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Diary
2:39 p.m. - Thursday, Sept. 23, 2004
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yoga+dipti and her gaggle of folks
I don't know much...I really don't....and I certainly don't claim to know much about yoga....but i have a feeling that you should not be icing the heels of your palms the day after you do a simple 'beginner' 1 hour yoga class. My hands are so sore and swollen, that when I tried to open the door to the ladies restroom with my hand, I found I could not, and had to instead use the force of my entire body to swing it open. Sad sad. OH, and I weigh a paltry 126.5, gross me out I am a floggin Mousey Indian Girl, MIG, for real now. Theres no two ways about it....another upper for the self esteem.
So, let me state, again, for the record, that I am not a yoga master by any (yoga) stretch of the imagination, and yet, when the woman was like, today is 'hip' day....we are focusing on the hips, I do remember thinking to myself, that seems really counter-yoga, to focus on one part of your body, very anti-everything I know about yoga. And so we proceed to have a 'hip' day, which basically means we are in the 'downward dog' position (And there has GOT TO BE a betta name for this), which is buttup, on all fours, body is a triangle. And we spent so much of the hour like this, and now I am regretting it. And don't get me wrong, I was not all pushing myself and scheiBe, because hey, that sounds as about anti-yoga as focusing on just one area of the body for an hour, and I kept reverting back to my childhood when everyone was holding their pose, i.e. I kept resting in child's pose (she told us to do that if we get tired...I took her to her word) and so everyones butt is in the air, doing these bendy hip open things, and I would be face down, body curled over my knees, childs posing it up, cuz the heels of my hands were DYING. And it only got worse in the morning, so I went to the cafe and asked for ice, and spent a bit of time icing myself...CUZ OF YOGA! Very anti-holisitic, anti-harmony, anti-floggin-yoga, if you ask me.
In other news, this is a totally undeserved break and I need to get back. I had yummyyummy Zachary's pizza yesterday, but in true Dipti fashion, instead of Dipti-Sheila one-on-one time, oh, wait, Sheila, I want you to meet Patricia....oh, hey Steve, your friend has a crush on Patricia, you guys should come...oh, you can't cuz you are showing around a Chechen activist from Russia who was interviewed on KPFA this morning and this other Russian girl from Vista college...one love Steve.... =bring them all along.
As the afternoon progressed, I realized this was not panning out to be the dinner I had envisioned. So I leave a message for steve and saw its off, lets reschedule for next time. So Patricia (who is a lovely friend from undergrad...she Marla and I were friends frosh year...the best nugglet about Patricia is that she does not program numbers into her phone..."i like the surprise" she says....and she thinks that it is wack to screen..."if my phone is on, I will answer it"....i adore this one) Sheila and I are about to be seated and dig into our pizza that was ready cuz I pre-ordered....and in walks Steve, his German friend, and the Russians.....so the evening consisted of Sheila and I checking in with each other and checking out the HOT (so hot we were actually in agreement) HOT too-young-for-us-but-who-cares rugby boys at the adjacent table, while a lively conversation about genocide, human rights, and pressing sociopolitical issues took place ALL IN RUSSIAN, between the rest of the members of the table. Even a waitress friend of Patricias, who she randomly saw there, came over to the table and busted out in Russian....once that happened I threw my fist up in the air and said MOSCOW! Sheila appeared embarrassed. God knows why.
The pizza was awesome, and the night went well, but I certainly am troubled by my inability to 'cap' events wrt to people....sheila was just laughing and was like, this is so you, Dipti, this is par for the course. I just think that it is a bit too much (i.e. I am a bit too much) even for myself. It is just sad that Sheila was expecting to see me that night, and possibly Patricia, and here comes Dipti, with the gaggle of folks, most of whom she doesn't even know.
Problematic.
I am hoping to get enough work done to actually hang out with Sheila and hear about her first week o teaching. She is DRAINED. I need to go now.
thanks for reading!
love you
Dipti
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