Or, as Aidan and Milo say…Yes sir sir yes sir yes! ;)
A drill sergeant as a yoga instructor…interesting…

Sean, a new instructor at the studio.
To be honest at the beginning I hated his harsh ways and super speedy pace…then I warmed up to him…and gave tonight’s practice 100% of myself once again.
Hmmm…I am starting to hope this is just part of the evolution of a yogi rather than a fluke. I just hope I will always like the actual practice from now on instead of just linking the feeling it leaves you with.
I swear I have never had a class that fast. It was 90 minutes of pose after pose, without any interruptions. I think he just made up for the time with the longer Savasana in the middle…but whoa! So hardcore!
I really felt like yelling back “Sir yes Sir!”.
At the end f the class I took 2 minutes to talk to him…he seems allright. He seems to think that if you have too much time to think about the pose you psyche yourself out of it knowing how hard or/and painful it is.
Maybe he has a point.
I don’t know…I kinda liked the fast pace towards the end, but I didn’t feel like my mind was clear enough…maybe I wasn’t thinking about the pose but I was thinking about how fucking fast we were going!
Maybe next time I have him, as I will know what to expect, I won’t mind the speed either. Who knows.
As I said, I warmed up to him towards the end…I don’t mind him.
Beside…well…beside the fact that he was wearing tiger skin spandex.
Now…I am not exactly a fashion guru, but no one, and I mean no one should be allowed to such a scary outfit!!!
He does get some points for the awesome phoenix tattoos he had on both sides. very pretty artwork.

Yes, I know…another yoga entry, but I am not really going to excuse myself every time anymore…that’s my life.
The boys, Yoga, Music, Art…that’s more or less where my passion is…where my heart is.
This is what’s important to me…this is what I talk about.

And as we are on the subject…music…today I made a huge discovery.
Once again I am slow…I know…I should have known him long ago…but I just bumped into his stuff today, for the first time…and it was love at first beat!
Pogo.
Here is Alice , courtesy of youtube…out of all videos available…I picked this…yes, I love this one :)

Pogo.
Do yourself a favor and go listen to ALL of his stuff.
The boy is amazing!!!!!!

And more music…Bonobo at the Mezzanine. You hear me? ;)

Oh…and today it was Superbowl day.
Not that I care about football, in fact, I hate football, but I like the company at superbowl day…and the chips and salsa of course ;)
PS: Saints won over the Colts. I left 1/2 way through to go to my class. But still…it’s always good when the underdog wins :)

hhhmm…mango. I love mango!

I know, I am posting way too much, but what can you do about it?? :)

I fell in love with this song…

I couldn’t find a better video of this beside live videos…and…I’d rather stick with the album version.
Oh…and sorry for more…pop.
is this pop?
I guess it’s pop, right?
Whatever…it’s an awesomely wicked wicked song :)

She told me not to step on the cracks
I told her not to fuss and relax
Her pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
But now she sleeps with one eye open
That’s the price she paid

I took a knife and cut out her eye
I took it home and watched it wither and die
Well, she’s lucky that I didn’t slip her a smile
That’s why she sleeps with one eye open
That’s the price she paid

I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I’ll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry

I slipped my hand under her skirt
I said don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt
Oh, my reputation’s kinda clouded with dirt
That’s why you sleep with one eye open
But that’s the price you paid

I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I’ll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry

You made me cry
You made me cry
You made me cry

I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out my pie

I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I’ll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry

Are you talking to me??? Are you talking to me!??!?!?!
Yes, that was my best Robert De Niro impression of course….I am italian dude…I can be (or should be!!!) freakin scary ;)
I am a thug! I am a thug!

I am dangerous with that iphone camera…I swear someone should take it away from me!! :)

“Connection” came off of the wall after all. The annoying asymmetry was really getting to me, so I took it down for a little facelift. I like it better this way…

I couldn’t get motivated (or inspired?) to paint anything for Delicious, the exhibition at Studio Gallery based on food and drink.
I kinda gave up, as the deadline was next week and I had nothing…not even an idea.
Turns out that they postponed the exhibition to May. Hhhhmmm….May could work…I think I am going to do it :)

And…one last thing before I go downstairs to my fish girl (I haven’t touched her in so long as I have been busy and it’s been raining on and off!!)…I kinda like it when I come across little bunnnny in places I even forgot all about…I was walking around and…
“Hello! My name is Bunnnny”
“Why Hello bunnnny, how did you get there!?”

I am happy.
It’s sunny.
I am happy.

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Yesterday I found Milo at the Keyboard.
He was really into it…and I liked his sounds…

I <3 having my little iphone handy:)

PS: Yes, we were in their room…and yes, Aidan was trying to sleep a little longer…as you can hear, he wasn’t as happy as we were about the noises :)

No matter how hard I tried, for a while, I couldn’t get my head clear enough to sit down and draw.
After a liberating email, I just got my brown paper and my little tube of Burnt Umber acrylic paint and went to work.
No pencil…no thinking…no sketch…no nothing. Just a blank piece of paper and paint.
This is what came out of it.
I wasn’t planning on framing it so I left the white background rough and “unfinished” (which is not really unfinished as I finished it that way…but you know what I mean!!).
Now it kinda annoys me a little as it’s asymmetrical in a not very pleasant way…so I may go back to it tomorrow and make it white all around…we will see.
I know…it’s not really everyone’s idea of a work of art…but it meant the end to the block…it means the light at the end of the tunnel…it means my head is getting clearer and I can work…or I should say play!
Because of that, it took a spot on my wall. Next to my desk, near Pica (aka skull girl…), and Lym’s piece.
That’s right…Lym’s piece moved on that side of my desk as I couldn’t bring myself to remove R. from the spot he lived for the last year.
So R. is back next to my owls…It’s ok…he can stay…he is behaving…he is all quiet quiet…he can stay :)

And this time when I say Bunny I don’t mean bunnnny…nor myself. I mean rabbit, you know…the 23rd Bikram yoga pose.
I am trying to give 100% of myself in each and every pose…but this one comes difficult for obvious, physical reasons…the girls…aka the boobies, choke me!
There is nothing I can do…I need to breathe through my nose, but my nose more or less ends up squished between the boobs!
You need to place your chin as close as possible to your chest, while you grind your spine and put your forehead on your knees. At the same time you pull on your heels and stick your butt in the air till your thights are parallel to the wall and you lock your elbows.
It’s not as bad as it sounds, really…the only problem would be that on the 23rd position, your sweat is totally dripping off of you…compromising the grip to your heels. But…you can avoid that by wrapping the corner of your towel around it.
Sooo…all in all, it looks a little hard, but it’s totally doable.
IF…if it wasn’t for the boobies totally suffocating me.
I wonder if there is anything I can do about this…or I am just destined to FAIL at this position due to “the girls”?!?!?!
Tonight class was probably the best class I have taken in 10 months.
A pretty small class with Steve.
Heat was bearable, and I felt good, finally.
I never had to stop, and gave 100% of myself in each and every pose.
I know, that should happen all the time, but I would be lying if I said that it does. At times, I just do what’s necessary not to pass out…or at least to stay in the room.
That means that in certain positions I just take it easy.
Tonight I pushed myself…to…the…limit!
No seriously…I usually just love the after class…this time I loved every second in that hot hot hot HOT room!

Yes, the class was almost perfect.
It could have been totally perfect if it wasn’t for a bear taking class next to me.
And by bear I don’t mean bear…I mean a bear.
Hehe ok…if you know me, you know that I have nothing against gay people…doh…quite the opposite! And even bears are ok…who cares!
But…a sweaty bear…bending like a pretzel in a 110F room, with sweat pouring down his hairy back…well…let’s say that I can think of 2932872937923 better things to look at ;)
Actually the guy wasn’t really a bear…he was just biggish and hairy. Ahhhh! I don’t know him but I am sure I will feel like an asshole when I get to know him and remember I called him a bear!
Oh well…
Hairy guys are just NOT my cup of tea…
…shivers…

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“During the practice is difficult to notice what is actually taking place. It can feel boring, frustrating, even silly. Or, conversely, you can feel elated, high, full of cosmic energy, and all that nonsense. But it’s usually not until you’ve done the practive that you notice what has just happened”
Brad Warner – Sit down and shut up.

He was referring to Zazen practice, but while reading it, I found myself agreeing with him in relation to how I feel about yoga.
That’s it! That’s exactly how it feels…and it all comes together when you walk home.
When you “float” on your way home it all starts making sense…and there you are, the day after, for another dose of that natural high :)

I just thought I’d share that thought.
And…ok…I’ll also share the song that just came on…cause it’s fucking awesome :)

Zap Mana and Erykah Badu…can it get any better and sexier than this….??
Enjoy!

So I spent the last hour or so reading Blockhead’s blog.
Beside the fact that I think he is kinda cute and pretty – fucking – talented, now I also think he is hilarious!

I am pretty sure there would be plenty of people who would consider him an asshole after reading his blog (sorry…), but I think he says most of the stuff every average Joe thinks but doesn’t really say.
Although I read he used to write for another site, he just started keeping this blog at the beginning of January…and by the way he is blogging like there was no tomorrow, I have the feeling he will get burned out and stop at some point.
Anyway…for some odd reason once I started reading it…I kept reading and reading.
For someone who “hates” asses, he does a lot of talking about them…but that’s just part of it, he made me laugh and made me want to read more! I guess I don’t mind talking about asses!?!?!! ;)
Don’t let the talk about assholes and homeless vagina’s fool you though…you can totally see the guy is pretty fucking smart (or maybe…he just fooled me!!!).

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