5:00, no call, no job... :-(
Me go do yoga.
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Took an Ashtanga yoga class this morning with Richard Freeman himself(!!) over at the Yoga Workshop. For those you to whom that means nothing... its almost akin to taking a Bikram's Yoga class with Bikram Chouderoy (sp?) himself. Ashtanga style yoga is his child so to speak.
Wow! Absolutely amazing! The room was *packed* seriously, wall to wall mats, the only space was just wide enough for Richard to walk back and forth while instructing us. We got to know our mat-neighbors quite well. heh This is the third class I've taken over at the Yoga Workshop, and let me tell you, this guy is a *phenomenal* (sp?) teacher! I believe I may have finally found my 'yoga home'. Yay! (Oh yea, lots of hotties in the class too! Who-hoo! Bonus-points!)
So yea, I'm actually rather frustrated at the moment. I had a free ticket to hear Thich Nhat Hanh speak today, but I can't seem to locate it. Thich Nhat Hanh is a Vietnamese buddhist monk, very big advocate for peace & practicing mindfulness. It seems the free tickets 'sold out' and now I can't go back to get another. I'm *quite* bothered by the fact that I can't find it! Has anybody seen a small red piece of paper about yey big? :-/
Hrm, oh well, I figure even if I can't make it, I'll survive. The weather has cooled off quite a bit because of all the rain we've had so I'm thinking of sneaking off into the mountains. Its absolutely perfect weather for a nice hike!
I rode out Colorado Blvd. the other day and found my own personal *spot* at the very end of an extremely winding road peeking out and over the resevoir. (Yes, Gretchen, this is where I called you from.) Here's a pic:

Very chill up there, very chill.
In talking with many of my new instant friends, I realized they weren't just a bunch of weirdoes assembled here for my amusement. They were all just like me - an average guy who periodically has to shed the shroud of conformity we're all forced to wear in public, and see what's under that calloused exterior. At Burning Man we put on our thinner skins and open up more to strangers because we know we'll be accepted without anyone even asking who or what we are, much less judging us by our answers. There are no accountants, software developers, fry cooks, or safety consultants here - just people connecting with other people.
I can confidently say I have extracted all I could from this heaven sent dust storm. I started this journey across the playa as a spectator on a bicycle inconvenienced and blinded by the weather. Through my brief glimpses of improbable reality in the belly of the storm I saw joy where there should have been desperation. I saw beauty where one would expect only sun-cracked earth. I experienced the inner warmth of helping someone in need. I saw people reveling in the harshness rather than cursing the skies. And I learned once again that happiness in living comes from enjoying and learning from the journey no matter where it takes you. Attitude is everything!