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Teaching Yoga Donna Farhi
Tao Te Ching, Lao Tsu
The Web that Has No Weaver, Ted J. KaptchukOn the iPod:
The Shins
They Might Be Giants
ABBAOn the Mat:
Hips, yo.
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Tag Archives: bawlamer
Apocalypse sNow
From the sound of things on Friday, our region was to be struck by one to two feet of apocalypse, but it turned out we got one to two feet of snow, instead. My classes were tiny on Friday and … Continue reading
Serendipity
Every now and then, some piece of information comes along at exactly the right time. In this case, as I am half-seriously considering a second (or third, or fourth) career in erotica, a completely unrelated bit of web surfing turned … Continue reading
Frivolousness
I spent this afternoon meandering around Fells Point, after checking out the Baltimore Tattoo Museum. Between the chinese slippers on my feet, Mr. T Experience in the car, and the junk stores, I felt like I was fifteen again, only … Continue reading
All this fasting really works up an appetite.
I’m a little wifty here at hour twenty-one of fasting. It’s not bad. This is the first time I’ve fasted (for Yom Kippur at least) in thirteen years, and before that, I don’t really remember ever fasting for the whole … Continue reading
Two for the Road
I. I keep seeing a bumper sticker that says, “If you think you’re perfect, try walking on water.” It annoys me, not because of the sentiment so much, but because it doesn’t make any sense. What does walking on water … Continue reading
Abandoning Navigational Instruments
Earlier today I mentioned to an acquaintance that I am teaching at the Park Heights JCC, and we had a little chat about Pikesville, the place that doesn’t let you leave. Ever. No matter where you go, or what you … Continue reading
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More Dates of Note
This weekend marks several milestones. I. Movement I had to buy new stickers yesterday. A couple of years ago I started marking my exercise for the day with a sticker on the calendar, whether that exercise was lifting weights, yoga, … Continue reading
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IDs, of sorts.
1. I am determined to spend the remainder of my time as a thirty-four year old wearing things that will officially become inappropriate and tacky the second I turn thirty-five. I think nine months of miniskirts and short-shorts is as … Continue reading
Benefits
In the past couple of weeks, since my great and powerful frenzy of activity quieted, I have had time to appreciate some of the finer things in life, like sleeping, and not cramming ten days of stuff into each seven … Continue reading
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