A stroll at the Fisherman Wharf on a “kinda sunny day”…and Aidan is not scared of the Ocean…yaaaay! Go Aidan! :)

Yes, we have an answer to the question asked in the “note to self” post: Will I ever learn my lesson?
The answer is….drum roll…..NO!

No, most definitely no…cause today I had the brillian idea to eat steak just before my yoga class.
Smart…go me go me!

Tonight class totally sucked. Not only due to my dinner fuckup, it just sucked in general…and by the looks of it, not only in my opinion.
At any time you could look around the class and at least 1 person was out of the room (which is usually very very rare), and a few people sitting out on their mats.
I was one of them…in a few occasions. Whatever…it sucked!
The room was crowded. Totally crowded.
And it was hot. Extremely hot (the fact that the room was crowded didn’t make the temperature issue any better of course). And the teacher…hhmm…who the fuck was she?
I have never seen her before, and to be totally honest I kinda hope not to see her again.
She was slow…and boring. The class wasn’t fun at all.
Serious and dull. That’s the nicest things I can say about it. Serious and dull.
I also didn’t particularly like her clapping ways. You know…you are down in Savasana and comes time for the situp…I am used to the usual instructions cues…she clapped her hands and said: “Situp”
I know, it shouldn’t be really a big deal…but I didn’t like it! Am I picky? Maybe…I dunno…I like every other teachers…some more than others, so I have favourite and least favourite teachers, but in general I like pretty much all of them…hell even Hillary grew on me!
Will this one grow on me?
Honestly I hope she doesn’t even get the chance to try grow on me! I hope not to have her anymore in my class.
If there is something I would like to see from my yoga studio is the teachers schedule.
But I guess that would make people pick and chose classes…making some classes extremely busy while leaving others totally empty.
I bet this one teachers classes would be empty.
I have no doubts about it.

Ok this was a pretty boring rant about yoga…but I just HAD to do it. It’s still too fresh on my mind (I am sitting here with my hair still wet from the class!) and I had to vent a lil.
I am also pretty sure it’s full of typos as I am typing like a bullet train right now…
Enjoy the rant and its typos :)
Lucky you!

Complete love.
As simple as that…

I am not one for writing too much about celebrities and stars, but if I really want this blog to be sign of the times…my times, I need to mention Michael Jackson.
Whether you are a fan or not, you can’t deny that Michael Jackson was a music icon.
His unique style made him a true artist. There aren’t many of those nowadays, as a gazillion copycats seem to quickly jump on the bandwagon of whatever style works at the moment.

Michael Jackson died today…soon, some people say, but who are we to decide when one’s hour was too soon?
Through the million tributes on TV it emerges the figure of a very sad and troubled man…living proof that money doesn’t bring happiness (although I must add that poverty is not a friend of happiness either…know what I mean?).
Do I believe to all the child molestation accusations? Who the hell knows, probably. The signs were all there, and the man wasn’t completely right in the head, but who knows?
Despite this, nothing can take away the fact that he was the true definition of an artist (even if a pretty fucked up one…what can I say?!).

Will I miss him? I am sure the music world will miss him, but it should be taken just like any other death…tragic but “natural”.
Am I a fan?
No, not really. I never really was one to go crazy for him nor his music, but I definitely recognize his talent and I certainly didn’t dislike his songs.
My favourite songs?
“Billy Jean”, with “Dirty Diana” and “Beat it” as close runner ups…hands down.

Give those wackos some hot wax and you’ll see exactly what I mean.
I am on fire!
And that’s all I have to say about that…:)

After getting torutured Brazilian style in the morning, I got tortured by my fav brailian Yoga teacher.
Today I couldn’t get my head around it. I was hot…really hot.
Maybe I was in a particularly hot part of the studio…or maybe I just wasn’t in the right state of mind.
Even the floating part of it wasn’t there. It took me forever to walk 6 blocks back home…my legs felt reallly heavy.
Now it’s only 11:15pm and I am soooo ready to catch some sleep….

…go to the Sunday night Bikram Yoga class!
Actually I am lying…only tonight it was pretty mild. I swear they must have forgot to turn up the heat cause after 90 minutes I wasn’t even totally covered in sweat.
Now, I am getting used to the heat, but this was more than just me…hell I wish it was always so easy to handle Bikram temperatures!
The class went by really fast, probably due to the breezy conditions (not only they didnt turn up heat and humidity at the right levels, the ceiling fan was spinning like crazy throughout the class! I tell you, it was kind of crazy in there), but I must say it didn’t feel right.
At the end of the class, after my shower, I walked home.
I dind’t float home…I walked. Normally. Feeling like I had just worked out, of course, I am not saying I didn’t feel the exercizes…geeez…but it was…well…”different”.
Hard to explain if you have never tried it.
I think I like my superhot torture class better :)

Yes yes…that was another yoga post.

The boys both LOVE to sing and dance to these two songs…

Something tells me I am in troubles…

At Argonne…weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….




Milo, Aidan, Kiki, Karen, Namiko

Watch it…and think about it. Think about it.

I called home.

Mother Earth by Jenness Cortez Perlmutter.
I love it.