a NYE of yoga and sci-fi
My New Year's Eve was as similarly low-key as my Christmas holiday. I left work around 5 and took part in a 2.5 hour yoga class at OM Yoga near Union Sq. Before you marvel at my physical or mental stamina, know that only about 1.5 hours were what one generally understands as yoga. The other hour was devoted to breathing, chanting, winding down, and meditation. Both the physical and the meditative aspects are--for me, at least--essential and inseparable to the practice, and I found the class (my first one at OM) incredibly rewarding and restoring. And since I cannot drink for another three or four months, I might as well concentrate on the various dynamics of my health. That's my current rational, anyway.
After the class, I quickly changed and departed for Astoria to my friend and former kickball captain's house for a marathon of "Twilight Zone." I did not know such a thing existed! 48 hours of TZ?! Nostalgic and fantastic. I bought some dinner ingredients along the way and made a Southern/Asian mash-up of catfish marinated in a wasabi ginger sauce, steamed bok choy (should have been collard greens, but couldn't find), and fried potatoes (which should have been sweet potatoes, but also shit out of luck). In hindsight, I wish we had ordered something via delivery, because too much TZ was missed while cooking.
I crashed in Queens because there was no way I was taking the train back through Manhattan with so many drunken tourists about. (Could I ever post about NYE in NYC without bitching about the tourists? Ha.) New Year's Day began with coffee, more TZ, and me insisting we play U2's infamous "New Year's Day." Then I was off to a big to-do at the SGI Buddhist center in Union Sq., where I met Leah and her friend Jamie. Afterward, we ate and cracked each other up. Good times.
To close on a flourish...
May everyone take heart in knowing that 2009 will see the installation of a more thoughtful and responsible government. It is my deep desire that we all take part in restoring ourselves, our country, and our planet right now and forever. There's a Native American sentiment that challenges our paradigm of lineage by stating: "We do not inherit the earth from our elders, but borrow it from our children." I like that. I try to live that too.
After the class, I quickly changed and departed for Astoria to my friend and former kickball captain's house for a marathon of "Twilight Zone." I did not know such a thing existed! 48 hours of TZ?! Nostalgic and fantastic. I bought some dinner ingredients along the way and made a Southern/Asian mash-up of catfish marinated in a wasabi ginger sauce, steamed bok choy (should have been collard greens, but couldn't find), and fried potatoes (which should have been sweet potatoes, but also shit out of luck). In hindsight, I wish we had ordered something via delivery, because too much TZ was missed while cooking.
I crashed in Queens because there was no way I was taking the train back through Manhattan with so many drunken tourists about. (Could I ever post about NYE in NYC without bitching about the tourists? Ha.) New Year's Day began with coffee, more TZ, and me insisting we play U2's infamous "New Year's Day." Then I was off to a big to-do at the SGI Buddhist center in Union Sq., where I met Leah and her friend Jamie. Afterward, we ate and cracked each other up. Good times.
To close on a flourish...
May everyone take heart in knowing that 2009 will see the installation of a more thoughtful and responsible government. It is my deep desire that we all take part in restoring ourselves, our country, and our planet right now and forever. There's a Native American sentiment that challenges our paradigm of lineage by stating: "We do not inherit the earth from our elders, but borrow it from our children." I like that. I try to live that too.