moonphishh asked: Your turn! Please share ten facts about yourself and then pass this on to your ten favorite followers.
Ten facts… I’ll do my best.
1. I am an only child. Proudly. I wouldn’t be the same individual I am now if not shaped by that experience.
2. I was a Boy Scout. My favorite memory was neither camping nor the pinewood derby but this Halloween pizza party that we had where a few of the parents dressed up as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as they were depicted during their stage tour in the early nineties. My mom was Raphael. Raphael, to this day, is still my favorite turtle.
3. I have an aversion to white athletic socks. They make me feel uneasy. I’m weird.
4. Yayoi Kusama, Cy Twombly, Jean-Michael Basquait and David Hockney are my favorite artists. No particular order.
5. I’ve never had a broken bone or have had to get stitched.
6. I’m not a fan of math and math is not a fan of me. At parties, we stay on opposite sides of the room.
7. At one time I held a black belt in Okinawan Karate; Shotokan.
8. I squee like a child at every puppy.
9. My past creative endeavors can be found on iTunes.
10. Most people comment on how nice my handwriting is. The funny thing is I failed my handwriting class in 3rd grade based solely on the fact that I apparently hold my writing utensil “incorrectly.”
A rare 1974 interview with Kurt Vonnegut, touching on some oh-so-timely issues. (via explore-blog)
It’s only recently that I’ve come to understand that writers are not marginal to our society, that they, in fact, do all our thinking for us, that we are writing myths and our myths are believed, and that old myths are believed until someone writes a new one.
I think it’s a beginning for authors to acknowledge that they are myth-makers and that if they are widely read, will have an influence that will last for many years — I don’t think that there’s a strong awareness of that now, and we have such a young culture that there is an opportunity to contribute wonderful new myths to it, which will be accepted.
(Source: , via jesseharding)
Do you know what siddhi are?
They are, in the yoga tradition, special powers one may obtain through finding enlightenment.
Are they real?
Well, I would never be so presumptuous to say that they definitely do. I wouldn’t be so myopic to say that they don’t either.
My teacher told me once that when one achieves enlightenment and develops any one of the siddhi, one should just simply ignore it. I couldn’t fathom why I would want to forget a byproduct of the ultimate gift of a yoga practice.
In my ashstanga practice tonight I moved into a pose that I typically find myself working towards but tonight it came easily. I was washed over with a crashing wave of pride at how my body has found this new space in which to exist.
Let me tell you: As I transitioned out, movement that I have all of the muscle memory in the world for, I fell flat on my face. Hard.
And now I understand.