Do you have a favorite spot?  I have a number of them — when at the movies, I like to sit on the side, not in the center, and anywhere from the midway point to the back of the theater.  Anything else is too close.

In yoga class, I also always choose the back row and a bit off from the center.  Come to think of it, no matter where I am, that’s where I like to be.

Does this say something about me?

I tell you one thing — I always have a pretty good view.

Like the other day for example…..

It was a six o’clock class and it was crowded!  The yoga studio is just a little ways down from the train station and there were plenty of people just on their way home from work.

I had taken up my usual position in the back row, just off of center.  We all had to move our mats much closer than normal in order to accommodate everyone.

Class was just about to start when in walked this very wiry, small man.  He was covered in tattoos and had a huge dread locked hairdo that came to the middle of his back.  From what I could make out his tattoos all had religious and/or political overtones. Not that I was staring.

He had to wedge himself in and took a place right in front of me where there really should be a walking aisle, but since the class was so crowded, people were setting up.

It’s yoga – it’s all good.

It’s all good until the floor poses.

The ones where you lay on your stomach and look forward while raising one or both legs.

Are you following this?  Do you see where this is leading??

My little yoga friend nearly burnt out my retinas. 

I realize of course, that my path to inner peace should not be predicated on whether or not my mat neighbor is free-balling – but it does make things difficult.

A few days ago, I mentioned that I have been doing some yoga.  It is Bikram yoga, done for an hour and a half in very high heat.  The temperature in the room gets into the 100’s.  The sweat pours off like a dripping faucet.  Really.  The sweating thing is unbelievable.  It gets to be so much sweat that you become completely and totally saturated and can almost convince yourself that it’s not really sweat at all, but water.  And that you are in fact clean, cleaner than you’ve ever been.  Last night I was wearing a new sports top/bra.  During the floor work, I left a very clear imprint of my torso on my towel — the color in the top bled onto my towel like I had thrown it into a hot wash.

At long last – some knitting pictures!  On the left is my Go With the Flow socks.  The pattern is from Interweave’s summer issue.  I am using the Magic Loop method and Fortissima yarn.  On the right right is D#2’s garter stitch scarf.  I believe the yarn is Katia …. can’t remember exactly.

Are you noticing my beautiful new photographic technique?  One that involves tricky photography things like …. focus?  It’s true, it’s true —- I have learned a little something from the Master.  I was given an impromptu photography lesson in NYC — perhaps there is hope for me yet. 

Cara may have gotten better pictures on my blog, but I don’t know about the ‘busting’ out she’s after.  If you recall, she feels that my site does not adequately reflect my ‘far out’ nature.  I think what she really means is that I curse a whole lot more in person than I do on the site. 

I curse like a sailor.

so does she!

Two delicate flowers of Southern womanhood, one from Georgia, the other from Alabama, were conversing on the porch swing of a large white-pillared mansion.

The Alabama lady said, "When my first child was born, my husband built this beautiful mansion for me."  The Georgia Peach commented, "Well, isn’t that nice??"

The first woman continued "When my second child was born, my husband bought me that fine Cadillac you see parked in the drive."  Again, the Georgia Peach commented, "Well, isn’t that nice??"

The first woman boasted, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."  Yet again, the peach commented, "Well, isn’t that nice??"

The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?"  "My husband sent me to charm school,"declared the Georgia Peach.

"Charm school!" the first woman cried, "Land sakes, child, what on Earth for?"

The Georgia Peach responded, "So that instead of saying, "who gives a shit", I learned to say, ‘Well, isn’t that nice?"