I've gotten rehooked on Ashtanga, as I said. Even after it injured me... I love it but it doesn't love me...*sob*
Albeit, I admit, I have to jerry rig some of the nastier stuff like my faked up pseudo version of Suptakurmasana for example, with knees a bit raised... Pseuptakurmasana...
But thing is, it's got me in a python grip. For example, I took a (psuedo) Moon Day yesterday, after like 9 straight days of Primary every morning, and I ended up feeling like shit the whole day. I did stagger over to the boxing gym but could barely wheeze my way to the end of my normal 5 rounds of speed rope warmup.
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Interesting book: Fool's Gold: How Unrestrained Greed Corrupted a Dream, Shattered Global Markets, and Unleashed a Catastrophe by Gillian Tett. An excellent history of the recent derivatives debacle. Hammers the point home as if we need any convincing that the biggest baddest ass institutions in the world baptized essentially off-track betting as supposedly high tech financial innovation.
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There are some really beautiful human hearts in this world. Kids, teens, seniors, lovely ladies and helpful guys, people with all kinds of artistic, social, intellectual, and spiritual gifts, or even just a soul-melting smile. And yet every one of those occupies an eco-niche that was species-scraped and ethnic-cleansed by some hard-ass forebears who just killed every single thing that didn't shoot them first. All that niceness is built directly on hidden bone and blood. And their lives are maintained only by the constant ongoing undying pressure of unrelenting violence and pain. There's the horror of it.
