billy pilgrim has come unstuck in time

February 29, 2008

No. Wait. That was what Kurt Vonnegut wrote in Slaughterhouse Five. I meant, Desmond Hume has come unstuck in time. In Lost. That’s what the writers said, at least. Except that Kurt Vonnegut said it first. With regard to Billy Pilgrim. I guess it’s pretty hard to reinvent the concept of time travel, to make it seem other than a vista of mountains in a mountain range, where any mountain is as accessible as any other. But to call the travel across the mountain range “coming unstuck in time”, well, that’s just derivative.

Aaaaaanyway. Not happy with Lost’s episode last night. Too melodramtic. Too much like a one-off, stand-alone Twilight Zone type episode. Whatever. I expect better things when Juliet has her flashback next week.

Meanwhile, back at the shala…

I made it to the CT shala three times this week, and it was all good. In fact, my backbending feels almost exciting now, and leaves me feeling juiced and happy. I would like Val to give me the next few poses through Kapotasana because when I work on those poses, my backbends are so much better. And I can feel the progress in Kapo. Fingers are within striking distance of toes….just an assist away….maybe.

Today I did Primary only at home, except that I added in bound versions of Parsvakonasana and Parivritta Parsvakonasana. Oh and I did some Gomyukhasana arms before Parsvotanasana. And I did Pasasana after Mari D because I am really on a roll with getting myself bound in that, at least in my home practice, which always is just a bit better than what I can do in front of other people. Oh yeah, and after Setu Bhanda, I did Salabasana A and B, Bhekasana, and Ustrasana through Kapotasana.

So….I guess it wasn’t exactly Primary only. But it wasn’t my regular practice either.

If Cody is reading, let me just say that this was nearly a perfect sequence for me, although perfection would mean doing more leg-behind-head poses before and after but in sequence with Supta K. Yeah, I wouldn’t leave anything out…I would add poses in.

BUT…all of that being said, my legs were excruciatingly exhausted during Urdvha Dhanurasana. My shoulders and armpits and back felt okay. But my legs did not want to fully participate. And that made the whole UD experience fairly sucky today.

Ah well…there’s always the next practice…

YC


Hi Aaron

February 27, 2008

Spoiler alert to all you non-US residents.

I used to blog about Lost, mainly because doing so helped me make sense of what I was seeing. This season, I haven’t been feeling it, however. Confused, that is. Somehow, the storyline has been going down rather easily, perhaps because I’ve been using “closed captioning” and also have been able to stop and rewind on my DVR when something confuses me, thus resolving any confusion right then and there. As a result, I’ve been able to watch and then set it aside until the next week.

Until this past week, that is.

This past week, I watched from Colorado, without benefit of closed captioning or my handy dandy DVR. And the ending left me rattled. The entire time, I was expecting Kate’s son to be Sawyer’s. I guess that makes me naive. But whatever. At the end, when the little towhead says, “Hi MUMMY” and Kate takes him in her arms and says, “Hi […………..] AARON”, I was too knocked-over to really absorb it. I really hadn’t been expecting that. Again, call me naive. But whatever.

When I came home from vacation and finally rewatched the episode last night, I knew what to look for, and when the final line came, I was anticipating it and was thus able to absorb its full impact.

“Hi Aaron”!

This is the baby she’s been passing off as her SON? Claire’s baby? Turniphead? Putting aside the daytime television-esque-ness of it all, this moment was dripping with creepiness, as if Kate had suddenly turned into Rebecca DeMornay in “The Hand That Rocks The Cradle”.

I seriously had a sick feeling in my stomach from it. Literally. I woke up sick this morning. Still went to yoga, as noted earlier, but I did feel nauseated.

Honestly, I probably can’t blame my funky tummy this morning on Lost, considering Adam had a minor stomach bug yesterday, but whatever. I’m still creeped out and anxious to see where that story goes.

YC


Same practice, different day

February 27, 2008

Anyone still planning on going to Islamorada? I think it is really odd that no one is talking about the fact that Guruji won’t be there. Except Ashtanga sNews. I mean, Ashtanga News, although their news comes at such a sloooooooooooooooooooooooooow rate that it makes me very sleeeeeeeeeeeeepy. But guys, keep on keeping on. Don’t let my narcolepsy interfere. I do sometimes wonder why the sNews gets its own special category on Ashtangi.net. There’s Mysore blogs, Member blogs and….then…all alone in its own box…the eponymously titled Ashtanga News. It’s not like the sNews is the ONLY Ashtanga news out there. And it’s not like it’s the only credible source of Ashtanga talk. Well, whatever. Who cares.

YC


Boot Camp

February 27, 2008


So, on the off chance (!) that you haven’t been reading me lately, I’ve been away for the past 9 days at the YC Family Ski Boot Camp.

It’s always Boot Camp when the YC Family heads out west. With two days set aside for travel, and no days set aside to acclimate to the high altitude (8,000 feet above sea level at the base lodge, averaging 10,000 feet at the highest peak), we ski every single day besides those travel days. And on each of those days, on every single one of them, we awake by no later than 7:30 a.m., eat a breakfast high in protein (recommended to acclimate to the altitude, and quite effective, I might add), put on many layers so that skiing feels comfy rather than cold, and scurry down to the base lodge by 9 a.m. to put the kids in Ski School, which they love, by the way, so don’t be thinking it’s just so that we can ski without them.

By 9:30 a.m., we are on a lift, except the days when we take a run with the kids before we put them into ski school, in which case we are on a lift by 8:30 a.m. We carry Power Bars with us so that we don’t have to stop when we get hungry; however, by sometime around 1 or 2, it usually happens that our legs are no longer willing or able to take orders from our brains. That’s when we know that whether we like it or not, it’s time to stop in a lodge, whatever lodge we can find, for some grub and some ass time.

That usually lasts for maybe a half hour, during which we slurp some soup or scarf a burger (in my case, veggie, and not because I feel guilty eating meat, but because over time, I have grown to love those goshdarn meatless patties with a little cheese, ketchup, tomatoes and pickles). And by “half hour”, I mean more like 20 minutes. Because any longer than that and we’re staring out the window at the snow and the skiiers whooping it up, or, if we’re already sitting outside in the sun, watching the schussing action around us, and we can’t take any more of the sitting. At that point, we’re back on the slopes until it’s time to pick the kids up from Ski School. Depending on whether the kids want to or not, we then go back up to the slopes until the lifts close at around 4 or 4:30, depending on the day.

It’s a long day, yes it is. But it’s far from over, the YC Family Ski Boot Camp. We head back to our accomodations, where we change into bathing suits and then head out to the outdoor pool and hot tub. We stay there for a while, stretching out and splashing around, and then about every other day, I head up before the rest of them and practice some yoga.

This time around, I have a way longer practice than I ever have before. Last year in Steamboat, I was only up to Supta Kurmasana. This year, I am up to Dhanurasana. So, there was some splitting to be done. I think I ended up practicing five times over the nine days, including once at the airport without vinyasas. I only did my Second Series poses twice during that time, and Supta Kurmasana only once.

But today, it all came back to me. And it was delicious. And juicy. And sweaty. Every time I go out West, I come back so much stronger for it. You High Altituders are soooooo lucky. Come to New York for a week, and you will feel like a Superhero.

Val came to talk to me during my Second Series poses. She has been very very into the backbending, it seems, ever since Kino paid her visit. And that’s cool by me. Val talked to me about originating the backbend from the root, about pressing down hard with the feet to get the lift up into the back, and it all seems so counterintuitive, but damn, it really works. We did Dhanurasana a couple of times. The second time, she lifted my feet high, and we talked about the balance between effort and surrender that is integral to Dhanurasana and Bhekasana (and, I suppose all backbends). We also talked about how leading with the chin is like leading with the brain, and that instead, the chin should come up last, and the eyes should never lift up at all. Always the driste is down the nose in backbends. THIS is where the yoga takes on its magical quality for me, where it is so incredibly counterintuitive that I just have to have faith in what I am being taught. And the result is always surprisingly rewarding.

That’s all!

YC


My souvenier

February 25, 2008

Note the lovely color of the giant mega-bruise, where my ski slammed down when I tumbled. As Bebe notes in her comment, my leg is quite swollen. This is not a pretty picture. Perhaps I would go so far to say, NSFW. Or NSFA.

YC


Things to do in Denver when you’re delayed

February 24, 2008

Ah, air travel.

I had a feeling – doesn’t take a psychic – that we would get delayed somewhere along the line on our way home. Sure enough…

i brought my really skinny tapas mat with me, and unrolled it at the gate. Too self-conscious to do sun sals or vinyasas, i did manage to plow through half primary. It felt pretty good too.

The husband was embarassed. Can’t say I blame him. He was like, “You are going to know someone here. We always know someone here.” But the need to bend is a force of nature, and there’s no point in trying to fight it.

When I saw an acquaintance from my town, I got embarassed too. But I was already done with Mari D, so whatever.

Later on, a harried woman travelling alone with her two toddlers came up to me and said, “I wish i brought my yoga mat too.”

Hopefully we will get moving soon enough so that I can get back to the shala tomorrow morning. And maybe the Tenth Street Baths later….

YC


Ski Cam!! Part Deux!

February 23, 2008

Today, it snowed. And snowed. And, well you get the point. Pretty much, the only hope of having any visibility at all was to ski between trees. The video above is the husband and Bri (and me, holding the camera) skiing down to a glades run. I don’t remember ever skiing in this much snow.

Later on, I will post a photo of the giant bruise on my leg from when I fell a couple of days ago. It takes up nearly half of the left side of my right calf. But here’s the thing: if it weren’t for the yoga, I might have a broken leg. Because my body bends fairly readily, I can tumble pretty gracefully when I fall. So, even though I end up kicking myself in the leg with one my of skis, I bend, but I don’t break.

And I can say that now without jinxing myself because after seven days of skiing, it is time to come home.

YC