today is a good day

not only did I not have to you my AK (nods to mr. cube) but the most perfect example of california fell into my laptop this morning.

puke your hearts out.


let's see:

met in india? check.

built a mahayana for the rapture? check.

name drop where they buy their made by 5 year olds in indonesia parasol? check.

live in a neighborhood that has heights in it that's not actually full of poor people? check.

children with names you've never heard before that probably mean things like "wellness" in some other language? check.

say it's not hard to grow chard in the yard? check.

SMOOTHIES? duh.

am I missing anything? oh yeah:

are featured in photo exposés in the LA Times? CHECK!

more on yoga

I had a realization the other day:

yoga is like drinking alcohol for damned hippies.

so I ask California: what in the hell is so wrong with alcohol? it's bad enough that you banned smoking in rock clubs, what next alcohol in bars?

blogging about yoga

I promise you - promise - that I will be posting more about people who blog about everything.

but this (as reported by an allied reader) takes the locally produced artisan dark chocolate made from machines imported from spain flourless cake (I quote in its entirety):

this is an ACTUAL conversation that I overheard in a yoga studio
locker room today:


chick #1: oh my god, it was so hot in there today
chick #2: I know. I totally sweated through my shirt and my sports bra too.
chick #1: wow. you totally did.
chick #2: yeah. that's a lot.
chick #1: you should blog about it.
chick #2: totally. I totally will.

yoga mats

Look, roll on the ground all you want; I know plenty of three year olds and they seem to enjoy it just fine.

I'm not suggesting that there is anything wrong with it even, but none of the three year olds I know carry around a little rolled up mat just for rolling around on.

We all know the real reason is because you are trying to identify members of your open secret club - HEY! I DO YOGA TOO!!! LOOK AT ME!!! WE'RE SO CALM AND COOL!!! except, actually, you're like three year olds than need special diapers to play on ground.




Also: Whose dumbass idea was it to make them "calming" colors like play-doh purple and orange mold green? BOGUS.