I heart MySpace

Tonight I was looking at the web page that shows me all my MySpace friends. I was marveling at the technology and ingenuity that makes it possible for me to be virtual friends with a Louisiana Cajun who now lives in Kuala Lumpur, a published novelist, a doctoral student in Washington state who grew up near my hometown and a sweet gal from Ohio who’s a non-smoker like me. There are other interesting characters, including some of my 3-D friends. Technology rocks sometimes.

Sweating bullets over a good book

Last weekend I started reading a book I’d ordered from Amazon. All About Lulu is the debut novel by Jonathan Evison, whom I’d encountered on MySpace. Around 3 Saturday afternoon, I carried the book over to the pool and plunged in. Seven or so hours later, I’d finished it. Now that’s a pretty solid sign that I liked the book. I let the laundry go so I could keep reading. Instead of a proper dinner, I snacked on cheese crackers.

Sweatiest Yoga Ever

Tonight’s yoga practice was especially grueling. I produced the most sweat I ever have in my practice, and that’s saying a lot.

Afterwards, we tried to figure out why tonight was more challenging. And had fun reviewing the more challenging sequences of poses we did instead of our usual sun salutations. Usually we start with a set of four or so child’s poses, then modified plank, crocodile, back to child’s pose . . . Then we advance to the tradition of down dog, high plank, low plank, up dog, forward fold, down dog and on . . . Tonight, after two sets of the usual child’s poses, modified plank, etc., we did multiples of this sequence: down dog, high plank, low plank, up dog, low plank, high plank . . . Eventually we got back to down dog, then when we’d get back to up dog, we’d do low plank, high plank, down dog. I won’t go into the warrior series but it was all good!

Dancing with the what?

I feel like such an idiot when I catch myself grinning while some pretty celebrity busts a move on Dancing with the Stars. All I can figure is my love of movie musicals has kicked in. When Fred and Ginger dance into high gear, or even better, when Danny Kaye and what’s-her-name break into a beautiful song-and-dance routine just because they’re in the mood, I’m in heaven.

Call me a sap — I don’t care. I’m waiting for the day when I’m walking downtown and suddenly everyone breaks into a song-and-dance routine that rocks the world. Yes it could too happen.