it’s just a demo by the lead singer of the Strokes so the quality isn’t all that great, but i can listen to it all day. thank you to Q for always thinking of me when he finds such magical things. i hope you too enjoy: i’ll try anything once
i want to meet banksy. i know, who doesn’t want to meet banksy?
here’s a recent banksy creation (i love the iconic hourglass) and a quote from him about art/life/death:
“….maybe all art is about just trying to live on for a bit. I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
we finally purchased a couch. i fondly call it couchaphant. because it’s as big as an elephant. and gray. it was originally custom designed by the amazing store room service LA . but we bought it second-hand, so we didn’t have to sell our kidneys on the black market to be able to afford it.
it also came with a huge (4 ft x 4 ft) ottoman. we don’t have room for that in the living room because it would engulf our green rug and you would walk into our house and feel a little bombarded by gray micro suede. so that’s currently sitting in the corner of our bedroom acting as a clothing ‘waiting room’. you know the pile that occurs when you’re too lazy to put things away. this pile gets assessed every morning, and from it we pull a few pieces that still have wear in the them before they need washing. wow. we sound grimey. oh wait, we live in silverlake. showering is optional. it’s all good.
our thrift store purchase o’ the week is this lovely fan. the model is called ‘nobility’. cool huh? it was a bargain and we had fun cleaning off the rust. and by fun i mean we used every sort of cleaning agent except what you’re supposed to use for rust. the best outcome was with tom’s whitening gel toothpaste. go figure.
today begins day 1 of finding myself a yoga studio to join.
i’m starting with urth yoga in silverlake.
i’m not sure that my plow pose, shoulder stands, downward dogs and whatnot will make for the most riveting content, but you’re going to be subjected to my yoga adventures anyway. and here’s why: i LOVE yoga.
there, i said it. i know it’s not cool anymore to get excited about things, but i’m all for starting an anti-apathy revolution. i’m over the bored stares and disdain and the aloof ‘whatev’ crowd. in fact, if you are not excited about anything then i’m bored by you and your too cool for school ways.
i started classes in 2005 in melbourne, australia. the studio i’d go to was dreamy. it had huge windows and gorgeous wooden floors. the ceiling was tin so during shivasana (the part at the end where you lie on your back in ‘corpse’ pose), i’d gaze at the patterns and just feel so grateful for those moments. my favorite yoga instructor there was elizabeth. she was in her late 40’s or early 50’s i’d guess. it’s hard to tell with yogis. she could have been 107 for all i know. but she was limber and graceful and full of energy. she’d always change up the class and push us individually to keep striving. i love that the only competition in yoga is with yourself. no one else needs anything from you in that space in time. it’s you and your body and your breath. and for someone like me who doesn’t really know how to stop and stand still, yoga is where i found some pause.
so. i’m ready to hit the mat. i’ll keep you posted.
disclaimer: no matter how much i love yoga, i vow to never end my blog posts with namasté. ha.
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