Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
sun salutations saturday
from an email from one yoga...
Hello Yoga Friends...
Please join me this SATURDAY, DECEMBER 20, 3:00-4:30 PM at One Yoga to celebrate the solstice with 108 Sun Salutes.
For me, this is a privilege and the highlight of each change of season, and if you've joined me before, you know already what an amazing experience it is. If you're new to the idea of 108 Sun Salutes, don't be apprehensive. The practice is accessible for all, and there is no expectation for anyone to finish all 108. You may participate by sitting in meditation soaking up the good mojo, or holding the space and joining in the breathing and chanting.
LET'S GO IT WILL BE FUN AND SPIRITUAL
Hello Yoga Friends...
Please join me this SATURDAY, DECEMBER 20, 3:00-4:30 PM at One Yoga to celebrate the solstice with 108 Sun Salutes.
For me, this is a privilege and the highlight of each change of season, and if you've joined me before, you know already what an amazing experience it is. If you're new to the idea of 108 Sun Salutes, don't be apprehensive. The practice is accessible for all, and there is no expectation for anyone to finish all 108. You may participate by sitting in meditation soaking up the good mojo, or holding the space and joining in the breathing and chanting.
LET'S GO IT WILL BE FUN AND SPIRITUAL
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
see the skinny legs.
i wish finals would end so i could hate life less and start reading the fourth and final book in the twilight series, breaking dawn.
breaking news
caleb has finally admitted that he is anorexic and doesn't eat only drinks coffee and smokes cigarettes (and does coke) and runs in sweatsuits to lose weight. WOW. but DUH. i mean i thought it was just a byproduct of the coke but DUH HE IS SO SKINNY.
now when is jared going to admit it. because if caleb is skinnY jared is skinnIER.
now when is jared going to admit it. because if caleb is skinnY jared is skinnIER.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
flashback cliffhanger
here is a story julie and i started writing that i still have on my computer. i haven't changed anything. we totally left it on a cliffhanger. what should happen next?
1-21-2005
Julie’s Dorm Room
11:08 PM
A Story by Grace and Julie.
“Stop shedding. This apartment is full of hair.”
“Goddammit Julie, you know I can’t help it. It’s been several days since my last shower—I’m on the new “No Shower” diet. I’ve lost three pounds of hair already.”
Grace and Julie are sitting in the bamboo room, in their kimonos (Grace = sapphire, Julie = chartreuse) sipping tea. In the room there is:
--green wallpaper with white bamboo
--a large fishbowl with one huge koi
--lots of sunlight
--layers of Persian rugs (on which Grace and Julie are sitting, cross-legged)
--low bookshelves filled with back issues of “Typeface This Year”
There is a knock at the front door. Then the buzzer rings.
Grace rises to see who is interrupting Charade Wednesday. On her way to the door she passes:
--the candy/dressing room (cream carpeting, white and gold striped wallpaper, mirrors with lightbulbs, jars of assorted candies (color coded,
of course), cigarette cases, make-up galore)
--the costume closet (self explanatory)
--the studio (a loft like space, filled with printing presses, large easels, cabinets full of markers, stamps, embroidery thread, etc, drafting tables, light boxes, a cork board wall filled with inspiring articles and pictures etc)
--a library (with leather furniture, a large fireplace, floor to ceiling bookcases, stars painted on the ceiling, little natural light)
--the kitchen (a huge island (with stools on one side), hanging pots and pans, lots of oak, some ceramic tile (mauve)(one mosaic countertop), rhubarb polenta coffee cake, a milkshake machine, a juicer and a crate of fresh oranges lemons and grapefruits, a sizable wine rack (mostly full of
reisling)
Grace arrives at the door. On the way she has shed several more strands of hair, much to Julie’s annoyance. She opens the door and encounters .
. . a singing telegram! Four guys! Dressed like a barber shop quartet!
Red and white striped sweaters and straw hats!
They open their mouths. The short one with the handlebar moustache strikes the opening chords on the harmonica. Just when they are about to begin,
Julie interrupts.
“Who are these assholes and how did they get into our costume closet?”
As the barbershop quartet sang on, Grace and Julie Noren had a small squabble, easily solved by a scramble:
“Julie, you’re the asshole. You can’t just call them assholes. Also, I think they brought the costumes from home.”
“You’re right, Grace. I’m sorry I jumped to such harsh conclusions. What
do you say I treat you to a delicious pair of eggs, any way you like them?”
“Scrambled, please.”
Ten minutes later, Grace enters the kitchen. Julie is slaving over the stove having donned a freshly-pressed nautical outfit for the occasion.
Grace sits at one of the stools wearing her tennis whites.
The phone rings.
1-21-2005
Julie’s Dorm Room
11:08 PM
A Story by Grace and Julie.
“Stop shedding. This apartment is full of hair.”
“Goddammit Julie, you know I can’t help it. It’s been several days since my last shower—I’m on the new “No Shower” diet. I’ve lost three pounds of hair already.”
Grace and Julie are sitting in the bamboo room, in their kimonos (Grace = sapphire, Julie = chartreuse) sipping tea. In the room there is:
--green wallpaper with white bamboo
--a large fishbowl with one huge koi
--lots of sunlight
--layers of Persian rugs (on which Grace and Julie are sitting, cross-legged)
--low bookshelves filled with back issues of “Typeface This Year”
There is a knock at the front door. Then the buzzer rings.
Grace rises to see who is interrupting Charade Wednesday. On her way to the door she passes:
--the candy/dressing room (cream carpeting, white and gold striped wallpaper, mirrors with lightbulbs, jars of assorted candies (color coded,
of course), cigarette cases, make-up galore)
--the costume closet (self explanatory)
--the studio (a loft like space, filled with printing presses, large easels, cabinets full of markers, stamps, embroidery thread, etc, drafting tables, light boxes, a cork board wall filled with inspiring articles and pictures etc)
--a library (with leather furniture, a large fireplace, floor to ceiling bookcases, stars painted on the ceiling, little natural light)
--the kitchen (a huge island (with stools on one side), hanging pots and pans, lots of oak, some ceramic tile (mauve)(one mosaic countertop), rhubarb polenta coffee cake, a milkshake machine, a juicer and a crate of fresh oranges lemons and grapefruits, a sizable wine rack (mostly full of
reisling)
Grace arrives at the door. On the way she has shed several more strands of hair, much to Julie’s annoyance. She opens the door and encounters .
. . a singing telegram! Four guys! Dressed like a barber shop quartet!
Red and white striped sweaters and straw hats!
They open their mouths. The short one with the handlebar moustache strikes the opening chords on the harmonica. Just when they are about to begin,
Julie interrupts.
“Who are these assholes and how did they get into our costume closet?”
As the barbershop quartet sang on, Grace and Julie Noren had a small squabble, easily solved by a scramble:
“Julie, you’re the asshole. You can’t just call them assholes. Also, I think they brought the costumes from home.”
“You’re right, Grace. I’m sorry I jumped to such harsh conclusions. What
do you say I treat you to a delicious pair of eggs, any way you like them?”
“Scrambled, please.”
Ten minutes later, Grace enters the kitchen. Julie is slaving over the stove having donned a freshly-pressed nautical outfit for the occasion.
Grace sits at one of the stools wearing her tennis whites.
The phone rings.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
in the beginning....
rooster rooster easter albums
rooster rooster easter sings freedom songs
pass the nugget with rooster rooster easter
wee sing around the campfire with rooster rooster easter
rooster rooster easter eases you through labor
party like its 1999 with rooster rooster easter
hahahaha. i don't know who (or if any of you) helped with this list i just found. it is from the first days of the bands existence. when the other band name options had been:
not kin
or
kings we are
(also found this list)
we really need to get going on our album. the people are waiting.
FINALS
todays post. i have nothing fun so i will post another vampire picture. still what is getting me through life. if you want other fun posts you should start posting them. and rachel can laugh at us all for still being in college.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
finals!
heres something to brighten your day filled with finals. edward the vampire. i am in love with him. and i am not even kidding.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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