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Calorie-counting Halloween Candy

Every mid-October my wife brings home one or two bags of fun-size assorted candy bars--it never fails. Even though she insists it is for the trick or treaters on the 31st we go through them well before Halloween. It really annoys me, but that doesn't stop me from digging in as much as she does.

I found this website to be very informative. There really isn't anything fun in fun size--especially when ripping through five or six of them while reading a book or watching TV. Read it and weep:

What 100 calories of your favorite Halloween candy actually looks like.

A yoga class I would run from!

Being Mortal

My father is dying and I can't help but wonder how he feels about it. Part of the reason for wondering is the fear of not being. I'm supposed to be a Christian so I should feel warm and cozy about that prospect, but I do not.

This is an interesting article on dying written by a doctor who deals with this subject too often.

"This Changes Everything" Book Trailer

It is standard operating procedure for me to run around and tell me friends that the current book I am reading is "great," "excellent," and--sometimes--"the best book I have ever read." Well, Naomi Klein's third book, "This Changes Everything" is all of that and more. It has changed my approach to my clicktivism.*

She will be releasing a film on the subject in 2015. I am both excited and thoroughly depressed. Only a book like "This Changes Everything" can do that.
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* Being a combination of old, lazy, scared, and--as far as state politics goes--bound by my duties as a Confidential Employee of the State of California, I am not much of an activist. I sign petitions and give money to Greenpeace, the Sierra Club, W.E.A.V.E., Sacramento Food Bank & Family Services, as well as political groups and movements like Occupy, Lawrence Lessig's Mayday SuperPAC, along with supporting Bernie Sanders and being a dues-paying member of the Democratic Socialists of America. But I do not put myself between riot police and fellow protesters, nor do I chain myself to equipment to prevent/slowdown development of drilling, fracking, and other destructive actions. For that, I can't help but feel ashamed.

Twelve year old yoga teacher

I can just hear her pointing at me saying, "Fatty, fatty, two by four!"

My friend's pitch to NBC

NBC Comedy Playground - "Sixteen Bars"

Funny deleted yoga scene from "Forgetting Sarah Marshall"

Chakrasana posture Not there yet!

Here's an article from Yoga International on the deeper dimensions of the Chakrasana wheel posture. I've tried this, but--like Crow, Crane, Peacock, and most inversion postures--I am not there yet.

TRY this at home.

Nineteen fun ways to create good karma

I'm not sure if I feel comfortable doing all of these suggestions from Elephant Journal editor 

Lee Markul, but I'll give it a try!

"Republicans Are People Too." Really? Where's the Democrats version? Priceless!

"Grinning like a cat eating shit" Or is it "a shit-eating cat"? My struggle with basic English composition--despite my college degree

My English sucks! What's worse is I graduated with a BA in Journalism and a minor in History--two subjects that require a student to write many essays and news pieces. I don't know why I didn't get kicked out of college. Perhaps it was because I (my parents, actually) kept paying for tuition.

Early indicators of just how bad my English is was when my friend Rick, who was the Entertainment Editor of the American River College Beaver (thankfully renamed The Current some years after I left) encouraged me to write a letter to the editor about a concert review which I vehemently disagreed. When I wrote the piece I used the "word" "worthwild." Thankfully, Rick changed it to the correct "worthwhile." That wasn't a typo--I actually thought that was the word.

This post and all posts on this blog from July 1, 2014 onward have not been proofread by an outside source (i.e. an online service like Papercheck.com which did the lion's share of editing for this blog before that date. Lame for two reason: One, this is just a stupid, self-centered blog that no one reads, and Two, well, go back to the second sentence of this post.

My English is so bad that I don't remember grammatical terminology and when I have committed such grammatical crimes, what the offense is called. Okay, that didn't make sense, right? (Part of this is because it is late, I'm waiting for a load of laundry to dry and then I'm going to bed.) 

Take, for example the title of this post; for years I used to say, "So-and-so was grinning like a cat eating shit" When Rick,again, heard me say this he laughed and said, "What? It's "grinning like a shit-eating cat." I didn't understand the difference at the time and only recently have figured out the difference. Still, my English suffers, mostly thanks to my old age: I just don't give a shit.

So, my dear mystery reader--I haven't told any of my old friends that I have resurrected this self-serving blog, so you are most likely a stranger--if you have peruse these posts and wondered what's with the horrible English, now you know. So stop grinning like a, well, you know!

Siri on the mat--sort of

Feel kind of silly pimping something that really hasn't been proven yet and is rather gimmicky, but here it is: a talking yoga mat. I wonder if it talks dirty.

Five of the Hardest Things Yoga Taught Me

This post from Yoganonymous by Kate Stone, a yoga teacher in Boston, speaks to me on many levels. No, I can't do a a Forearm Stand. In fact, the only inversion I can do at this stage in my practice is the basic Legs Up the Wall inversion. Still, the yogi writing the article lets me know that even the experts are feeling what I feel at times.

Just remember, Jocko, BREATHE!

How Wolves Change Rivers

I'm not a nature geek, but this video from SustainableMan.org is fascinating!

Back on the mat and the bike

Trying, in vain, to meditate before my Vinysana Yoga class.
Check out the boxing BOB looking at me in the background.

Now that my exercise restriction has been lifted I have returned to hatha yoga three times a week. The first two sessions felt like I hadn't been practicing in three months though it had only been about three weeks. During inversions I could actually feel pressure on my scar!

It's great to get back into the swing of things though I still do not practice as often as I would like. I have attempted mindful meditation, but my tangential brain won't allow it at this time.

I'm back on my bike, too. That return has not been as dramatic on my body as yoga has, though it it is amazing what a difference three weeks can make when it is near the Autumnal Equinox. My rides home from the club are now in total darkness and the skunks are out. Drag! 

I have forgone the bike trail on my ride home after yoga, but not on my ride in, which are just as dark. A skunk crossed the bike trail in front of me just a few days ago. I don't know if the light on my bike attracts them or just does not scare them off. One time, about a year ago, a skunk ran along side of me! It would have been funny if I wasn't so afraid of getting sprayed.

The B.S. that sometimes comes with yoga

... as I was saying about the fedora

I've always loved the fedora as I stated way back in May of 2006, but was afraid wearing one would either make me look old (which I am) or like I was covering up my baldness (which I also am). Now, there's a more practical reason: ever since my skin cancer the wide-brimmed hat has become a necessity. So here I am. Call me an old fart with old fashion head gear or an old far trying to be fashion-forward. Actually, it's a cancer screen. Sexy, eh?

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