Stave off those writer blues with these rejuvenating yoga poses. (My favorite is “Form Rejection Pose.”)
Such a great, honest take on depression and mood disorders generally. So worth a read for anyone who appreciates good writing and poignant, revelatory self-care.
Ever get that icky feeling when you and a group of other white people who can afford to spend $16 on a yoga class chant “ohm shanti shanti shanti?”
I’m fleshing out the skeleton of an essay chronicling my complex relationship with yoga, and, peripherally, with non-western healing in general.
Topics include Orientalism, embodiment, social business models, capitalism. The usual.
Sorry for the hiatus on funny, prescient posts y’all. I’ve been spending a lot of time asleep and gazing at my cat’s fuzzy orange underside. The full moon was nice, if too brief.
I’m using adjectives like “nice”; I’m obviously tired.
I’m jealous of folks who have boundless energy. Just bottle some and bring it to me.
So I’m trying to eliminate gluten from my already restrictive diet. I’ve been feeling really sluggish and heavy, and I know that my occasional binge-eating of whatever day-old bread Chett brings home from WFM is not helping matters.
But I am now officially the obnoxious, allergen-ridden person that I have always rolled my eyes at. Don’t take yourself too seriously, folks. You’ll look like a fool sooner or later.
So now my meals consist of an avocado, a can of beans, some berries, and corn chips. I feel like I’m back in college!
Nebraska gets a lot of shit. It is pretty weird. Everyone has guns and eats a lot of feedlot beef. Not to mention the incredible volume of corn. Oh my lord the corn. (Nebraska’s college football team mascot is literally a white guy in a flannel shirt and cowboy hat: a Cornhusker).
Omaha is pretty cute as far as Anytown, U.S.A. cities go. At least the part where the strip malls end and the old houses begin. Plus Malcolm X was born here (and the KKK subsequently burned his house down. Cool.).
I start to get a little freaked out when every man that Chett and I interact with completely ignores me and only speaks to him (despite his nose ring). Plus the fact that literally every one of my cousins has gotten married/knocked up/a nice house in the suburbs in the last year. Good for them, but jeepers give me a break.
My family is also obsessed with World War II. Still. As if the lauded Allied Powers didn’t slaughter millions of colonized/brown people whenever they got the chance. Sometimes I don’t know how to have conversations with people.
I guess I’m missing my friends who know about things like cultural imperialism and heteronormativity. Can you tell that I miss the liberal arts writing center?
Chett and I discovered a kick-ass little natural foods store where, instead of just throwing near-expired product in the garbage (*cough*wholefoods*cough*), they sell items at discounted prices. Got some green juices for $3, plus some hella cheap kombucha. We’re both feeling a little on the sickly side, so probiotics are key.