Not That Profound

In college and throughout my early adulthood, I fashioned myself a progressive. I grew my hair long and wore tie-dye shirts and burned Sandalwood incense and even went to a Dead show—weeks before Jerry Garcia died (nota bene: I still love The Dead). In the 90s, this was considered “woke.” But there was a problem with this posture. READ MORE

I’m not particularly good at it. I’m not very limber, some Asanas are near-impossible for me — for example, I’m never going to learn Crow Pose — and, admittedly, watching sports and drinking beer often gets in the way of my practice. READ MORE

The truth is that we’re not returning to any sense of normalcy until there’s a vaccine to combat this bitch called COVID-19, and even then it will take time — and a concerted effort from the federal government — to assure everyone is inoculated. READ MORE

I looked at the dog, and the dog looked back at me with these droopy, watery eyes. Listen, I’m not a complete curmudgeon — of course he was cute. Puppies are cute. But it was beside the point that my wishes had been blatantly ignored, and now this tiny pug would live in my house and undermine my authority. READ MORE