovery. From understanding the true purpose behind every pose to embracing challenges as catalysts for growth, this blog invites you to reflect on qualities that foster genuine progress—sincerity, humility, and discernment. Discover how committing to daily practice, even in small doses, can illuminate your path and enhance your connection to self. Let the wisdom of ancient stories guide you, while practical insights help bridge your practice from the mat to everyday life. Whether you're an experienced yogi or a curious beginner, join us in cultivating a space for transformation, where the journey is as rewarding as the destination. Explore the nuances of wise practice and unlock the secrets to a fulfilling yoga experience. Your journey begins here.
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Fact 1: still on spirit
Fact 2: still no kids
Fact 3: your parents come to live with you because the gay one has his shit together
Fact 4: spirit has never had a crash.
Fact 5: Join my yoga club. I’m still having a good time. The yoga works!
Fact 2: still no kids
Fact 3: your parents come to live with you because the gay one has his shit together
Fact 4: spirit has never had a crash.
Fact 5: Join my yoga club. I’m still having a good time. The yoga works!
in imageI decided instead of having
children I wanted to travel
business
class.
Fact 1: still on spirit
Fact 2: still no kids
Fact 3: your parents
come to live with you
because the gay one
has his shit together
Fact 4: spirit has never
had a crash.
Fact 5: Join my yoga
club. I'm still having a
good time. The yoga
works!
children I wanted to travel
business
class.
Fact 1: still on spirit
Fact 2: still no kids
Fact 3: your parents
come to live with you
because the gay one
has his shit together
Fact 4: spirit has never
had a crash.
Fact 5: Join my yoga
club. I'm still having a
good time. The yoga
works!
dads first time on the 54 (dc bus!)
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Early bird ends june 1!!
Come retreat with us Dec 3-8 (early bird price thru Jun 1)
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in imageHappy first Pride Holbox!
How did you know the
mothership was coming?
• Isla Holbox, México
How did you know the
mothership was coming?
• Isla Holbox, México
in imageIsla Holbox, México
in imageReady for pride!
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(esmashigram
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(esmashigram
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adios holbox
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in imageDaily dose of misfit medicine 💊
Secret Yoga Club
Mysore magic thanks to @michaeljoelhall @theyoga.club
Just what jefe needed after a 6hr flight and 4hrs of sleep 💀
Secret Yoga Club
Mysore magic thanks to @michaeljoelhall @theyoga.club
Just what jefe needed after a 6hr flight and 4hrs of sleep 💀
Daily dose of misfit medicine 💊
Secret Yoga Club
Mysore magic thanks to @michaeljoelhall @theyoga.club
Just what jefe needed after a 6hr flight and 4hrs of sleep 💀
Secret Yoga Club
Mysore magic thanks to @michaeljoelhall @theyoga.club
Just what jefe needed after a 6hr flight and 4hrs of sleep 💀
Daily dose of misfit medicine 💊
Suerte de tener a mis amigos. 🌴
dc >> playa
playa >> dc
dc >> playa
playa >> dc
in imagedc >> playa playa >> dc
Suerte de tener a mis amigos.
Last pracky of this season in this beautiful place @torresdeselma
Amix I remember you every time in wearing the dc ashtanga shirt @michaeljoelhall
dc >> playa playa >> dc Suerte de tener a mis amigos. Last pracky of this season in this beautiful place @torresdeselma Amix I remember you every time in wearing the dc ashtanga shirt @michaeljoelhall
Suerte de tener a mis amigos.
Last pracky of this season in this beautiful place @torresdeselma
Amix I remember you every time in wearing the dc ashtanga shirt @michaeljoelhall
dc >> playa playa >> dc Suerte de tener a mis amigos. Last pracky of this season in this beautiful place @torresdeselma Amix I remember you every time in wearing the dc ashtanga shirt @michaeljoelhall
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AG Brian Schwalb •
@DCAttorneyGen
The National Guard deployment does not only
undermine public safety.
It also hurts DC's economy - depressing vital
industries like restaurants, hotels, and tourism.
And critically, it infringes on DC's sovereign
authority and right to self-governance under the
Home Rule Act.
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@dcattorneygeneral
AG Brian Schwalb •
@DCAttorneyGen
The National Guard deployment does not only
undermine public safety.
It also hurts DC's economy - depressing vital
industries like restaurants, hotels, and tourism.
And critically, it infringes on DC's sovereign
authority and right to self-governance under the
Home Rule Act.
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notes from india 2016
in imageA cow just stole this
woman's chips
10:39 AM //
While she was swimming.
10:39 AM V/
Hahaha
10:39 AM
She was kinda rude to the
staff-- so I died laughing.
10:39 AM V/
Karma
10:40 AM
How is practice?
@michaeljoelhall
10:41 AM
notes from india 2016
woman's chips
10:39 AM //
While she was swimming.
10:39 AM V/
Hahaha
10:39 AM
She was kinda rude to the
staff-- so I died laughing.
10:39 AM V/
Karma
10:40 AM
How is practice?
@michaeljoelhall
10:41 AM
notes from india 2016
Amor:
Mi equipo de yoga con mi equipo de crossfit en historias @jaimescandont
@marielchapoy
@kopoyoga
@impetusfitnesss love from washington dc
to
playa dc
Mi equipo de yoga con mi equipo de crossfit en historias @jaimescandont
@marielchapoy
@kopoyoga
@impetusfitnesss love from washington dc
to
playa dc
in imagelove from washington dc to playa dc
@kopoyoga in tha house
Super DjSet por @jaimescandont
@jaimescandont @marielchapoy @kopoyoga @impetusfitnesss
Amor: Mi equipo de yoga con mi equipo de crossfit en historias
love from washington dc to playa dc
@kopoyoga in tha house
Super Dj Set por @jaimescandont
@jaimescandont @marielchapoy @kopoyoga @impetusfitnesss
Amor: Mi equipo de yoga con mi equipo de crossfit en historias
@kopoyoga in tha house
Super DjSet por @jaimescandont
@jaimescandont @marielchapoy @kopoyoga @impetusfitnesss
Amor: Mi equipo de yoga con mi equipo de crossfit en historias
love from washington dc to playa dc
@kopoyoga in tha house
Super Dj Set por @jaimescandont
@jaimescandont @marielchapoy @kopoyoga @impetusfitnesss
Amor: Mi equipo de yoga con mi equipo de crossfit en historias
✎ Essay · Culture
Creating Safe Spaces for Practice
“Creating safe spaces isn’t about perfection – it’s about consistent commitment to embodying the respect we claim to value.” Introduction: The Sacred Vulnerability of Practice Every time someone steps on a yoga mat, they bring their entire being with them — heart, body, history, hope.…
Read the essay →✎ Essay · Yoga Professionals
The Evolution of an Ashtanga Teacher
The Evolution of an Ashtanga Teacher Introduction Change and iteration? I'm good with those. I started out verbose—talking too much, explaining every little thing. Then I swung the pendulum toward the stereotypical Ashtanga script: minimal instruction, no props, traditional cues only. But ultimately, I came…
Read the essay →in imageBillionaire Survival Skills
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Billionaire Survival Skills
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Billionaire Survival Skills
HOSPITALS WILL BE FULL
DUCK IT IT'S YOURS
Billionaire Survival Skills
FLIGHT ATTENDANTS
Billionaire Survival Skills
HOSPITALS WILL BE FULL
2026
✎ Essay · Culture
The Digital Caste: Surveillance Capitalism and the Architecture of Permanent Inequality
How algorithmic systems are building a new structure of social stratification — and why your next cup of milk might be an act of resistance Michael Joel Hall · Director, The Yoga Club · Washington, DC I grew up in small-town America. The kind of…
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