Category Archives: Daily Life

Everything from impromptu thoughts to well-constructed observations.

Today’s Practice

Tadasana to
Uttanasana to
Adho Mukha Svanasana.
Lunge right leg forward and take
Parsvottanasana to
Utthita Trikonasana to
Virabhadrasana II to
Parsvakonasana to
Ardha Chandrasana to
Trikonasana to
Utthita Hasta Padasana to
Parsvottansana to
Virabhadrasana I to
Virabhadrasana III to
Virabhadrasana I to
Adho Mukha Svanasana.
Lunge left leg forward and repeat.
Vrksasana.
Salamba Sirsasana for 3 minutes.
Halasana to
Salamba Sarvangasana for 5 minutes.
Eka Pada Sarvangasana.

Savasana for 10 minutes.

As Saturn Turns

Last night, a truly odd series of steps led me into a parallel universe where people I’ve barely met know me better than anyone in the world. Among strangers, I’m able to shed pretension and relax. No steering against the whirlpool of emotional insecurity, avoiding the eddies and whorls of assumptions and misunderstanding. Previous house parties were always a syncopated dance among cliches of old friends and other-peoples-dates, never quite settling on any real conversation for safety’s sake. I’m unfamiliar with the freedom of tacit acceptance, so easily offered when you come with the right references. I’m not sure I made a good impression, but I definitely didn’t leave a bad one.

Happy New Year.

I, Gumbo

As the year winds down I’m artificially encouraged to summarize the past 12 months. That feels like summarizing every movie at a theater with one sentence. A horrific comedy of fantastic scenarios spread across space and time.

Ever since my non-new-year resolution to embrace change I feel less like a protagonist in my own one-dimensional story and more like a special guest star in various other tales. Sure, my story is still happening. I just feel like it’s best to let it simmer on low for a few while I go explore what existence means through the eyes of others.

From time to time, I’ll come back and add to my crock pot of identity. I’ll let other people get a taste to see if I’m ready. Once the gumbo I’ve used to recognize myself nears perfection, I can serve a feast for everyone to read and enjoy. I yearn for a time when I can sit across from a friend still prodding bits of my story with a toothpick, my personality on their breath.

Sage Advice

Under no circumstances should you EVER have sex with the bartender unless:
1. You never plan to visit that bar again.
OR
2. You plan to marry that girl.

I stand by this statement.

First 15

If you like to play games, check out this web series.

Deep down, we all love games in some respect but it’s easy to get lost in the frills of lights, color, marketing! From sports jerseys to quarters in a pool table, money spent on fun is often intrinsically linked to a game in some way.  And money is only the surface cost of the recreational aids we choose.  There’s the time and energy devoted to pastimes once considered only for “kids”.  When MMORPGs emerged, full-grown adults lost jobs due to the siren’s call of DING.  Games make us feel rewarded and satisfied with ourselves.  Tangible goals and achievements used to brighten the barren landscape of daily living.

Most of what I understand of gaming as an industry is tempered through the lens of Tycho Brahe of Penny Arcade, an unconventional think tank of creativity and marketing based in Redmond, WA.  Tycho’s way of phrasing things generally blows my mind about once or twice a year, on average. He provides consistently incisive perspectives that target the human element of gaming and amplify it for effect.  Tycho, joined by his heterosexual life partner Gabe, also regularly appears in a PATV series called First 15 which I directed you to earlier.

Video games come in so many different formats it’s hard to like them all and yet Penny Arcade manages to play all the fields. Marketers of the marketers, they provide an environment that filters through all the nonsense and reduces all gaming to the fundamental question – is is fun?  From innocent, easy games developed to help children with learning disabilities communicate are weighed on the same scale as the most recent megacorporate flagship release part IV.  It’s a refreshing oasis in a world that is literally dedicated to horsing around.

If you don’t believe me, just watch this one video.  It’s the First 15 for Crypt of the Necrodancer – a game I would never even glance at before but now I’m interested in playing.  During the video you get to watch Gabe face something he admittedly sucks at and by the end he’s at least given it a fair chance.  It blows my mind to watch human nature unfold like that.  At the end, Gabe an Tycho summarize their opinions thusly:

“I think that’s something from a nightmare realm” – Gabe

“I want to invest some time in playing co-op by myself.” -Tycho

And yet the game itself is not crucified for not pleasing everybody.  And trust me, some of the games they play are put on a cross and left to die – justly.

Why I Don’t Teach Iyengar Yoga

In about 3 hours I’m going to teach a small group of friends some yoga. It’s part of a resolution I made around this time last year. I never expected it to take this long.  Continue reading Why I Don’t Teach Iyengar Yoga

Bedtime

Sometimes I get home from work and all I want to do is put on pajamas, order Chinese food and watch TV until I fall asleep.

And then I remember I’m a hard-working, single adult.  So that’s what I do.

Freedom means going to bed early when you really want to.

Yogcrastination

I need to clean the floor. That’s when I notice how much floor I have. Finally unloaded some ancient cardboard boxes full of books, tapes and crinkled memories. Each Disney animated movie released in the 90s holds a gift basket of connotations and aspirations in my heart.  At this point, I have them committed to memory. Clam cases are destined for kitschier art than mine.

The floor is dry.  It turns out the best way to start a home practice is try and plan a yoga lesson. Every day of that week you will do at least one of the poses you look at.  Or maybe it’s another one of my nervous tics – like singing along to country music.  That said, I will teach a group of people what I do to keep myself feeling good.  Standing in front of people and asking for their attention is scarier than skydiving.  This might be the only time I ever do it.

Honestly, it’s hard being alone with myself. I won’t keep my hands off me.  Last month, I started to worry about other people’s opinions.  I’m not really sure why, but a few swift kicks to the metaphorical groin fixed that.  Freedom is a little too fresh to start playing with social pressures.  All my gauges are level.  A rare moment of stillness before the challenges of 2016 crash down.  Enjoying the view in both directions.

Home Practice

I just want everyone to know.  I’ve done yoga for myself nearly every day this month.  It’s how I keep making such good decisions for my future.

-Ro