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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: icky
Audience Participation, Among Other Things.
1. On Thursday I drove to Howard County (locally: Hard Counnie, home of the Hard Counnie poe-leece and fahr department.) to have a look at some bedroom furniture I saw posted on craigslist. When I scheduled the appointment with the … Continue reading
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Creepy.
I woke up this morning from a dream within a dream: In the inner dream, I was voting, and weird stuff was coming up on the screen as I made my choice for president – extra names and such. One … Continue reading
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Unconditional Love
An hour or so before we were supposed to leave for Woodstock last Friday, Scott came in from the backyard, pale and wide-eyed, and said, “don’t look outside.” I knew immediately what had happened: Max caught and killed something. We’ve … Continue reading
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Shitty Job
A few weeks ago, Mrs. Boss found an enema bag under the bench outside the studio. It was full. Last week, there was a long trail of horse poop down the alley. What was a horse was doing outside a … Continue reading
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