Showing posts with label Santa Monica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Monica. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Work Shmurk
Me, trying to use my Harry Potter magic skills to "wingardrium leviosa" all these chairs home with me...
Labels:
furniture,
furniture showroom,
Knoll,
KnollStudio,
Santa Monica,
wall of chairs
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Exercise You Pudge!
My body hurts but feels great at the same time. I have been getting back into shape... very gradually getting back into shape. I figured I ease my way into it with some yoga. Well my friends turned me on to Yoga Co. in Santa Monica... and it was not exactly easy. The modern style studio which is tucked away on the Santa Monica promenade, sits there waiting to kick your butt and get you limber.
We've tried a few of the different classes they have to offer from relaxing yoga where they give you head rubs and lavender smelling oils to intense-sweat dripping off of nose-noodley legged power yoga classes where the guy next to you is doing ab curling hand stands from down-dog position without even breathing hard to show off how much more in shape he is than your flabby self. (inhale)
There are classes running all day of different sorts with different teachers and styles. Take a look at the schedule and pick which one suits you or try them all. The great thing about this studio is that it is donation only... you pay what you can afford. Which, being a poor slightly unemployed young person, I appreciate.
So do like I have done and go get your exercise!
http://www.yogaco.com/
We've tried a few of the different classes they have to offer from relaxing yoga where they give you head rubs and lavender smelling oils to intense-sweat dripping off of nose-noodley legged power yoga classes where the guy next to you is doing ab curling hand stands from down-dog position without even breathing hard to show off how much more in shape he is than your flabby self. (inhale)
There are classes running all day of different sorts with different teachers and styles. Take a look at the schedule and pick which one suits you or try them all. The great thing about this studio is that it is donation only... you pay what you can afford. Which, being a poor slightly unemployed young person, I appreciate.
So do like I have done and go get your exercise!
http://www.yogaco.com/
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Dirty Hair?
I just got back from a day of surfing followed by stuffing my belly full of home made hamburgers, beer, and milkshakes. I think my stomach is going into shock. I've heard somewhere that you aren't suppose to eat meals bigger than both of your fists. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm a couple fists worth over the limit.
It's a wonderful thing to feel at peace with the world. I'm not sure what it is, perhaps the shifting seasons of Winter to Spring has made things a little happier. I went for a walk this morning for a cup of coffee and muffin and couldn't help but be over-joyed to be right were I was, doing what I was doing, and be who I am. It's funny how things like green grass and blossoming white trees can make you feel good about life and grateful that you get to experience it. Or the old ladies who shuffle by on the sidewalk and instead of saying a normal "good morning" to you, they make a frazzled comment on how "there are so many dang cigarette butts out here!"
Another thing that feels good is having a clean house. Me and my room mates did some Spring cleaning today and let me tell you, our place is Martha Stewart standard clean. You can actually reach things on the shelves, we now know where "that smell" was coming from in the refrigerator, and my dead potted plants are no longer in permanent residency on the balcony. Yep, we done good.
Ugh I can't stop twirling my hair... I'm typing with one hand, and its taking soooo much longer. I love the way my hair & skin feels when I get done being in the ocean. All salty and wavy (hair wavy, not skin.) I'm sure there is all sorts of nastyness hanging out in there but it just feels right to be all salt watery and burned out from a hard days work in the waves. I'll have you know I did shower...only cause this is LA and I might get some sort of chemical spill on me and then I would start turning into a watery goo thing like that show Alex Mac.... um actually that would be cool. Maybe no shower next time.
It's a wonderful thing to feel at peace with the world. I'm not sure what it is, perhaps the shifting seasons of Winter to Spring has made things a little happier. I went for a walk this morning for a cup of coffee and muffin and couldn't help but be over-joyed to be right were I was, doing what I was doing, and be who I am. It's funny how things like green grass and blossoming white trees can make you feel good about life and grateful that you get to experience it. Or the old ladies who shuffle by on the sidewalk and instead of saying a normal "good morning" to you, they make a frazzled comment on how "there are so many dang cigarette butts out here!"
Another thing that feels good is having a clean house. Me and my room mates did some Spring cleaning today and let me tell you, our place is Martha Stewart standard clean. You can actually reach things on the shelves, we now know where "that smell" was coming from in the refrigerator, and my dead potted plants are no longer in permanent residency on the balcony. Yep, we done good.
Ugh I can't stop twirling my hair... I'm typing with one hand, and its taking soooo much longer. I love the way my hair & skin feels when I get done being in the ocean. All salty and wavy (hair wavy, not skin.) I'm sure there is all sorts of nastyness hanging out in there but it just feels right to be all salt watery and burned out from a hard days work in the waves. I'll have you know I did shower...only cause this is LA and I might get some sort of chemical spill on me and then I would start turning into a watery goo thing like that show Alex Mac.... um actually that would be cool. Maybe no shower next time.
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