March 28, 2013
It is horrifying looking at my poor bare knees and thighs in the studio mirror — and also a lot easier for instructors to bust you if your thighs are not straining hard enough — but really a relief to not start wanting to rip my pants off halfway through a yoga session.
I am doing Bikram yoga. It is 105 degrees in the Bikram studio. And you are in there sweating your ass off – literally, like leaving wet physical body imprints on your mat every time you lay down and when you are not laying down, raining sweat on your mat that would make any rain forest proud — for an hour and a half.
I am a lot more comfortable, mentally, wearing at least below the knees yoga pants. None of that pesky “Oh fuck me, look at those knees and thighs in the mirror, no no no!” mental stuff going on.
I finally had to either start ripping longer yoga pants off at the thighs Hulk style or get yoga shorts.
Physically, I couldn’t take wet sweat soaked clinging too hot and sweaty yoga long pants syndrome any more.
Bikram totally is more comfortable in yoga shorts. Less “Jesus Christ I have to get these freaking pants off now I do not care who is watching” impulses or moments.
Sometimes my head snaps to the fact I am leaning over in very short not leaving much to the imagination skin tight shorts with a whole lot of people standing behind me and my ass is for sure at least partially exposed by riding somewhere nefarious yoga shorts not approved by the DAR yoga shorts committee.
Sweating with your knees locked, your head on the floor, and your hands locked around your heels is not the best time to adjust your shorts.
I apologize in my head to my pilgrim grandmothers and keep going.
August 6, 2012
I am crazy tired. It is 5 AM which is a pretty good reason for being crazy tired. But I have been so neglecting the blog, I feel like I should put something up here just to show I still know you are out there, even if sometimes it looks like I do not.
What should I tell you? That I have somehow reached a limit of patience for the teenage coming of age story set in the 1980′s?
Something else might be more fun. So let’s do something else. More fun. Let’s go on a Marilyn frenzy with Bert Stern. Yay!
*Bert Stern is the photographer and author of The Last Sitting, if you are a big Marilyn fan you should check it out.
August 3, 2012
Polls aside, Star Wars Fighter Babe AKA Queen Amidala just totally won the Halloween costume battle.
Why, you ask?
The boots. Ahhhh!
I cannot give up that boot. I am in love with that boot.
Amidala totally wins.
June 25, 2012
Through some fluke I ended up on a stage in San Antonio with super models. Don’t ask me how that happened. [Okay actually it happened because I am friends with Audrey Brooks.]
*Also I so want that dress the other girl is wearing, OMG! Awesome dress!
April 22, 2012
A post just because I really like this photo. But since I am here, I will talk a little. Right now I am on a news black out. Sometimes the world gets all heavy and horrible and I feel more and more saturated with every terrible news story I read until I think I better stop this for a while and let it all flush out of me so I am clean and happy again. So I went on news black out and signed up at a local dance studio to go dance some of this out of me. And for the moment I will spend my days doing that and reading scripts and maybe finishing the rewrite of The Screenwriter’s Survival Guide which I keep promising people WILL BE DONE SOMEDAY SOON.
Meanwhile, isn’t that a cool photo?
*I am not sure whom to attribute that photo to because I lifted it off someone on Facebook and it did not say there. If you know, drop me a line.