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Shut Up Already. No, Really. Shut. Up.
Acupuncture or Vicodin? Can’t it be both?
BY MAGAZINE CORRESPONDENT VANESSA FIOLA
The Magazine of Yoga Conversation: RecoveringYogi
Here’s what happened behind the scenes
on RecoveringYogi this month:
January, being the month of resolutions and change, offered plenty in the way of both for the RecoveringYogi crew. It was also when they realized that they are nothing if not rock-n-roll.
Keeping with her longstanding tradition of attainable New Year’s resolutions (Joslyn resolving, on Elephant Journal.com), Joslyn resolved to go to the movies more often.
By the third week of the month, when the three girls wound up together in LA, they couldn’t find a movie Joslyn hadn’t already seen. (Roger Ebert couldn’t find a movie Joslyn hadn’t seen.)
A loophole, a re-lo and alarming vinyasa
Bored, they were left to talking about Jos’s three-month-long Draconian eating regimen: no caffeine, sugar, gluten, alcohol, dairy, corn, nightshade vegetables, vinegar, or soy sauce. In a fortuitous loophole, her wunderkind acupuncturist neglected to include Vicodin on the list. Joslyn exploited the oversight by washing back a couple with some Chinese herbs.
Unbeknownst to her, Leslie moved to from Austin to San Francisco. In other news, she also ended up taking TWO vinyasa classes, surprising the shit out of Vanessa and Joslyn. She had previously sworn off any class not beginning with “Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo” and ending with “Long Duck Dong” (errr, whatever) and “Sat Nam.” Next thing you know, she’ll be teaching a Baptiste class again.
Just say OM: the 60 minute mat max
Vanessa decided to put into action some resolutions she could actually stick with, which brought her back to regularly attending yoga in a studio.
She has loved being back in the classroom again, but has a suggestion for those teachers out there about her new favorite format: the 60-minute variety. Namely, if your class is 60 minutes long, you cannot start by talking for 15. She wants you to trust her when she says that nothing you’re saying can be that interesting, unless of course you’re talking about where to find GT’s original formula Kombucha or who’s playing SXSW.
Raindrops on roses and stickers on kittens
Throughout January, RY images popped up around the country, from the farmers markets of Los Angeles to the subways of Brooklyn. And if it’s January, it must mean Yoga Journal San Francisco. Joslyn took one for the team, braving Lululemon tracksuits and jangly ankle bracelets to subversively distribute RY stickers and business cards.
Want one of your own? We’ll send you some if you promise to post it in heavily trafficked areas. (Note: Your bedroom doesn’t count unless you live at either the Playboy mansion or the White House.)
This month, we also started to showcase a writer on our homepage each month. Kicking things off was the illustrious, funny-as-f*ck, and bespectacled Kris Nelson. If you haven’t read his brilliant missives, check them out. (Keep an eye out for next month, where RY sits down with Mr. Nelson and a bottle of bourbon to find out what he really thinks about all of this yoga business.)
Coming up: Carlos Pomeda in TMOY. Go, Vanessa
Besides being the month of resolution and change, January laid the seeds for an exciting RY February. For starters, Vanessa will be interviewing leading yogic philosopher Carlos Pomeda for The Magazine of Yoga. (Stay tuned!)
And don’t miss our new yoga birthers’ column
We are also introducing a new Friday series called “This Is Probably Someone’s Yoga Bio,” which satirizes the ridiculous trend in hyperbolic yoga CVs.
Until next month…
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