The first time I took a hot yoga class, I thought I was going to expire in the studio. It's 90 minutes of 26 yoga postures in a room heated to 104 degrees Fahrenheit (40 degrees Celsius). If that sounds insane... well, it is. So I'll forgive you calling me crazy for not only returning... Continue Reading →
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Continuing in ode mode
The excellent dystopian episodic series Black Mirror explores the dark underbelly of technology, especially of the social webs we weave. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R32qWdOWrTo For longer than most, displaying my Luddite late-adopter tendencies, I used my cell phone only for phone-ly things: making calls. Even after getting a smart phone, I didn't do much more than text. Eventually,... Continue Reading →
Four odes in prose
I wrote four odes this week, after promising to write one a week, so technically I'm off the hook for the rest of the month. But don't be surprised if you hear from me again before March is over. To the public health officials Did you imagine this challenge when you signed up for this,... Continue Reading →
Behold the odes of March
View over San Francisco Bay What I learned about my February commitment is this: I’m not built for fun. Which is not to say I’m not built for humor, or irony, or laughter. But I’m not built for oblivious entertainment, gratuitous pleasure-seeking, or pain-numbing highs. I’m built for reverence, ritual, and occasional rapture. I’m built... Continue Reading →
[We] are slaves to [our] pronouns
One of the exercises you can experiment with in pursuit of The Headless Way is pointing to the space where your head is not. I've made my living by words for many years. The older I get, the more inadequate language seems as a method of expression and connection. All language comes burdened with culture,... Continue Reading →
