- Preamble -
I'm on a writing kick. My goal is 200 words or more a day. I'm going easy on myself when it comes to quality. That doesn't mean you have to, you can shit on my dreams if you'd like you made-up internet people. Just saying, I'm going to be publishing a lot more and much of it will be unedited, self-expression crap. You've been warned.

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I went to a Yoga class for the 2nd time in my life this morning. The first time was 12 years ago. I was living in Northampton and I went to the joint underneath the no-neck gym around the corner. There was a fruity white lady in her late 30s leading me in nasal Sanskrit chants... I dunno, I'm not some hard-core avenger of cultural appropriation. If anything, white folks doing Yoga has caused a renaissance in India - a good thing I suppose in the net computation. Still, it annoys the fuck of out me, and when I was 20 and feeling my "identity oats", it kinda turned me off to the whole thing.

Vini started bringing home a Yoga teacher home when we lived in Delhi 5 years ago. That was awesome.


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