Monday post of whatever you want to do with it

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Hello, beloveds. Amy is still having a rough time, so no history lesson this week. I had hoped to type up something for today but I didn’t even manage to get my winter clothes out this weekend–hopefully the temps won’t drop too much more before I make a second attempt at switching wardrobes. I wasn’t even up to doing laundry (which might become a problem exciting opportunity of wardrobe choices mid-week). Read full post

Apologies

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Wesley Clark Jr., middle, and other veterans kneel in front of Leonard Crow Dog during a forgiveness ceremony at the Four Prairie Knights Casino & Resort on the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation on Monday. (Josh Morgan for The Huffington Post )

Apologies in our culture are fraught and frequently ineffectual. Most of the apologies we hear aren’t actually apologies–they’re a list of reasons or excuses, or they attempt to push responsibility onto the injured party–what I call Fauxpologies. Read full post

Finding my shovel and digging in

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So. Best Lives! How’s everyone doing with that? Yeah. Me, too. Read full post

Slow, if not steady

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I wrote this and chose the gif before the U.S. elections. When I have the energy and ability, I’ll write the more metaphysical followup that must necessarily follow.

I’m not what anyone would call quick to action in general, but once I make up my mind to do something, I like to get a move on. I knew changing my life would be scary, difficult, and stressful. I didn’t realize it would take so long. Read full post

Manka’s Pancakes

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Amy wasn’t up to writing a TWIFH post, so ya’ll get Home Ec this week instead of History class.

I developed this recipe largely based on this recipe from Against All Grain. I’ve tweaked it enough that I feel like I can call it mine at this point, but I was heavily dependent on that recipe to start me on the right track. My recipe uses more bananas and more eggs and (unfortunately for people making it for the first time) is based on a mix that I have pre-made in a large container in my pantry. I don’t know how to alter this recipe for a single batch. Sorry. Read full post

Yoga With a Capital Y

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I thought I would let people know that in my search for images to use for the top of this article I came across this pic which is borderline NSFW (barely-not-naked man doing lotus pose) but you totally need to see because wow that’s fucking impressive.

Gopi was my first and best yoga teacher. It was an unlikely thing, when I was first looking at yoga, to choose her out of all the teachers in the Lawrence area. For one, her studio was in a different town, about half an hour south of Lawrence (that’s a long drive when there’s probably two yoga teachers for every square mile of this burg). I could probably have found a class close enough to walk to, but I picked the one whose route included not only a two-lane, unlit country highway but a quarter mile of gravel road and, finally, a one-lane dirt driveway that curved and turned around several buildings (as well as cows, cats, and peacocks). In addition to the drive, there was serious dedication to chanting at the open and close each class—not just your basic “om.” While we were in a pose, Gopi often read scripture, passages from Light On Yoga, or stories about the divine creatures, sages, and objects that gave their names to poses. This was Yoga with a capital-fucking-Y. Read full post

Support Live Music

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I struggled for weeks to write something about Living My Best Fucking Life but things are rough, really rough right now and I just couldn’t do it. The Burgomaster suggested I just write about something I liked, something that made me happy. A memory of when I didn’t think about living my best life because I was already living it. This is what came out.

I attended my first concert in 1984. My mother took me and three friends to Kansas City to see Huey Lewis and the News. I would have rather made the four-hour trip to see Duran Duran, but Mommy actually liked Huey Lewis, so Huey Lewis it was. It was fine. Other than being a first-time arena concert experience it was not particularly notable. The second most memorable moment of the evening was when April (a pocket-sized girl whose body could not keep up with her heart’s desire to be at the front of the crushing crowd) was lifted over the barricade by security when she started to faint. The most memorable moment was returning to the car afterward and finding all our purses had been stolen out of it. I have little memory of the concert itself. Read full post