New York Yoga

Summer is over.

Some co-workers set out for a stroll in the sun near our park-like setting business park, and returned drenched by a sudden downpour. The evening news featured a woman whose house was struck by lightning. Here at pennylane productions, we've finally admitted that summer is indeed over and are contemplating putting our surfboard and wetsuits away until the spring...

i love fall, i really miss it. It has taken nearly five years for me to get used to the fact that fall doesn't happen in the Bay Area until at least late November. So, for a proper autumn experience, Cappy and i will be headed to New York and New Jersey very soon. Hopefully we'll meet up with Erika and her "friend," and Kamomi in Brooklyn. i'm looking forward to a real deli experience, Chinatown, and asking people simple questions like, "Excuse me, do you have the time or should i just go $@$% myself?" (OK, i did weave that joke into my paragraph, but it's a good one, no?)

The last time i was in NY was in the mid-late 90's. i spent a few weeks there--i had just returned from a long year in Paris, and was about to move to Seoul. When i finally stepped out in Manhattan, i remember thinking that it was lit and loud like Tokyo, edgy like Seoul, and grimy and wonderfully diverse like Paris. It was exciting because at that point, i hadn't traveled much in the States at all.

This is hilarious--apparently, my friend Jen (an ex-New Yorker) has created a new style of yoga. She wrote me today: "My friend and I have designed "New York yoga,"which involves slow and conscious offensive body gestures." Brilliant.

i'm visualising regional yoga styles, and an international yoga convention featuring:

Seattle Yoga...involving earthy yet upbeat movements peppered with sporadic caffeine induced lunges.

Hilo Yoga...involving sitting on lava rock slowly moving your arm back and forth as if casting out to sea, then reaching back as if for a beer in the nearby cooler.

Paris Yoga...involving symbiotic erotic entanglements with your partner's best friend and anyone else in the room.

Lastly:

What did the snail on the back of the turtle say?

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!