Minor Cessation of Brain

So for some reason I decided tonight would be a good time to try bikram yoga for the first time. Not quite sure what I was thinking, or that I was particularly in any fit state to look myself in a room at 42 C (over 100F) for 90 minutes DOING.FRIKKIN.YOGA!

Perhaps I might have faired better than only surviving 25 minutes of the warm-up exercises had I not cycled down there, but that’s probably a poor excuse. To my credit I did manage to stay in the room the whole time without bolting, even though at one point I felt my chest was going to explode. The full length of time I spent in the room was actually around two hours – as Bikram Williamsburg, like most bikram places, requires you to get down there over 20 minutes early if you’re a newbie to ‘acclimatize’.

To be fair, everyone in the class was very friendly and John, the teacher, was quite understanding of my decision to just lie there and try not to pass out while everyone else continued to execute a sweaty series of movements. Not quite the same as my usual mellow session down at go yoga though, that’s for sure.

Where is my beautiful house

Random celeb spot: Last night, just after parting from Stephen and Yi-Hsian, a very spiky, white haired David Byrne strided past me on Astor Place. Looking good Mr B! Made me think back to my first days back in New York when he used to own a duplex at the base of my first New York girlfriend’s apartment – blimey, that’s almost 10 years ago now. And you may ask yourself…

Ocean City Postcard (front)

Ocean City Postcard (front)
Ocean City Postcard (front),
originally uploaded by ultrahi.

Finally got round to uploading that Ocean City postcard I was blathering about a while back. You can also check out the back of the card with its 1944 postmark.


Getting Webby With It

For those of you currently embarking on any Web 2.0 type enterprise – here’s a great set of talks from a few WebTwo luminaries on what they did and didn’t do.

It is Inevitable, Mr Ibsen

Last night we went to see Hedda Gabbler at the BAM, a performance by the Sydney Theatre Company featuring both Cate Blanchett (Hedda) and Hugo Weaving (Judge Brack). It was, to say th e least, absolutely amazing even from up in the nosebleed seats. The set was stunning – as was the lighting, and everyone’s performances just shone. Plus, in the final climax as Judge Brack attempts to blackmail Hedda into an affair Hugo Weaving says ‘inevitable’ in a decidedly Agent Smith manner. Brillant.

You have reached level 3

The bruhaha around South Park’s amazingin Scientology episode continues – Matt and Trey have taken up the gauntlet as this quote from Variety shows: “So, Scientology, you may have won THIS battle, but the million-year war for earth has just begun!”. You gotta love those guys. Maybe they should do an episode about gays marching in St Patrick’s day parades…

Faith ‘n begorra

Happy St Patrick’s day to everyone – and a fine, sunny day it is too as throngs of merry makers gather greenly along Fifth Avenue. But not everyone is gathering happily on this day of drunken fun, Irish gays and lesbians are not being allowed to march in the parade on the orders of the parade committee. The chairman of this committee, John Dunleavy, has an interesting perspective [from NY1]:

In an interview with the Irish Times, Dunleavy says: “If an Israeli group wants to march in New York, do you allow neo-Nazis into their parade? If African-Americans are marching in Harlem, do they have to let the Ku Klux Klan into their parade?”

He went on to add: “If we let the [Irish Lesbian and Gay Organization] in, is it the Irish Prostitute Association next?”

What a fekin’ eejit.

38-ish Things

Embaressingly I scored 38 out of a possible 43 on this ‘Web 2.0 or Star Wars?‘ name quiz. And that was even with the hideous readability.

Methinks I’m reading too many Web 2.0 blogs. More importantly, how long till Tripsta and mood4 get in there? They’re perfectly Web2.0 style. [Thanks to Sandra for that timewaste {;)]

Greetings From My Blog

While I was up in Montreal last week I ended up rummaging through a book store’s collection of old postcards. Aside from some gems of old Brighton scenes and one or Royen in France where I used to go as a kid (that unfortunately got damaged in transit), I also found two ‘Greetings from’ cards – one from Long Island and one from Ocean City. Very nice find indeed.