yoga

sometimes:

• in downward facing dog, my glasses fall off my ears... and onto the mat.
• i want to wipe off the sweat sliding down my back, but i'm trying to hold a pose.
• i am standing so close to my neighbor that he drips sweat on me.
  
• i fake it, especially toward the end.
  
• i don't chant when other people chant. it makes me feel uncomfortable. well, i'll chant ohm. that actually feels pleasant.
  

an ordinary weekend: dinner with eugene alicia; tartine with brendan; cornerstone holiday party (the pain was dulled by steady alcohol consumption); belated birthday lunch with harry (he advises: fuck a lot of guys. go to law school. stop whining. go to yoga); yoga.