MARCH 14, 2002

Today is the day to bow to the will of the power of cheese.

New stuff for you to read today! Something funny (or at least silly) at Knowumsayin, and something not funny, but about something supposedly funny, at Popmatters. You'll know what I mean when you read it.

I went to yoga last night, because I'm sooo good at maintaning balance here (heart) here (mind) and here (soul: can you guess where I'm pointing?)

Anyway, yoga is cool and all that but my teacher repeatedly tells us this lie. Whenever we're doing some hard pose, he reminds us, "It's not a competitive sport."

Bull.

Everybody in that class is such a show-off, and I'm not just saying that because my downward-facing-dog sucks. Get this: last night they were practicing HEADSTANDS. This is an 'open level,' where supposedly all levels compete, er, practice. But I guess I just figured that the really good people wouldn't waste their time by hanging out with losers like us.

Anyway, we dorks who couldn't stand on our heads sat around on our stinky mats helplessly while these other people conspiculously flailed around their limbs and when they were done, loudly critiqued the headstands of other people. What jerks. I mean, my open mind sends love to them.

Namaste.