Square: My Image is Suffering.
Had my first ukulele lesson with Mark Michaels yesterday. Total ex-hippie, funny guy. Asked me what music I listen to, of course, can't think of a thing when put on the spot, asked if I could take out my iPod to reference. He said sure, but you have to let me look through it. Of course. I mention The Clash and he was like, pffff, Black Flag and Dead Kennedys is where it's at. I was like, oh yeah yeah yeah. He's scrolling through, comes across both aforementioned bands and was like, "Oh! You weren't lying about knowing this stuff!"
THEN. Today I had a one-on-one yoga class and my teacher, Lisa, was like, your pick of music today. Again, being slow on music preferences she jumped in and said, too decisively, "You look like a Dave Matthews kind of girl."
PAUSE.
I really tried not to look so put off. But I must have made a face because she punished me by making me try to do a wheel:
Ah, that looks so nice when one does it properly. I did manage to sort of make it into this position (by gripping my teacher's ankles and her pulling up my middle with her arms, yes, I'm so out of shape that is what it came to). It was ridiculous. So she let me turn onto my tummy:
Wheeeeeeee! This is much more fun because you can rock back and forth while breeeeeathing. And you don't have to grab someone else's ankles.
Saw Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day with Rach tonight and it was light / delightful. Miss Pettigrew gets a makeover in the movie. I kinda think I need one too. Something that does not signal "DMB," preferably. Maybe it doesn't help that I also feel inclined to post giant pictures of yoga poses in my LJ.
Buuuuuuuut I'm not ready to toss my LLBean coat and my Birks. Or my yoga mat.
Final thought: Allen described someone as, "One sandwich short of a picnic." I'd never heard that one before! So using it asap.
THEN. Today I had a one-on-one yoga class and my teacher, Lisa, was like, your pick of music today. Again, being slow on music preferences she jumped in and said, too decisively, "You look like a Dave Matthews kind of girl."
PAUSE.
I really tried not to look so put off. But I must have made a face because she punished me by making me try to do a wheel:
Ah, that looks so nice when one does it properly. I did manage to sort of make it into this position (by gripping my teacher's ankles and her pulling up my middle with her arms, yes, I'm so out of shape that is what it came to). It was ridiculous. So she let me turn onto my tummy:
Wheeeeeeee! This is much more fun because you can rock back and forth while breeeeeathing. And you don't have to grab someone else's ankles.
Saw Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day with Rach tonight and it was light / delightful. Miss Pettigrew gets a makeover in the movie. I kinda think I need one too. Something that does not signal "DMB," preferably. Maybe it doesn't help that I also feel inclined to post giant pictures of yoga poses in my LJ.
Buuuuuuuut I'm not ready to toss my LLBean coat and my Birks. Or my yoga mat.
Final thought: Allen described someone as, "One sandwich short of a picnic." I'd never heard that one before! So using it asap.