The Last Buddha Joke (for now)
Q: Why can't the Buddha vacuum under the sofa?
A: Because he has no attachments.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Buddha Joke 3
Q. What did the Buddha say when the hot dog vendor asked if he had change?
A. Change must come from within.
A. Change must come from within.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Buddha Joke 2
Q. What does the Buddha say when the hot dog vendor asks him what he would like to order?
A. One with Everything.
A. One with Everything.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
A New Type of TM
Q: Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused his dentist's Novocain during root canal work?
A: He wanted to transcend dental medication!
A: He wanted to transcend dental medication!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Vegas
This past weekend I played hookey from teaching my yoga classes (sorry about that) because my girlfriend wanted to treat me to a Dave Matthews Band Concert in Las Vegas. Since I'd never been to Vegas before I thought it would be a great opportunity to try something new.
We drove to Vegas from LA, which took only about 5 hours to get there and 4 hours to get back. I was trying to save $200 on a plane ticket (which I ended up losing anyway at the BlackJack table 2 days later---in the span of about 25 minutes).
We met up with some college buddies of mine who flew in from New York for the show. They are certified rabid DMB fans who try to make at least 2 shows each year all over the country.
Apparently there are lots of these DMB fans out there. Over 800,000 of them pay $35 per year to be in the DMB fan club. The guy who sat (or I should say "stood") behind us at the show was apparently logging his 126th DMB show and was friends with all of the other 100 or so fanclub members in our section. He knew which songs would be played at which times (if they would be played at all) and which stage set ups meant which encore the band would perform, etc. It was mindblowing. We were surrounded by the DMB version of Trekkies.
I just got into Dave Matthews a few months ago (mostly because my girlfriend is a fan---although she's only been to a paltry 10 shows, making her fan-status questionable compared with everyone else). I was only familiar with the popular songs, which I found out he doesn't usually like to play during live performances. I can understand that from teaching yoga. It's nice to break from the familiar and teach something different---but I digress.
10 minutes after 9pm, Dave and crew roll onto stage dressed in "I'm gonna run over to Blockbuster to take this movie back" attire---jeans and t-shirts, looking like they just woke up from a nap. There was no stage dressing or dramatic backdrop. Apparently, this was standard for a DMB concert---just pure music. No frills.
It didn't really matter; I was too busy being blown away by the audience's reaction to his arrival on the stage. People were literally going ape s*#t when they came out and how could you not admire a group with such a loyal following.
True to legend, Dave played very few hits and the encore was "Everyday," as our new friend "126" behind us predicted to the entire row.
All in all, I enjoyed the show. My friends were quietly disappointed that Dave didn't play more familiar songs because they wanted me to have a good time. But I assured them that I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And I would certainly go back to another DMB show.
The rest of Vegas was pretty decent. I'm not much of a casino gambler so I didn't do much of that (except for those 20 minutes where I nearly lost my a*%). We laid out by the pool for a bit, and went to some nice restaurants.
I'm glad I FINALLY went to Las Vegas. So now I know what that's like. I don't think I'll be going back anytime soon, unless it's for another show of some sort.
And about missing class, I promise I'll make it up to you. Don't know how yet, or even when---considering that I'm out of here on April 10th---but I will ; )
We drove to Vegas from LA, which took only about 5 hours to get there and 4 hours to get back. I was trying to save $200 on a plane ticket (which I ended up losing anyway at the BlackJack table 2 days later---in the span of about 25 minutes).
We met up with some college buddies of mine who flew in from New York for the show. They are certified rabid DMB fans who try to make at least 2 shows each year all over the country.
Apparently there are lots of these DMB fans out there. Over 800,000 of them pay $35 per year to be in the DMB fan club. The guy who sat (or I should say "stood") behind us at the show was apparently logging his 126th DMB show and was friends with all of the other 100 or so fanclub members in our section. He knew which songs would be played at which times (if they would be played at all) and which stage set ups meant which encore the band would perform, etc. It was mindblowing. We were surrounded by the DMB version of Trekkies.
I just got into Dave Matthews a few months ago (mostly because my girlfriend is a fan---although she's only been to a paltry 10 shows, making her fan-status questionable compared with everyone else). I was only familiar with the popular songs, which I found out he doesn't usually like to play during live performances. I can understand that from teaching yoga. It's nice to break from the familiar and teach something different---but I digress.
10 minutes after 9pm, Dave and crew roll onto stage dressed in "I'm gonna run over to Blockbuster to take this movie back" attire---jeans and t-shirts, looking like they just woke up from a nap. There was no stage dressing or dramatic backdrop. Apparently, this was standard for a DMB concert---just pure music. No frills.
It didn't really matter; I was too busy being blown away by the audience's reaction to his arrival on the stage. People were literally going ape s*#t when they came out and how could you not admire a group with such a loyal following.
True to legend, Dave played very few hits and the encore was "Everyday," as our new friend "126" behind us predicted to the entire row.
All in all, I enjoyed the show. My friends were quietly disappointed that Dave didn't play more familiar songs because they wanted me to have a good time. But I assured them that I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And I would certainly go back to another DMB show.
The rest of Vegas was pretty decent. I'm not much of a casino gambler so I didn't do much of that (except for those 20 minutes where I nearly lost my a*%). We laid out by the pool for a bit, and went to some nice restaurants.
I'm glad I FINALLY went to Las Vegas. So now I know what that's like. I don't think I'll be going back anytime soon, unless it's for another show of some sort.
And about missing class, I promise I'll make it up to you. Don't know how yet, or even when---considering that I'm out of here on April 10th---but I will ; )
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Not Teaching This Weekend
I just found out that I have to go out of town for the weekend. No drama. It's all good. I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm subbing out my classes until Monday. Sorry about the short notice. Have a good one and I'll fill you in on the details later on...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Flexibility
It matters not how flexible you are in your body. Only how flexible you are in your mind.
-Unknown
-Unknown
Monday, March 19, 2007
Post Costa Rica Syndrome
I've been back from Costa Rica for a week now.My experience on the retreat was so mind-blowingly wonderful that I suffered from a slight "depression" once I came returned to LA. I found it a tad difficult to be present while doing things like teaching my classes, or sitting in traffic. I longed for a communal life in the jungles and beaches of Costa Rica. I didn't think that I would feel this way, but I do.
I guess that feeling will start to go away little by little as I get back into my daily routine.
For now, I'm prepping to go to India for a couple of weeks starting on April 10th. That trip will kick off my vedic meditation teacher training program, which will take me to Arizona for 12 weeks over the summer.
Click here to see photos from the retreat.