<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570</id><updated>2012-02-03T03:50:16.592-05:00</updated><category term='new pose'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='CCC Friday'/><category term='jewish holidays'/><category term='100 things.'/><category term='pup'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='moonday madness'/><category term='resolutions.'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='street art'/><category term='mysore in home.'/><category term='cute puppies.'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='Bikes'/><category term='huckabee-zee.'/><category term='kukutasana'/><category term='AYRI'/><category 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free'/><title type='text'>ATX Livin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8378779591543161932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8378779591543161932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8378779591543161932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2011/08/blogging.html' title='blogging.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4633104220293029171</id><published>2011-01-23T16:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:07:00.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>does anyone read this?</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll. sorry it's been so long since the last blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone interested in texas livin'? any other ideas for a blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of starting to write something based on a theme. hmmm. love your input!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave comments. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4633104220293029171?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2592908340231703093</id><published>2010-10-26T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:33:34.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>engagements call for fancy hot dogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYrzCHGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2gBlnpwrn7c/s1600/DSCF1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYrzCHGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2gBlnpwrn7c/s320/DSCF1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532501042484354146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYSIeDkI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tvJGGobqDvA/s1600/DSCF1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYSIeDkI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tvJGGobqDvA/s320/DSCF1148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532501035594944066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYFs8lOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pSk0LQPuvak/s1600/DSCF1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYFs8lOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pSk0LQPuvak/s320/DSCF1152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532501032258278626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: asher, with "pork militia" sign behind him at Frank's for our engagement dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2: pre-dinner photo session on sofa.&lt;br /&gt;3: the dinner!! we both got two fancy hot dogs. waffle fries. and fancy cocktails. it was fabulous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both agreed that fancy hotdogs couldn't happen on a first date because it's too messy and you'd look like a crazy person trying to be cute while eating one of those things.. but for an engagement dinner!! it's perfect. you're messy, you're already in love and nothing says i love you like a hotdog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 25th!! engaged. (4 year anniversary is coming up this weekend on the 31st!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2592908340231703093?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2592908340231703093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2592908340231703093' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2592908340231703093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2592908340231703093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/10/engaged.html' title='engagements call for fancy hot dogs.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMdkYrzCHGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2gBlnpwrn7c/s72-c/DSCF1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3259375787066043541</id><published>2010-10-25T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:23:03.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's hear it for new york.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUF3OyEGkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pLPUQ-O9Wic/s1600/DSCF1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUF3OyEGkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pLPUQ-O9Wic/s320/DSCF1099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531834163713546818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUF2wuHGCI/AAAAAAAAAko/jnKDueFRmvM/s1600/DSCF1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUF2wuHGCI/AAAAAAAAAko/jnKDueFRmvM/s320/DSCF1065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531834155643901986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: chick on a wall in williamsburgh.&lt;br /&gt;2. chick on the street in brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooklyn, we go hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3259375787066043541?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3259375787066043541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3259375787066043541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3259375787066043541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3259375787066043541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-hear-it-for-new-york.html' title='let&apos;s hear it for new york.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUF3OyEGkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pLPUQ-O9Wic/s72-c/DSCF1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7069968960283688204</id><published>2010-10-17T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:27:05.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVYwZP_MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/h68xlXJRgag/s1600/DSCF1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVYwZP_MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/h68xlXJRgag/s320/DSCF1047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529036482579266754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVYs-72yI/AAAAAAAAAkY/efeoJLgEoy0/s1600/DSCF1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVYs-72yI/AAAAAAAAAkY/efeoJLgEoy0/s320/DSCF1041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529036481663589154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVX6nFM7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5QgmEvXYqBM/s1600/DSCF1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVX6nFM7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5QgmEvXYqBM/s320/DSCF1038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529036468141765554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the vegan yacht food cart. amazing vegan beet brownies. fabulous trey baker sammich.&lt;br /&gt;2. asher at ACL rolling up his pants.&lt;br /&gt;3. asher at ACL eating delicious fried pickles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7069968960283688204?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7069968960283688204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7069968960283688204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7069968960283688204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7069968960283688204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='this is the life.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLsVYwZP_MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/h68xlXJRgag/s72-c/DSCF1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-316739894768761355</id><published>2010-10-13T01:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:02:45.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Eats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLVLNzxTcRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qzF24NKdBN0/s1600/DSCF1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLVLMXiWYzI/AAAAAAAAAj4/IKKC5Q9SLvI/s320/DSCF1043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527406793515754290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLVLMDh5TiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TH-T3-ME1ts/s1600/DSCF1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLVLMDh5TiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TH-T3-ME1ts/s320/DSCF1048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527406788145139234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-316739894768761355?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/316739894768761355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=316739894768761355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/316739894768761355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/316739894768761355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/10/austin-eats.html' title='Austin Eats.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TLVLNzxTcRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qzF24NKdBN0/s72-c/DSCF1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5542079828054141085</id><published>2010-09-30T06:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T06:10:08.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRho26RSjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Kq9DQPVaK-I/s1600/DSCF0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRho26RSjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Kq9DQPVaK-I/s400/DSCF0963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522646397625649714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRhoaqtf0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nYVYeHU0UGg/s1600/DSCF0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRhoaqtf0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nYVYeHU0UGg/s400/DSCF0960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522646390044196674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRhoLnpZdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XG2HQ-zrFvs/s1600/DSCF0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRhoLnpZdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XG2HQ-zrFvs/s400/DSCF0955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522646386004813266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: sage pig in front of our new bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: cuban royalty: pixel the havanese on our rug.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: boytoy and i. (i'm wearing my new favorite dress that i tend to wear whenever it's clean.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5542079828054141085?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5542079828054141085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5542079828054141085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5542079828054141085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5542079828054141085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/09/cuban-royalty.html' title='recently.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKRho26RSjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Kq9DQPVaK-I/s72-c/DSCF0963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5051551976410464046</id><published>2010-09-29T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:05:32.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st home practice in the new home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKPvAYpkB4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/3UFjdY2wZYc/s1600/Photo+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKPvAYpkB4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/3UFjdY2wZYc/s400/Photo+457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522520357982177154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something to be said about people who practice yoga daily in their homes. (for example: Jillji). These people are warriors. They are devoted. They are amazing to me.  It's hard to physically get yourself to the mat. It really is. This morning I thought about going to the shala for an early morning practice since I couldn't make it to evening mysore, but I slept in. So I watched Glee on the sofa and ate an apple with honey and peanut butter. I digested said apple while cleaning the floors and fiddling around with some stuff to get ready to practice. I put down my mat around 10am and practiced. The window was open. It wasn't hot or cold. Just perfect. I worked up a decent sweat. I had the dogs barricaded in the kitchen. I did full primary plus a (half-assed) 2nd series up to Kapo. I didn't do drop backs or Urdhva Danurasana. I was just too exhausted. I did a few closing poses and then just laid on the floor for a bit for savasana. I got my ladie's holiday yesterday, so I'm feeling a little sluggish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm financially not stable enough to pay for yoga. This is a re-occurring theme in my life. I typically clean floors and toilets in exchange for free yoga. (or mostly free). I'm ok with practicing at home. I like it. But how long will I be able to do this for? I know how hard it is not to have the community energy around me. For now, this is what my practice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. It's 9pm. I have work at Whole Foods tomorrow for the first time in a week. Shall be fabulous to be around the foodie people. Night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5051551976410464046?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5051551976410464046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5051551976410464046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5051551976410464046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5051551976410464046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-home-practice-in-new-home.html' title='1st home practice in the new home.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TKPvAYpkB4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/3UFjdY2wZYc/s72-c/Photo+457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2137173162855074086</id><published>2010-09-27T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:49:26.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New place, New goals.</title><content type='html'>I have decided to sit down with myself and figure out what it is that I want to do in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke it down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Goals:&lt;br /&gt;A patio&lt;br /&gt;Chickens &amp; Coop&lt;br /&gt;A garden&lt;br /&gt;Painted bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Curtains for the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Use the clothing line outside as much as possible to dry freshly washed clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Goals: &lt;br /&gt;2 to 2.5 hour computer time limit a day.&lt;br /&gt;less facebook, more real life interactions. (maximum of 3 updates/day).&lt;br /&gt;less coffee, more water &amp; tea.&lt;br /&gt;less refined stuff (sugar, etc).&lt;br /&gt;asana practice 5-6 times/week.&lt;br /&gt;find an acupuncturist for my allergies. (and stress).&lt;br /&gt;find some form of massage therapy/body work that works to help me relax, etc.&lt;br /&gt;more ayurvedic cooking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Goals:&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Mysore.&lt;br /&gt;1 or 2 childrens.&lt;br /&gt;A vacation with Asher.&lt;br /&gt;Take Saturdays off from work for the Sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;Eastside Ashtanga?? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm thinking of getting back on the blog wagon. It feels good to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2137173162855074086?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2137173162855074086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2137173162855074086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2137173162855074086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2137173162855074086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-place-new-goals.html' title='New place, New goals.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-694152995153271632</id><published>2010-09-01T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:06:22.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>live from austin texas.</title><content type='html'>howdy ya'll. i made it safely to austin from philly!! yay. the ferret and i traveled like bandits on the run... ha. just kidding. we drove 12 hours on day one and 15 hours on day two. we spent the night in knoxville, tennessee at a holiday inn express. it was luxurious. i took a fabulous bath and slept in a bed that was like a cloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit no traffic until i got into austin city limitis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran into no cops or creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took plenty of breaks and drank a lot of soda and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to be in my new home. pictures to come soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far in austin, i've practiced asana once at ashtanga yoga center of austin. i've had an amazing smoothie at the daily juice. i've been to walmart two or three times. ikea to come later in the week. i've washed floors, cleaned the tub, done dishes, played with dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing house wife stuff and haven't looked much for a job yet. i definitely will start to look later on this week. austin is HOT, but not unbearable. i really enjoy the vibe down here. people are lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend from college lives down here and we went to her house for a dinner party on monday. she just came by a little while ago and hung out in my air conditioned living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is grand. there are lots of trees outside my window. i'm sleeping well and feeling great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-694152995153271632?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/694152995153271632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=694152995153271632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/694152995153271632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/694152995153271632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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have been dating for a long time, today... we went all the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am loving practice these days. i just have a few more practices left in philly, then onto austin! today, after savasana, i got a little sad that i'll be leaving such great friends.. but i'm still really stoked about the next chapter in my life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3992533447578931140?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3992533447578931140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3992533447578931140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TGVeLlth_VI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xeLY0gdvwlk/s1600/100_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TGVeLlth_VI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xeLY0gdvwlk/s400/100_1054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504909672724954450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture is from my first of two winters in philly, circa late 2008 or early 2009. i am getting ready to leave town. two weeks to go. i have so many fabulous memories of philadelphia. i seriously had a blast here and i cannot believe my time here is over. i have lots of people i want to see... mostly adam... i want to go out for la colombe a few more times. are you up for it? if anyone else wants to hang before i leave, get it touch.. much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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counting.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TGVeLlth_VI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xeLY0gdvwlk/s72-c/100_1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4208340492620020417</id><published>2010-08-03T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:11:45.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this little piggy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TFgjhXqwokI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9pKJHOFYL94/s1600/Photo+406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TFgjhXqwokI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9pKJHOFYL94/s400/Photo+406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501186001029079618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss her.. she's in austin, without me. soon soon. i will be reunited.. and it will feel so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4208340492620020417?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4208340492620020417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4208340492620020417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4208340492620020417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4208340492620020417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-little-piggy.html' title='this little piggy.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TFgjhXqwokI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9pKJHOFYL94/s72-c/Photo+406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6970793849778559443</id><published>2010-07-29T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:33:26.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little house on the prairie... aka austin, texas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TFGCpdAJzbI/AAAAAAAAAio/sGm-TNKvwCo/s1600/DSCF0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TFGCpdAJzbI/AAAAAAAAAio/sGm-TNKvwCo/s400/DSCF0690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499320268667604402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new home. asher and morgan are currently there.. they are setting up shop. they installed a/c units. got our beds. built a sofa. next up, maintaining the yard.. getting rid of hornets nests. and painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was there. but i'm also realizing i have a month left to spend here in philly. i need to get off the green sofa and start exploring this city for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone in philly wants to play, i'm around. i have a lot of free time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of august... austin, texas. here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6970793849778559443?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6970793849778559443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6970793849778559443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6970793849778559443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6970793849778559443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-house-on-prairie-aka-austin.html' title='little house on the prairie... aka austin, texas.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TFGCpdAJzbI/AAAAAAAAAio/sGm-TNKvwCo/s72-c/DSCF0690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-9215606177720923984</id><published>2010-07-08T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:37:53.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>divine lorraine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TDXGa92iZdI/AAAAAAAAAig/EXkF7mSB5sc/s1600/DSCF0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TDXGa92iZdI/AAAAAAAAAig/EXkF7mSB5sc/s400/DSCF0748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491513487230395858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the divine lorraine hotel in phildelphia. it's gorgeous, although in ruins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-9215606177720923984?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/9215606177720923984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=9215606177720923984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/9215606177720923984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/9215606177720923984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/divine-lorraine.html' title='divine lorraine.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TDXGa92iZdI/AAAAAAAAAig/EXkF7mSB5sc/s72-c/DSCF0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5775495588788310494</id><published>2010-07-05T12:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:58:22.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 things I'm loving about practice right now....</title><content type='html'>I borrowed this idea from Christina's Blog, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a  href="http://prescribingyoga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prescribing Yoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the vinyasas between the asana's in 2nd series. It's seriously beautiful and fun. I love when you pick yourself up after Ustrasana and Laghu Vajrasana. It's just wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love that I still can't do a headstand for more than 5 breaths at a time. It will come soon. I love that I keep trying and trying and trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love that this practice is physical and mental. There are so many mental challenges... For example, I've been kind of freaking out right before drop backs recently. Totally mental. I love that my mind is challenged as much as my body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love the quietness in the room. Just breath and some whispers. Sometimes there's a loud thud, I like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the repetition. I like that everyday things feel different even though you're practicing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love that yoga has become part of my lifestyle. I told my friend's that I needed a hobby... They said, Isn't yoga a hobby? I said, No, It's my lifestyle. It truly has shaped my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5775495588788310494?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5775495588788310494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5775495588788310494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5775495588788310494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5775495588788310494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-things-im-loving-about-practice-right.html' title='6 things I&apos;m loving about practice right now....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3479873455900601354</id><published>2010-07-04T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:15:51.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miss this boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TDDBrgMdmSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/oskZwR9tLkk/s1600/Photo+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TDDBrgMdmSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/oskZwR9tLkk/s400/Photo+385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490100898885376290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe asher will kill me when he see's this pic. maybe he won't. anyway, i miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3479873455900601354?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3479873455900601354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3479873455900601354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3479873455900601354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3479873455900601354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-this-boy.html' title='miss this boy.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TDDBrgMdmSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/oskZwR9tLkk/s72-c/Photo+385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6675159559390457904</id><published>2010-07-04T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:04:27.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals:</title><content type='html'>1. Buy a used mandolin, learn to play, find some friends in Austin and play some bluegrass together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Plant a garden in my backyard. &lt;br /&gt;3. Teach private yoga lessons + small group classes around Austin. (www.citybirdyoga.com coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6675159559390457904?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6675159559390457904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6675159559390457904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6675159559390457904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6675159559390457904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/goals.html' title='Goals:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4983017535672378321</id><published>2010-07-01T21:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:54:41.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>street art... ganesha??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TC1Gr7s4x_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/5WTSJAK4LnU/s1600/DSCF0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TC1Gr7s4x_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/5WTSJAK4LnU/s400/DSCF0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489121241408784370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a bunch of these street art animals around town. i spotted this pink elephant while biking through philly yesterday. it reminds me of ganesha, the remover of obstacles. jai ganesha jai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4983017535672378321?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4983017535672378321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4983017535672378321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4983017535672378321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4983017535672378321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/street-art-ganesha.html' title='street art... ganesha??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TC1Gr7s4x_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/5WTSJAK4LnU/s72-c/DSCF0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8599219002268534706</id><published>2010-07-01T13:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:56:29.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones. Memories. Sleep walking through practice.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day I could come up from Laghu Vajrasana on my own. That's the milestone. I'm documenting it here on my blog so when I read this in the future I can have a sweet memory of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I'm super tired in the morning.. I don't want to go to yoga, but most of the time.. I still go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, through the tiredness, I feel like I'm "sleep walking" or "sleep practicing" through the practice. I often feel like I'm in a haze and practice was a dream. Sometimes, Savasana becomes a nap... a continuation of sleep from the night before. I catch myself snoring on the mat and wake up a little shocked at myself. Anyway.. The days where I'm so tired... I just practice through the tiredness and when it's over, it really feels like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired as I write this. I'll go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy tomorrow is Friday. Primary Only. Love it. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8599219002268534706?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8599219002268534706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8599219002268534706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8599219002268534706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8599219002268534706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/07/milestones-memories-sleep-walking.html' title='Milestones. Memories. Sleep walking through practice.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5098512477833454904</id><published>2010-06-30T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:18:40.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to the grocery store.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TCvrPz1EPPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-p4luYx55pY/s1600/DSCF0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TCvrPz1EPPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-p4luYx55pY/s400/DSCF0750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488739227724430578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been minimizing "stuff" in my life. Some stuff... I cut out coffee for the month of June.. to save money. And save I did! I slowly am drinking a cup or not a day.. I also cut out spending lots of money on clothing or outings. I am trying to live with what I have, although I did buy myself a pair of TOMS shoes the other day.. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to Whole Foods Callowhill. I had $41 in cash, mostly 1's. I decided that I wouldn't spend more than that. If I could spend less, then awesome. But I would not go over. In order to do this, I whipped out my cell phone and used it's calculator function to add up my items as I shopped. I had a blast. I'm telling you, this is how to grocery shop. I also brought my Chrome Back Pack (empty of course) and used it to bring my groceries home. I did drive my car because I was kind of tired from biking around town today.. but I easily could have biked with the groceries on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent $32.05 on my groceries. I was almost exact in my calculations on how much I would spend. I bought essentials like peanut butter and bread and eggs. I bought some frivolous things like organic raspberries and organic peaches. I also bought sunscreen. I won't bore you with the totals of everything. If you would like me to join you in a food shopping trip to help keep you on budget, I would love to!! Of course, it has to be at a cool food store like Whole Foods or Trader Joes or Essene. I can't stand all those other stores. They really drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lovelies. The picture above is of my full backpack. It could've held more. Probably $10 more. This is good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5098512477833454904?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5098512477833454904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5098512477833454904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5098512477833454904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5098512477833454904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-grocery-store.html' title='a trip to the grocery store.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TCvrPz1EPPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-p4luYx55pY/s72-c/DSCF0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4202582035796671502</id><published>2010-06-28T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:40:22.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashtanga'/><title type='text'>ashtanga growing pains.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I learn a new pose in the Ashtanga system, I find my body being a little sore... I've heard, "New Pose, New Pain" and "Pain coming, Pain going." Both of which are true. I think the reason for new pose, new pain is that with every new pose, you use more and more muscles you've never used before, therefore your body reacts in certain ways to this new movement. Sometimes pain comes, then it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of practicing Laghu Vajrasana, little thunderbolt pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Fuck. Yeah. I said it. Holy Fuck. This pose is all quadriceps. I thought I had strong quads from biking, but apparently, not strong enough. I told the teacher today that my legs were on fire. He told me, "Well it is called little thunderbolt pose..." I said, &lt;br /&gt;"It's fucking thundery." Yes. I totally said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. When you're a kid you have growing pains. Your body changes and it hurts sometimes. (I sound like a lifetime tv show..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ashtanga, I'm coining the phrase: Ashtanga Growing Pains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn a new pose. You have a little ache. A little pain. You're growing. Learning how to "walk again" or practice a new pose. It's all about the baby steps. Seriously...One breath at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pade Pade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4202582035796671502?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4202582035796671502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4202582035796671502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4202582035796671502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4202582035796671502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/ashtanga-growing-pains.html' title='ashtanga growing pains.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-71057581137084516</id><published>2010-06-23T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:41:21.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>austin, tx skyline.. from my cell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TCKpqpBtQHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jhadvaXoMzQ/s1600/0601001851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TCKpqpBtQHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jhadvaXoMzQ/s400/0601001851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486133846123298930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-71057581137084516?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/71057581137084516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=71057581137084516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/71057581137084516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/71057581137084516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/austin-tx-skyline-from-my-cell.html' title='austin, tx skyline.. from my cell.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TCKpqpBtQHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jhadvaXoMzQ/s72-c/0601001851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7682570250732672537</id><published>2010-06-23T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:13:53.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>1. My roommate Jennifer. I love having her around!! It's like having a sister that I don't fight with! Woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My asana practice. I'm loving it. Tomorrow, I am apparently learning a new pose.. and I'm nervous.. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.ashtangayoga.info/asana-vinyasa/intermediate-series/08a-Laghu-Vajrasana.jpg"&gt;Laghu Vajrasana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Summer. Summer. Summertime. I'm loving up on the vitamin D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've been off of coffee for a few weeks now. I feel calm. I miss the taste of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm teaching yoga tomorrow for the first time since teacher training. Excited for this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Netflix. I love getting DVD's in the mail. It sometimes makes my day/night. I curl up with Pix on my lap and Sage at my feet and it's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Austin, TX is on the horizon. I get so excited thinking about all the possibilities that the future holds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Memories. I love having some good old memories to think back on and smile about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7682570250732672537?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7682570250732672537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7682570250732672537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7682570250732672537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7682570250732672537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-things-that-make-me-happy-right-now_23.html' title='10 things that make me happy right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-961224923424524342</id><published>2010-06-19T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:37:43.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TBxJkIcRY4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VH5UusHKKx0/s1600/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TBxJkIcRY4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VH5UusHKKx0/s400/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484339331320603522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TBxIv0GEJeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3mvwQLDXuAw/s1600/Photo+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TBxIv0GEJeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3mvwQLDXuAw/s400/Photo+413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484338432505554402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st photo: west philly, september 2008?&lt;br /&gt;2nd photo: northern liberties, june 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. my hair is long. haha. i feel like i've grown up so much in these past two years in philly. i'll be 27 this fall. it feels good. i finally don't feel like an awkward 20-something year old.. i'm closer to 30 now. that's weird to say. closer to 30. closer to fine!! :) i'm exhausted from work.. just wanted to archive some hair photos. got a haircut from anthony at american mortals. you should get your haircut there if you live in philly. he's my go to man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-961224923424524342?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/961224923424524342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=961224923424524342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/961224923424524342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/961224923424524342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up.html' title='growing up.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TBxJkIcRY4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VH5UusHKKx0/s72-c/Photo+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2971015822789449074</id><published>2010-06-13T16:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:01:24.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>1. the best savasana ever today. it was like i was present and aware of my mind and i told myself to just stop thinking. and i went in and out "awake" moments. i felt tingly all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. landed a substitute yoga teacher job at WakeUp Yoga and Sankhya Yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. air conditioning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. hair cut this friday with ant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. homemade iced tea. (i need to buy lemons and mint for this weekly creation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. talking to asher via text and phone. so good to hear his voice from his bike trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. my dogs and ferret. i'm like the ring leader in the circus show here.. i love them. we are having so many fun times together. (for example: last night pixel was running in circles around the apartment and huckster the ferret was chasing him. they kept running for a while. it was hilarious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. netflix. i plan on relaxing on my sofa with the pups all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. non-fat frozen yogurt from trader joe's. best snack ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. water. to drink. water. to play in. water. to shower in. having clean, fresh water is a gift. i cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. i'm slightly buzzed on beer at 5pm in the afternoon.. that's number 11. i took the night off of work tonight. going to see exit through the gift shop with my friend zack who is visiting from boston!! woot woot!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2971015822789449074?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2971015822789449074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2971015822789449074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2971015822789449074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2971015822789449074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-things-that-make-me-happy-right-now.html' title='10 things that make me happy right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5876109014355993368</id><published>2010-06-06T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:31:10.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>november 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAxnoxybaYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4iV77bIKNFo/s1600/100_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAxnoxybaYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4iV77bIKNFo/s400/100_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479868796860328322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with asher away, i've been so nostalgic. this was on my birthday in 2008. the day after halloween. it's the only touristy thing we've done in philly. i still haven't been to the art museum or the franklin institute. hope to get the energy to leave northern liberties sometime soon. i've become a hermit. i spend time with the dogs and just sit inside. kind of sad right now. it's ok. jennifer moves in soon and we'll go out and play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5876109014355993368?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5876109014355993368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5876109014355993368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5876109014355993368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5876109014355993368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/november-2008.html' title='november 2008.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAxnoxybaYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4iV77bIKNFo/s72-c/100_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1242316910718897374</id><published>2010-06-06T00:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:43:37.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>missing these fools.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAsmtC_-2NI/AAAAAAAAAg0/nkB-WppZpqU/s1600/DSCF0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAsmtC_-2NI/AAAAAAAAAg0/nkB-WppZpqU/s400/DSCF0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479515926967539922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss asher and morgan. my apartment is quiet and clean without them.. i'd rather have the mess.. you can follow them on their journey across the great divide via bicycle here: &lt;a href="http://oneloudday.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oneloudday.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1242316910718897374?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1242316910718897374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1242316910718897374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1242316910718897374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1242316910718897374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-these-fools.html' title='missing these fools.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAsmtC_-2NI/AAAAAAAAAg0/nkB-WppZpqU/s72-c/DSCF0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5236740668798239307</id><published>2010-06-03T00:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:35:00.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from indian food dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwsUGdnBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/p7pk-uF9YCc/s1600/DSCF0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwsUGdnBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/p7pk-uF9YCc/s400/DSCF0716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478401009587690514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwsIaHVHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kJ5DKoVzBzY/s1600/DSCF0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwsIaHVHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kJ5DKoVzBzY/s400/DSCF0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478401006448890994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwrdIUGuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vZwcQzr2IWQ/s1600/DSCF0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwrdIUGuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vZwcQzr2IWQ/s400/DSCF0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478400994831506146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATX: dinner at G'raj Mahal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5236740668798239307?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5236740668798239307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5236740668798239307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5236740668798239307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5236740668798239307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/pics-from-indian-food-dinner.html' title='pics from indian food dinner!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAcwsUGdnBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/p7pk-uF9YCc/s72-c/DSCF0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8906822070144759589</id><published>2010-06-02T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:06:04.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>barton springs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAZk8epx-LI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_FZrscbNAVg/s1600/DSCF0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAZk8epx-LI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_FZrscbNAVg/s400/DSCF0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176986926020786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming at barton springs on memorial day. water is constantly in the 60's, which is cold as first. but once you're floating in your inner tube, it feels fab. great place to hang in austin, for only $3!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8906822070144759589?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8906822070144759589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8906822070144759589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8906822070144759589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8906822070144759589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/barton-springs.html' title='barton springs.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAZk8epx-LI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_FZrscbNAVg/s72-c/DSCF0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5599949577304059184</id><published>2010-06-01T22:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:56:12.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashtanga Austin/G'raj Mahal Cafe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAXAQKcfzII/AAAAAAAAAgM/L1sr1RcUw7U/s1600/DSCF0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAXAQKcfzII/AAAAAAAAAgM/L1sr1RcUw7U/s400/DSCF0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477995905680395394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAXAPjy9dpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iyxqnQlk1os/s1600/DSCF0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAXAPjy9dpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iyxqnQlk1os/s400/DSCF0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477995895305631378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo 1: me, sitting in the car, getting ready to head back to jp's house after ashtanga austin. sweaty. sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo 2: self portrait at the (click) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/graj-mahal-austin"&gt;g'raj mahal cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. indian food cooked in a trailer truck, served to locals outside. it was super fab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5599949577304059184?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5599949577304059184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5599949577304059184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5599949577304059184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5599949577304059184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/ashtanga-austingraj-mahal-cafe.html' title='Ashtanga Austin/G&apos;raj Mahal Cafe.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TAXAQKcfzII/AAAAAAAAAgM/L1sr1RcUw7U/s72-c/DSCF0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7862589050310062722</id><published>2010-06-01T14:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:27:57.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy in &amp; about Austin, TX.</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ci.austin.tx.us/parks/bartonsprings.htm"&gt;Barton Springs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. trailer trucks full of food.&lt;br /&gt;3. ATX whole foods, like super super big and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;4. wine + beer sold in food stores, score!&lt;br /&gt;5. happy people full of vitamin D, happy people don't kill people.&lt;br /&gt;6. lots of trees and outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;7. a million coffee shops to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;8. tattoo shops on every other corner!&lt;br /&gt;9. international food, indian, mexican, thai, etc. lots of choices. (there's even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texadelphia.com/"&gt;Texadelphia&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : cheesesteaks.. i think i'll pass).&lt;br /&gt;10. catci and succulents galore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7862589050310062722?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7862589050310062722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7862589050310062722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7862589050310062722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7862589050310062722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-things-that-make-me-happy-in-about.html' title='10 things that make me happy in &amp; about Austin, TX.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1056083786228864634</id><published>2010-05-30T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:49:53.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATX.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently sitting in Tampa International Airport. Waiting for my flight to Austin, TX. This is the first time I'm flying with a laptop. I won't lie to you here. I feel pretty fancy and dorky playing on my laptop in an airport. This is normally something I do at home, in pajamas, or what not.. It feels weird to be out in the open with my electronic toy of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm going to Austin. I'll visit friends. See the city. Check out the diggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be practicing yoga at (click) &lt;a href="http://ashtangaaustin.com/practice"&gt;Ashtanga Austin&lt;/a&gt;. (hopefully, time and transportation permitting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on sweating it out, tapas style. Swimming. Eating. Drinking. Playing. and deciding if ATX is the city we've all be waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Asher and Morgan are taking a bike "ride" across the country. 4,000 miles. Virginia to Oregon. I met these two fools, almost 4 years ago.. They told me that this was one of their dreams.. So they are finally doing it! I'll be in Philly, watching the beasts, making some $, practicing lots of asana and going "steady" with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be the summer of Amanda dating herself. I'm scared and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great great friend from TT will be renting Morgan's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow Asher and Morgan on their blog: (click) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneloudday.com/"&gt;One Loud Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1056083786228864634?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1056083786228864634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1056083786228864634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1056083786228864634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1056083786228864634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/atx.html' title='ATX.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7642387671322012707</id><published>2010-05-24T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:53:54.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lightness of being.</title><content type='html'>Let me set the stage: 7am, alarm goes off, I'm incredibly tired. I had a super busy, hectic night at D's on Sunday and today I wanted my bed. Set my alarm to go off again at 7:15... In a moment of clarity, I remembered a friend might be coming to the Shala for her first mysore practice and I wanted to be there for her.. So I hopped out of bed, threw on my clothes and rode my bike in a sleepy daze over to the shala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll out my mat. I do my sun salutes which I will described as sleep induced sun salutes. It was hazy. I was sweating within 2 minutes of starting my practice. Humidity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I practiced.. By the time I was finished the standing poses, I woke up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the floor, things felt different. I felt light. My jumps thrus were almost effortless. It was like I was a feather. I don't know what shifted today, but I just felt a new sense of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will change. Everything does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly shifting, growing, morphing. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with a quote from Fiona Apple that has been floating around my brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes&lt;br /&gt;-And-&lt;br /&gt;I certainly haven't been spreading myself around&lt;br /&gt;I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop changing all the time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7642387671322012707?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7642387671322012707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7642387671322012707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7642387671322012707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7642387671322012707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/lightness-of-being.html' title='The lightness of being.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4130610814124285570</id><published>2010-05-24T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:07:20.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things.'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>1. yoga.&lt;br /&gt;2. cool, early morning air.&lt;br /&gt;3. coffee, home-brewed, home-enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;4. dancing to lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;5. pig-tails in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. the orchid that asher gave me is still alive and blooming!!&lt;br /&gt;7. going to austin on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;8. selling things on craigslist!!&lt;br /&gt;9. downsizing my things... still on a path of minimalism.&lt;br /&gt;10. sleep. so. good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4130610814124285570?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4130610814124285570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4130610814124285570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4130610814124285570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4130610814124285570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-things-that-make-me-happy-right-now_24.html' title='10 things that make me happy right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8579548294811089261</id><published>2010-05-23T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:07:13.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tugboat sally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S_l8ZJFxFxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cBtKyAaHAfs/s1600/DSCF0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S_l8ZJFxFxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cBtKyAaHAfs/s400/DSCF0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474543593424230162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was at the art start craft bazaar last Sunday when I took this pic of a tugboat tugging away on the Delaware River. I plan to base my next tattoo on a tugboat. Need to get chugging away on the sketches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8579548294811089261?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8579548294811089261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8579548294811089261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8579548294811089261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8579548294811089261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/tugboat-sally.html' title='tugboat sally.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S_l8ZJFxFxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cBtKyAaHAfs/s72-c/DSCF0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6447420305761827984</id><published>2010-05-22T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:49:05.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kensington kinetic sculpture derby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S_htGjnk5tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/sH43dGf0MtY/s1600/DSCF0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S_htGjnk5tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/sH43dGf0MtY/s400/DSCF0607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474245306476717778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite bike sculpture. a tandem "airplane" bike, with pilot and stewardess. simple, so sweet. i'll post another two or three favorites soon. love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6447420305761827984?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6447420305761827984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6447420305761827984' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8366719633104874544</id><published>2010-05-18T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:45:08.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things.'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>1. chai tea at the random tea room.&lt;br /&gt;2. spending yesterday doing nothing at all, all day, with asher.&lt;br /&gt;3. selling things on craigslist for cash money.&lt;br /&gt;4. asana practice.&lt;br /&gt;5. cleaning my 'closet', getting rid of things.&lt;br /&gt;6. watching a newbie learn ashtanga from the beginning: it's so cool to watch how the teacher teaches and the student learns. i love this process of learning. one on one, with other's around, breath, driste, bandhas, asana. woot woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;7. my wavy, wavy, scraggly longish hair. and my big, betty page, bangs.&lt;br /&gt;8. witnessing a marriage/union of two people who are madly in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;9. i love the fact that i put a pink feather into sage's dog collar and it's still there and she looks like a circus dog, i love her for letting my do that. she had no choice really. but still. &lt;br /&gt;10. upcoming adventure travels. secret stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8366719633104874544?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8366719633104874544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8366719633104874544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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excerpt from an article about Pattabhi Jois from the Yoga Journal) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was Guruji and Manju's desire to come to America, in 1975 Nancy Gilgoff and I brought them to Encinitas, California. They stayed in our home and conducted daily Mysore-style classes for two months. On the final night before Guruji was to return to India, we were in the kitchen chatting. Manju was translating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Guruji, you have seen my life, you have met my friends. As a big yogi to a little yogi, do you have any advice for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," Guruji replied. "Each morning wake up. Do as much yoga as you want. Maybe you'll eat, maybe you'll fast. Maybe you'll sleep indoors, maybe you'll sleep outdoors. The next morning, wake up. Do as much yoga as you want. Maybe you'll eat, maybe you'll fast. Maybe you'll sleep indoors, maybe you'll sleep outdoors. Practice yoga, and all is coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Guruji," I said. "That is just what I wanted to hear. Every other adult has told me to get a haircut and get a job. You are telling me to practice yoga, and all is coming. OK, I am ready!" -David Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excerpt keeps popping up in my head. It's the only part that I clearly remember... do as much yoga as you want. then do as much as you want the next day, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally at a place in my life where I can do as much yoga as I want. I wake up at 7am. Ride my bike to the shala. Practice for however long I want. Sometimes I shower, Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I babysit after practice, sometimes I wait tables at night. Sometimes I drink coffee, sometimes tea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant variable here is my practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally ready to do my practice. Everyday!! (except for moondays, saturdays and the occasional ladie's holiday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing steadily since May 2nd. I will continue on this Ashtanga Path. I find that practicing this method allows me to 'feel things.' I feel my body. I am in touch with the turnings of my mind. I find my breath. I more aware and focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do this practice at home. Or I can pay to go to a shala. (which I will, if $ is ok..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm really trying to say is: I am ready!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7865187291996911304?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7865187291996911304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7865187291996911304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7865187291996911304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7865187291996911304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/9.html' title='9.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4012903854299036703</id><published>2010-05-13T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:59:36.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Eat Shit Diet.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about food versus 'food products.' So much of our food these days is full of fake crap. It really grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to rant about this.. but instead, i'll send you over to a blog I love. Twwly talks about her ideas on food, she calls it the &lt;a href="http://twwly.com/our-little-farm/what-not-to-eat/"&gt;"Don't eat shit diet."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4012903854299036703?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4012903854299036703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4012903854299036703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4012903854299036703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4012903854299036703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-eat-shit-diet.html' title='Don&apos;t Eat Shit Diet.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3151425993269738306</id><published>2010-05-12T22:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:53:16.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things.'/><title type='text'>100 things.</title><content type='html'>I was reading Prescribing Yoga recently and linked through to Minimalist Muscle's blog and I found the 100 things project. (It's worth googling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing for minimalism. Although, I am not a complete minimalist, I'm a minimalist at heart. I have been googling '100 things' all night long. I've been reading people's lists and their rules. I find this project fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to start getting rid of stuff. and more stuff. I have a big pile of stuff if you want it.. I definitely don't have 100 things.. I have more. I can't count yet.. But I've made some rules for myself to start.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Amanda's 100 things rules and regulations which are bendable and breakable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shared stuff between me and asher and morgan doesn't count. (includes bed, sofas, dishes, appliances.)&lt;br /&gt;-dogs + ferret and their stuff doesn't count towards 100 things.&lt;br /&gt;-shoes are considered 1 item for now. They are in a storage container and are therefore 'contained in one space' so that equals 1 item.. I have probably around 15 pairs of shoes (includes winter boots, sexy boots, 1 pair of flipflops, 1 running/fast paced walking shoe, leisure shoes, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;-underwear= 1 item&lt;br /&gt;-socks= 1 item (i have numerous amounts of socks and underwear and plan on reducing the size to probably 14 pairs of each?)&lt;br /&gt;-work clothes for dmitri's is 1 item, it's all in one pile and it's stuff i'll get rid of eventually with time.&lt;br /&gt;-yoga clothes, 1 drawer full = 1 item. I've got the drawer down to a minimum of stuff i definitely wear. Since I practice around 6 times a week.. I definitely want to have 6 yoga outfits for the week and can wash the stuff on saturday or a moon day.&lt;br /&gt;-books- got my stacks down to 10 yoga books, 10 or so books i love and can't part with and a stack of yoga research+journals that i refer back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. laptop+charger+protective case&lt;br /&gt;2. cellphone+charger&lt;br /&gt;3. yoga mat (1 @ home, 1 @ studio)&lt;br /&gt;4. shoes (1 container full)&lt;br /&gt;5. underwear+ bras&lt;br /&gt;6. socks&lt;br /&gt;7. work clothes&lt;br /&gt;8. yoga clothes&lt;br /&gt;9. bike+lock&lt;br /&gt;10. wallet&lt;br /&gt;11. keys&lt;br /&gt;12. red spring jacket&lt;br /&gt;13. lululemon lightweight jacket&lt;br /&gt;14. black down coat for winter&lt;br /&gt;15. puffy vest for in between weather&lt;br /&gt;16. digital camera+it's parts&lt;br /&gt;17. holga camera&lt;br /&gt;18. ipod&lt;br /&gt;19. sleeping bag for travel&lt;br /&gt;20. makeup (for special occasions and work)&lt;br /&gt;21. hair straightener&lt;br /&gt;22. neti pot+salt&lt;br /&gt;23. drybrush+sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;24. toothbrush+floss+paste&lt;br /&gt;25. deodorant&lt;br /&gt;26. chrome bike back pack&lt;br /&gt;27. yellow strand pigeon bag&lt;br /&gt;28. fabric horse biker's belt&lt;br /&gt;29. blue+red bird bag I made in california&lt;br /&gt;30. books&lt;br /&gt;31. jewerly (minimum of stuff, can't decide if i want to break this section down yet.)&lt;br /&gt;31. yogi toes&lt;br /&gt;32. bandanas (5 or so, I use them as snot rags and sometimes for yoga when i'm sweating.)&lt;br /&gt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the mood to count up all my clothes tonight. (I had a beer and I'm kind of tired..)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be a continuing project and I will update more as I get more done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules about clothes: Can only keep stuff I am currently wearing.. drawer's must not overflow. that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you live with 100 personal things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3151425993269738306?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3151425993269738306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3151425993269738306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3151425993269738306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3151425993269738306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/100-things_12.html' title='100 things.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8483071471970635268</id><published>2010-05-11T18:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:35:00.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>1. random tea room &amp; curiosity shop.&lt;br /&gt;2. ashtanga yoga, mysore style. it's the best.&lt;br /&gt;3. afternoon, dream-filled naps.&lt;br /&gt;4. handmade jewerly&lt;br /&gt;5. my cousin's wedding this saturday!&lt;br /&gt;6. the orchid asher bought me today.&lt;br /&gt;7. acro yoga!&lt;br /&gt;8. bike riding as a way of commuting around town.&lt;br /&gt;9. my eyebrows growing back in. they are getting nice and full and juicy. love them. bringing bushy eyebrows back.&lt;br /&gt;10. jumping through from down dog to dandasana with much more ease, less effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8483071471970635268?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8483071471970635268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8483071471970635268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8483071471970635268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8483071471970635268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-things-that-make-me-happy-right-now_11.html' title='10 things that make me happy right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3975373369386063102</id><published>2010-05-08T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:08:12.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so i guess this means i'm a yoga teacher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S-V97HkQjqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ysBGEx5CK7I/s1600/DSCF0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S-V97HkQjqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ysBGEx5CK7I/s400/DSCF0480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915777108217506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our final celebration for yoga teacher training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fabulous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was part pot-luck, part gift exchange. part sadness, part joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is of me rocking the bindi and my new tshirt from my friend Flea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all gave presents. It was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be done, but sad to not have a weekly meeting time with all these fabulous yogis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... onto the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3975373369386063102?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3975373369386063102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3975373369386063102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3975373369386063102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3975373369386063102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-guess-this-means-im-yoga-teacher.html' title='so i guess this means i&apos;m a yoga teacher.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S-V97HkQjqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ysBGEx5CK7I/s72-c/DSCF0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3602091151752640913</id><published>2010-05-05T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:11:49.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judaism to Yoga and back again.</title><content type='html'>I've struggle with being a Jew for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised Jewish, but there have been times in my life where I needed to stray from the teachings of Judaica in order to explore my life a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years of exploring, I want to return to my Jewish roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many moments where teachings of yoga has lead me back to teachings of Judaism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm at a point where I love my yoga practice and I love the spiritual side that yoga has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;But I also like Judaism and that's my religion. Yoga is not a religion for me. It might be for some? I do not know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am devoting my life to being a Jewish Yoga Practitioner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Yogi who does Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a Jew who does yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good about this. I'm getting back on track.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gadol k'vod habriyot - Great is the value of human dignity." - Talmud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3602091151752640913?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3602091151752640913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3602091151752640913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3602091151752640913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3602091151752640913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/judaism-to-yoga-and-back-again.html' title='Judaism to Yoga and back again.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7293116608928705161</id><published>2010-05-04T16:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:53:59.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saraswati.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S-CJXVL8C7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/TUq25Au4vuY/s1600/saraswati-maa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S-CJXVL8C7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/TUq25Au4vuY/s400/saraswati-maa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467520981544995762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सरस्वति नमस्तुभ्यं वरदे कामरूपिणि ।&lt;br /&gt;विद्यारम्भं करिष्यामि सिद्धिर्भवतु मे सदा ॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saraswati namastubhyam varade kamaroopini ।&lt;br /&gt;vidyarambham karishyaami, siddhirbhavatu me sada ॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Saraswati, I bow to you, the giver of boons and the giver of form to desire. As I begin my studies, may success always be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7293116608928705161?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7293116608928705161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7293116608928705161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7293116608928705161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7293116608928705161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/saraswati.html' title='Saraswati.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S-CJXVL8C7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/TUq25Au4vuY/s72-c/saraswati-maa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4498042182513300886</id><published>2010-05-03T13:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:19:20.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things.'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>1. AIR CONDITIONING.&lt;div&gt;2. the fact that the northern liberties piazza hosted the equality forum party yesterday and the neighborhood was flooded with so many fabulous GLBT folk &amp;amp; allies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my dogs snoozing on a bed together, so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. month of mysore, month of may. bring it on!&lt;/div&gt;5. ashtanga yoga, primary series.  serious love. &lt;div&gt;6. being employed and still having time free during my days and nights to play. life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. passing my final graded yoga class for teacher training on saturday. f-yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. yoga teacher training party on friday night, yay yay yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. v neck tshirt, cut off jean shorts and frye engineer boots. all together, on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. walking in the warm rain this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4498042182513300886?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4498042182513300886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4498042182513300886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4498042182513300886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4498042182513300886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-things-that-make-me-happy-right-now.html' title='10 things that make me happy right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4471491959399326648</id><published>2010-05-01T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:38:23.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it!</title><content type='html'>I taught my final graded yoga class for teacher training today! The room was full of teachers, teacher trainees, friends and some strangers. It was amazing energy. So glad to be finally done with this and to move onto actually teaching yoga. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. Stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4471491959399326648?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4471491959399326648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4471491959399326648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4471491959399326648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4471491959399326648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html' title='i did it!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1833903774671552636</id><published>2010-04-27T14:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:56:32.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dear universe.</title><content type='html'>dear universe. you are so dear. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no idea what the future holds. that makes me excited. i look forward to everything that falls into my lap, good or bad. just saying, i'm eager for whatever you throw my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1833903774671552636?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1833903774671552636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1833903774671552636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1833903774671552636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1833903774671552636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-universe.html' title='dear universe.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1683121820477187396</id><published>2010-04-26T18:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:48:07.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things.'/><title type='text'>10 things.</title><content type='html'>10 things that make me happy right now:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) being able to walk to work in about 5 seconds flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) my collection of spring/summer dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) yoga teacher training almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) access to car when it's raining, bike when it's sunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) playing with an awesome 2 year old, 3 mornings a week. he's a riot. today we danced for most of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) spring showers, may flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) cutting my credit cards out of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) starting to live a more simple life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) looking forward to the month of may. (giving myself the gift of a monthly mysore class card)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) being able to put my hair into a ponytail. haven't been able to do that in many many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1683121820477187396?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1683121820477187396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1683121820477187396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1683121820477187396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1683121820477187396'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5991703253282818510</id><published>2010-04-23T00:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:45:30.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey remember that time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S9Elh4g1JQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YiP7ZnJAQM8/s1600/100_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S9Elh4g1JQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YiP7ZnJAQM8/s400/100_1079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463189087013119234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the pig. back in west philly. that was the tile of our bed room. it was pretty horrible. just remembering how bad it was makes me appreciate our how good i have it now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it's hard to see what's good now. little reminders like this are good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was super down yesterday. nothing in the world could get me out of my funk, except for my bed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ok today. hey. remember that time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5991703253282818510?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5991703253282818510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5991703253282818510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6272567096036043680</id><published>2010-04-21T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:19:14.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the purpose of it all.</title><content type='html'>I keep having these mind blowing thoughts in my mind about life and why we are here on this earth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I'm at peace knowing that we are born, we live, we die. We eat, sleep, drink, poop, talk, hang, read, work, play, etc. We love, we hate, we fight, we marry, we divorce, we reproduce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I'm baffled by the whole experience of being a human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I just don't get why we are "here." What is the real purpose of our lives? Is it to be successful at our careers? Is it to get married and have children then grandchildren, etc? Is it to have fun? Is it to make a difference? Is it to change the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I cried. I went upstairs to my room. Looked at all the "things" I have, (which i keep getting rid of slowly, a few books or clothes or whatever, at a time.) I see no purpose to all these "things." My things don't help the world, they barely help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live simply. To simply live. To smile at people. To help people. To love people. To do good unto others. To make a difference. To not consume, consume, consume. To recycle. To be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making major life changes. It's scary, but I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6272567096036043680?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6272567096036043680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6272567096036043680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6272567096036043680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6272567096036043680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/purpose-of-it-all.html' title='the purpose of it all.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-9051352622681276139</id><published>2010-04-18T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:12:18.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 things.'/><title type='text'>10 things that make me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>My college friend, Val, has a blog called Ok in the Meantime. She writes about food and travels and life. (Very similar to This Philly Life, there are pictures and lists and stories, etc.) I recently came across some of her posts called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://okinthemeantime.blogspot.com/search/label/Ten%20things"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;10 things that make me happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, I'm borrowing her idea.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 10 things that make me happy right now:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My yoga practice. Even though it's most Vinyasa right now, due to teacher training, which is officially over on May 7th... I'm happy that I have yoga in my life. I have been going to Ashtanga Led Primary classes on Sunday... excited to get back to Mysore practice. Soon, soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My Hammock. I got it in the mail on Friday. It was a fabulous way to end the week. I practiced 5 days with Jill and then swayed in my new hammock. It's so easy to put up. Just have to find the right trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Waiting Tables Job. I'm soooo soooo soooo f-ing happy to be waiting tables instead of nannying. My life is infinity better. I have so much free time and I'm seriously loving life. I never knew how good life was. Nannying had been clouding my vision of reality for a very long time. I feel so free. It's been a solid month now and I know i made the best decision leaving the nanny biz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My friends who send me postcards (Chelsea and Iris). I love love love getting hand written letters. We live in an age where most things are electronic. So when I get the postcards from my friends, I'm so happy. I have many saved up. I might make a book of them one day. (Ps, I need to get some stamps! just reminding myself..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) My bike. I love having an alternative way of getting around the city. I no longer rely on public transit or my car. I do use the car for groceries and stuff like that, but I love hopping on the bike and getting around town in the most efficient manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Coffee Addiction. I love my coffee. Right now, it's a force in my life. I'm glad it exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) My pups and ferret. Not much to say, except that I love kissing them and cuddling them. They give endless love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) The tulip sitting on my kitchen table. I love seeing it's colors. It's yellow and reddish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Finally finished with all the episodes of L-word. The show was ridiculous.. It was sometimes fun.. sometimes crazy. Asher and I got to watch it together and spend time together which was nice, but I'm honestly glad it's over. Too much L-word in too little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) The park by my house. I love being able to walk the dogs there everyday. There are swings and trees and flowers and gardens. It's so beautiful. Nice to have so close by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are 10 things that make you happy right now? I will try and do this once a week or so.. Love to you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-9051352622681276139?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/9051352622681276139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=9051352622681276139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/9051352622681276139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/9051352622681276139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things-that-make-me-happy-right-now.html' title='10 things that make me happy right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5400946789076316962</id><published>2010-04-18T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:50:56.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>juicy:sexy.</title><content type='html'>I feel so blessed to have been given the opportunity to practice with my teacher and dear friend, &lt;a href="http://ashtangayogaprovidence.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jill Manning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, this past week at WakeUp Yoga. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is how it went: 5 days of practice, 6-8am everyday. Chanting to begin, then asana practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week long workshop was called: Every seed has the tree, every tree has the seed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many, many seeds that have been planted in my mind. It's hard for me to even articulate what I want to say here in this here blog. I just want to say that I have so much "homework" that I'll be working on for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of working on 'floating' to stand. dropbacks. pasasana prep squats. etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always amazed with how Jillji makes yoga fun and informative. It's chocked full of asana, with very precise breath cues and funny anecdotes, such as "juicy sexy" (you had to be there. ha.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope there's an opportunity to do a week long practice with Jill again soon. She really shatki-fied the space.  Much love. Keep it juicy.sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5400946789076316962?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5400946789076316962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5400946789076316962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5400946789076316962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5400946789076316962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/juicysexy.html' title='juicy:sexy.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8158654791514544467</id><published>2010-04-16T15:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:14:48.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all at once. (words by jack johnson.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;All at once,&lt;br /&gt;The world can't overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;There's almost nothin' that you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;That could ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way will you run&lt;br /&gt;When it's always all around you&lt;br /&gt;And the feelin' lost and found you again&lt;br /&gt;A feelin' that we have no control&lt;br /&gt;Around a song&lt;br /&gt;Some say&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be the new hell&lt;br /&gt;Some say&lt;br /&gt;It's still too early to tell&lt;br /&gt;Some say&lt;br /&gt;It really ain't no myth at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep askin' ourselves are we really&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that we got&lt;br /&gt;Too proud of&lt;br /&gt;We're too proud of&lt;br /&gt;We're too proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take the preconceived&lt;br /&gt;Out from underneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;We could shake it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Instead we'll plant some seeds&lt;br /&gt;We'll watch em' as they grow&lt;br /&gt;And with each new beat&lt;br /&gt;From your heart the roots grow deeper&lt;br /&gt;The branches will they reach for what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;Theres this heart all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about is gone&lt;br /&gt;And it really won't be so long&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like a heart is no place to be singin' from at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a world we've never seen&lt;br /&gt;Theres still hope between the dreams&lt;br /&gt;The weight of it all&lt;br /&gt;Could blow away with a breeze&lt;br /&gt;If your waitin on the wind&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause as the darkness gets deeper&lt;br /&gt;We'll be sinkin as we reach for love&lt;br /&gt;At least somethin we could hold&lt;br /&gt;But i'll reach to you from where time just cant go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about is gone&lt;br /&gt;And it really wont be so long&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like a heart is no place to be singin' from at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8158654791514544467?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8158654791514544467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8158654791514544467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8158654791514544467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8158654791514544467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-at-once-words-by-jack-johnson.html' title='all at once. (words by jack johnson.)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7940244818925171408</id><published>2010-04-15T16:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:40:49.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaneous healing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S8d4Fq0AXCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0HSCvOz7yz4/s1600/DSCF0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S8d4Fq0AXCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0HSCvOz7yz4/s400/DSCF0405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460465111997111330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my new vase + my first ever Iris. on our clean kitchen table... ahh serenity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back in september, during my trip to Providence, while Jill-ji was teaching a morning yoga class, I lounged with Ang and Char (the pups) and read most of the book: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spontaneous-Healing-Discover-Embrace-Maintain/dp/0804117942/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spontaneous-Healing-Discover-Embrace-Maintain/dp/0804117942/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;pontaneous Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Andrew Weil. I was fascinated by his stories on human beings who healed themselves through natural remedies and the power of the mind. Anyway, this blog is not about &lt;i&gt;Spontaneous Healing(SH)&lt;/i&gt;, although I highly recommend reading it.. It's about his follow up book &lt;i&gt;8 weeks to Optimum Health. &lt;/i&gt;In the back of SH, there's a mini-summary of &lt;i&gt;8 weeks.&lt;/i&gt; I started to take notes for week one/two, but decided I would go out and buy the book instead of trying to write everything down in my journal. Anyway, I haven't bought the book yet.. but my notes on Week One/Two (of Eight Weeks) has some suggestions for lifestyle changes, etc. For mental health, Weil suggests to buy some flowers to keep in your home where you can enjoy them. I thought about this for a long, long time. I had plants for a while (mostly Jade) and they all died over the winter. So I decided for mental health, I would start to either buy myself a weekly flower or find some trees with flowers and put them in my new vase that I bought recently at the local floral shop (&lt;a href="http://www.beautifulblooms.com/index_site.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Beautiful Blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in No.Libs.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other suggestions that I enjoy: Walk 10 minutes a day for 5 days this week. Practice breath observation. Eat fish at least once a week. Buy Japanese green tea, substitute it for coffee (I drink green tea and coffee..).  Visit a park/nature. Spend as much time as possible doing nothing in particular. Eat fresh broccoli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely going to buy &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0449000265/321recipes-20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;8 weeks to Optimum Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I don't think that every suggestion is &lt;i&gt;right &lt;/i&gt; for me, but some are.. so that's where I begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7940244818925171408?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7940244818925171408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7940244818925171408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7940244818925171408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7940244818925171408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/spontaneous-healing.html' title='spontaneous healing.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S8d4Fq0AXCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0HSCvOz7yz4/s72-c/DSCF0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3785797297288933902</id><published>2010-04-07T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:37:04.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my schedule:</title><content type='html'>Sunday: Serve&lt;div&gt;Monday: Host&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Serve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come visit me at Dmitri's in No.Lib.s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woot Woot Woot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3785797297288933902?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3785797297288933902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3785797297288933902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3785797297288933902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3785797297288933902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-schedule.html' title='my schedule:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8565217814007977882</id><published>2010-04-05T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:50:08.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do people do all day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S7oGONlZQYI/AAAAAAAAAek/9eFojf0Nbqg/s1600/Richard_Scarry_s_What_do_people_do_all_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S7oGONlZQYI/AAAAAAAAAek/9eFojf0Nbqg/s400/Richard_Scarry_s_What_do_people_do_all_day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456680739747217794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a full-time nanny, I used to read this book EVERYDAY with my little dude. Now, I have my days free and I keep asking myself, What do people do all day?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far for me: I do yoga, drink coffee, eat some food, play on my lap top, walk the dogs, shower, clean up around the house. Some days, I work in the evenings, sometimes I'm free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much free time on my hands right now. It's insane! I love it. Trying to figure out fun things to do. I'm going to probably start venturing out on my bike and riding around town. This weather is sooooo beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8565217814007977882?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8565217814007977882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8565217814007977882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8565217814007977882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8565217814007977882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-people-do-all-day.html' title='What do people do all day?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S7oGONlZQYI/AAAAAAAAAek/9eFojf0Nbqg/s72-c/Richard_Scarry_s_What_do_people_do_all_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2818641605228185859</id><published>2010-04-03T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:14:11.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a car full of "things"</title><content type='html'>I often like to think about the things I would take with me if I had to suddenly pack up my car and hit the road.. leaving everything else behind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far on my list so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My low-cut frye boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Chrome backpack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My American Apparel black zip up hoodie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grey or maybe blue BDG jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lap top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My digital camera and my holga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most recent journal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few really soft tshirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm cleaning my room. (shared with Asher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a lot of space and a lot of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, half (or more) of the stuff we own just sits around. I'm trying hard to get rid of "things" that no longer serve their purposes. If I had to pack up my car right now, there's not much I really would take with me. Just stuff. Nothing really special. Just things. I don't know why it's so hard to let go of the "stuff" that's just sitting around. I'm sitting with this. It's strange. Every time I go to the book shelf, (at least tonight), I've been pulling off books that I don't want. But in reality, most of those books are just part of how I identify with the outside world. When I have friends over, I want them to see that I'm into Photography, Queers, Women, Art, Poetry, Yoga. I really don't need most of my books to survive. Maybe 5 of them are super special. But the rest are just so that when you come to my house, you can see the depth of my "coolness." Just writing this makes me want to get rid of most of my things. Maybe I will.. just maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2818641605228185859?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2818641605228185859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2818641605228185859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2818641605228185859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2818641605228185859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/car-full-of-things.html' title='a car full of &quot;things&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2937154805662965608</id><published>2010-04-01T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:36:28.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April 1st. It's no joke, I'm free.</title><content type='html'>Notes on being free:&lt;div&gt;I'm free to wear dresses with boots &amp;amp; hairy legs, every day if i want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to do yoga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to let my tattoos show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to make my morning coffee, read a book, and enjoy my mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to take a long bike ride during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to cook a meal and savor it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to live my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those notes are from my journal today. i was sitting in the park enjoying being free from nanny-hood. i still want to babysit (for friends and on a part-time basis). but i'm so excited to enjoy my days!!! :) life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2937154805662965608?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2937154805662965608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2937154805662965608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2937154805662965608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2937154805662965608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-april-1st-its-no-joke-im-free.html' title='It&apos;s April 1st. It&apos;s no joke, I&apos;m free.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7181004871292351739</id><published>2010-03-20T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:28:01.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how things are.</title><content type='html'>update:&lt;div&gt;nanny job is terminating on or around april 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dmitri's job started last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TT is getting down to the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm riding my bike all over town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do yoga. but not as often as a i like. i have to keep telling myself that i know this will change as soon as i get out of the &lt;i&gt;full time&lt;/i&gt; nanny biz. (i desperately want my mysore practice back.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm planning on getting my tugboat tattoo after TT finishes up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is really good. things are falling into place. i'm manifesting the things i want. and getting rid of the things that no longer serve me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long long road. but i can see the fruits of my labor and the fruit looks good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodmorning philadelphia/ i'm back in the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7181004871292351739?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7181004871292351739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7181004871292351739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7181004871292351739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7181004871292351739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-things-are.html' title='how things are.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1887195334372649195</id><published>2010-03-09T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:43:46.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recent street art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S5bA8IshreI/AAAAAAAAAec/1SQCuX8HjMY/s1600-h/DSCF0284.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S5bA8IshreI/AAAAAAAAAec/1SQCuX8HjMY/s400/DSCF0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446752938710117858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S5bAZVx5ULI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-jf3SQs2bMI/s1600-h/DSCF0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S5bAZVx5ULI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-jf3SQs2bMI/s400/DSCF0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446752340926877874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1887195334372649195?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1887195334372649195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1887195334372649195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1887195334372649195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1887195334372649195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-street-art.html' title='recent street art.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S5bA8IshreI/AAAAAAAAAec/1SQCuX8HjMY/s72-c/DSCF0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6508996873507625975</id><published>2010-02-24T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:35:01.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keepin up with the jonesie jones.</title><content type='html'>Practice this week:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Led Primary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Wakeup Vinyasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: day off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Mysore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: (most likely home practice?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: depends on weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Wakeup Vinyasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost didn't practice today. Life is hectic these days. My bosses had their new baby a week ago. Everything is changing. Their older son is starting to freak out. I'm starting to lose it also. I slept in yesterday and I needed to recharge. So that was good. I would've practiced at night, but instead met up with my old boss from California. Anyway, so I practiced today. I went to SYS.. I walked there because I left my bike in Center City yesterday (it was too rainy to ride home at night).  I was the 2nd student there. It was a small, intimate group today. I had 2.5 drinks last night, so practice was a little rocky today. I still practiced and that's the most important thing. I needed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the thought of the day: Practice is good, even when it's 'bad.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always happy when I get to spend some quality time with myself on the mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6508996873507625975?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6508996873507625975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6508996873507625975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6508996873507625975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6508996873507625975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/keepin-up-with-jonesie-jones.html' title='keepin up with the jonesie jones.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4805143654846043518</id><published>2010-02-23T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:02:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>next tattoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S4PfqBdgFuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7T2EjuI1Ung/s1600-h/tugboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S4PfqBdgFuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7T2EjuI1Ung/s400/tugboat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441438687833364194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will be a tugboat. not necessarily this tugboat, but something similar. a friend of mine in TT wants to get her first tattoo after TT is finished and I want to get something new. (we will go together!) it's been almost a year since the lighthouse.. need to start brainstorming.. lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4805143654846043518?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4805143654846043518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4805143654846043518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4805143654846043518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4805143654846043518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/next-tattoo.html' title='next tattoo...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S4PfqBdgFuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7T2EjuI1Ung/s72-c/tugboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-759612756377020690</id><published>2010-02-21T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:10:45.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tapping into your own power.</title><content type='html'>Sundays are fundays. (right?!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sundays are Led primary days. (for me at least)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sundays are the days I challenge myself and learn so much, especially when I'm on the mat. (Oh hells yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to Led Primary at SYS. Teacher leads a steady, solid count. It's a challenging class, but that's what I like about it. I push my edges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, as a human being, I do not always know my own strength. I assume that other people may have this problem as well. But I will speak from my own perspective. In terms of yoga, there are asanas that have taken me a long time to physically understand. Even though I can practice the asana, with less effort and more ease, I still am tapping into my own power. Sometimes it takes a teacher teaching you something new in order to tap into yourself. Sometimes it takes self exploration. Sometimes it just takes time. Maybe it takes all of these things. Not maybe, it does take time, self exploration and some time with a teacher that teaches in a way that works for you. (verbal, hands-on, visual, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself wanting to push my edges today. No one told me to do it, just me. The teacher within me wanted more. I wanted to see what else this body of mine could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the vinyasas in between sides and poses, I decided to see if I could jump back and jump through with more fluidity. I tapped into this power source within myself and had a totally new experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize my own strength. I feel like for quite sometime I was probably just floating right along in a sea of yogis. I was putting in the effort, but maybe I was phoning it in a little. Today, it was 110% effort all the way. The bar was set and I kept wanting to meet the bar. Actually, I think I wanted to climb up and over the bar, over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, maybe I'm talking nonsense. Maybe i'm high from this new bodily experience of tapping into my power source. Maybe I'm tired. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'll float along in the sea of yogis again for a while. Maybe I won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's time for bed. Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-759612756377020690?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/759612756377020690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=759612756377020690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/759612756377020690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/759612756377020690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/tapping-into-your-own-power.html' title='tapping into your own power.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2289746286426955875</id><published>2010-02-20T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:31:48.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nice things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S4CaX8ogm7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/fiCWZwRO2MY/s1600-h/Photo+359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S4CaX8ogm7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/fiCWZwRO2MY/s400/Photo+359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440518086067264434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after TT today, i went out for a beer at the pope with a fellow TT bud. afterwards, on my walk to my car, i stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.nicethingshandmade.com/index_files/Page356.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;nice things handmade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. i bought this marsuka doll necklace. the owner's name is elissa. she was warm-hearted and funny. i highly suggest you go check it out. their website isn't so great, but don't pre-judge. go down to east passyunk ave and check out nice things handmade. trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2289746286426955875?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2289746286426955875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2289746286426955875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2289746286426955875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2289746286426955875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-things.html' title='nice things.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S4CaX8ogm7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/fiCWZwRO2MY/s72-c/Photo+359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2742775251409788227</id><published>2010-02-19T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:03:53.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>got me some lil' bangs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S380VMdMz7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ViNCXWzeUqU/s1600-h/Photo+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S380VMdMz7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ViNCXWzeUqU/s400/Photo+350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440124413612445618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have a wedding in a week. needed a haircut. went to my go to guy, anthony at &lt;a href="http://americanmortals.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;american mortals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;as i was about to leave, i said to him, "what do yo think about bangs?" so i sat back down in the chair and we cut me some lil' bangs. he told me i could come back and get some more bangs if i liked these bangs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, the bangs make me feel like i whole new woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2742775251409788227?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2742775251409788227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2742775251409788227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2742775251409788227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2742775251409788227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/got-some-little-bangs.html' title='got me some lil&apos; bangs..'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S380VMdMz7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ViNCXWzeUqU/s72-c/Photo+350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4727635916921246798</id><published>2010-02-17T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:36:32.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback memories.</title><content type='html'>the other day, in a sweet sweet savasana, i had memories of my grandmother who passed away in november 2008. seems like such a long time ago. i also had similar memories of my trip to black rock city for burning man in 2006. now that was forever ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i forget about the crazy adventures i've had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; being on the mat, laying there, resting in savasana, it allows me to deeply relax and whenever a memory comes up like my grandmother or burning man or the time i spent working in yosemite, california... i cherish them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like my mind stores these memories away and i don't think about them for long periods of time... but then, something will trigger a memory and it lingers for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if anyone else experiences this? or is their experience more like sleep, and they checkout in savasana. or maybe their mind is restless and racing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like having these memories. i also like checking out in savasana. the restless and racing mind is never good in what i like to call "savsies" (short for savasana). i tend to have a restless mind before bed sometimes.. maybe i need to start practicing "savasana" in bed to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. well that's the thought of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone else have interesting experiences in savasana? or on the mat in general?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4727635916921246798?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4727635916921246798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4727635916921246798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4727635916921246798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4727635916921246798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashback-memories.html' title='flashback memories.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6895254296919196450</id><published>2010-02-16T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:02:02.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still standing, yeah yeah yeah.</title><content type='html'>asher is listening to elton john and i'm researching dropbacks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm researching dropbacks in my practice and on youtube. (fun to watch... fun to do.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today in my dropback research, i realized that you drop back, you stand up. that is it. no need to stay on the floor for a long period of time. just come back up. drop back, stand up. drop back, stand up. the times when i can't stand up are the times where i make a fuss of standing up. anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drop back, stand up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6895254296919196450?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6895254296919196450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6895254296919196450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6895254296919196450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6895254296919196450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-still-standing-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='i&apos;m still standing, yeah yeah yeah.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4726818873860692244</id><published>2010-02-15T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:56:09.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute puppies.'/><title type='text'>when pixel was smaller and the weather was warmer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3oJJyDU-YI/AAAAAAAAAds/WsOj083WSpc/s1600-h/Photo+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3oJJyDU-YI/AAAAAAAAAds/WsOj083WSpc/s400/Photo+199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669563662498178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something to lift your spirits, (or maybe just mine?) come on spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4726818873860692244?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4726818873860692244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4726818873860692244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4726818873860692244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4726818873860692244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-pixel-was-smaller-and-weather-was.html' title='when pixel was smaller and the weather was warmer.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3oJJyDU-YI/AAAAAAAAAds/WsOj083WSpc/s72-c/Photo+199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6268736044486524018</id><published>2010-02-15T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:03:03.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's new? what's steady?</title><content type='html'>This winter has put a damper on my spirits. I haven't really wanted to leave the house in the morning for practice or for work... (who really wants to go to work anyway?) I remember last winter... I used to get up with excitement for practice. Maybe it's because it was new. I think it was also steady? hmmm. I was practicing 5-6 days a week. Anyway, that is the past. This is a new year. New apartment. New location. I made an effort to bike throughout the winter, except for a week after the blizzard in Dec. and a few days here and there that had a horrific wind chill. I haven't biked now since the snow storm two weeks ago. My bike is encased in snow. I also haven't driven either. I'm not much for inclement weather. I've been walking (feels really safe) and taking the train (feels really comfortable and mostly safe.) This walking and train taking has put a damper on my practice schedule. It's hard to get to Wakeup yoga without my car. I have made a trip to South Philly via train for Biz's class. I will probably do that again. For the mysore portion of my life, I've been walking. Wow. Yeah. I walk to yoga. I never thought that would be possible. Last year, in West Philly, before I started to bike, I took the bus to yoga in the morning and would drive on Sundays. Now, living in Northern Liberties, I'm a hop, skip and a jump away from many yoga shalas (Dhyana-Old City, Shanti Yoga Shala-Old City, Y2-Center City, etc.). Some locations are within walking distance, some are better off with a bike, some great via the EL ( but not when having to wait outside in the dark, scary cold for it...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been walking to SYS. It's 0.8 of a mile away. It takes me 15-17 minutes depending on my strut. On Sundays, I use an ipod. For early morning practices, I just listen to the quiet city. I haven't made it to many early morning practices via "the walk". I'm looking forward to hopping back on my bike in another week or so. I need more of the snow to melt and I'll feel better about riding. There's still a ton of ice. My practice is not steady at this point in my life. I don't have a consistent schedule and it's been super hard to practice at home, (even with the heat on, we have a major draft where I practice and it's pretty brutal to be on the mat.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i'm trying to say is.. nothing is new. nothing is steady. I'm sitting with this. I will have a new job soon and my schedule will change again. I'm hoping for some steadiness in my life soon. (probably after Teacher Training is over.) That seems so far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6268736044486524018?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6268736044486524018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6268736044486524018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6268736044486524018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6268736044486524018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-new-whats-steady.html' title='what&apos;s new? what&apos;s steady?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4075090415489125562</id><published>2010-02-12T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:55:43.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>february 2009 vs 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3YUJsbNc-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RbYMvsYP7sA/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3YUJsbNc-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RbYMvsYP7sA/s400/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437555756873118690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;february 2009. the night i got the infinity bird tattoo. (valentine's weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3YUJZI2jbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Tes0lFx4rJ8/s1600-h/Photo+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3YUJZI2jbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Tes0lFx4rJ8/s400/Photo+332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437555751695846834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;february 2010,  (few days before valentine's day)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know why i am so fascinated by my hair length. but i am. it hasn't been this long since 2002? that's a long time ago. i should find some old photos and scan them in. those would be a hoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4075090415489125562?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4075090415489125562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4075090415489125562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4075090415489125562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4075090415489125562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-2009-vs-2010.html' title='february 2009 vs 2010.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S3YUJsbNc-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RbYMvsYP7sA/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6925333064887318857</id><published>2010-02-11T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:41:53.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow day.</title><content type='html'>today, I hibernated.&lt;div&gt;tomorrow, I work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday yoga? work mtg. play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday yoga! play. play. play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6925333064887318857?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6925333064887318857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6925333064887318857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6925333064887318857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6925333064887318857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='snow day.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2597459252463505792</id><published>2010-02-09T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:04:06.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><title type='text'>haikus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;winter:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh it's snowing hard!&lt;div&gt;the ground is fluffy and white,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's make snow angels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear jill:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;safe journey back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved following your travels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pizza is waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;yoga:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one cares about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the leg behind your head, we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2597459252463505792?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2597459252463505792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2597459252463505792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2597459252463505792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2597459252463505792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/haikus.html' title='haikus.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5799203825300332421</id><published>2010-02-09T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:16:47.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so i don't lose my mind.</title><content type='html'>i'm walking to SYS this morning for mysore. i don't want anymore snow.  i miss riding my bike to yoga and work. oh welll. this too shall pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5799203825300332421?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5799203825300332421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5799203825300332421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5799203825300332421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5799203825300332421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-dont-lose-my-mind.html' title='so i don&apos;t lose my mind.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1459776467236494460</id><published>2010-02-07T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:01:28.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>asher. ashtanga?</title><content type='html'>After months and months and years? of talking about Ashtanga Yoga.. I think I finally infiltrated the boytoy's mind. He said he wants to try Ashtanga Yoga. I will teach him at home and then maybe bring him to a local Shala to check out some teachers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love practice. practice love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1459776467236494460?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1459776467236494460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1459776467236494460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1459776467236494460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1459776467236494460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/asher-ashtanga.html' title='asher. ashtanga?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7248430916203854503</id><published>2010-02-07T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:43:59.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>walking to-and-fro.</title><content type='html'>Because of 'Snowmaggedon', I wasn't sure which yoga studios would be opened or closed today. Wakeup Yoga was open. Dhyana and Y2 closed for the morning. Shanti Yoga Shala Open. Those are my options. Well. My bike is encased in snow, yet again. So is my car. With the roads still slushy and snowy, I don't trust myself on a bike or in a car. So I decided my best option was to walk. Shanti Yoga Shala (SYS from now on) is .8 of a mile away from me. I woke up at 8 and checked to see if they were still having Led Primary. They were. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bundled up. Put Radiohead on my ipod and made the short journey over to Olde City. I left my apt at 9:03am and arrived at SYS at 9:20am (too early!) I went to Cafe Ole and sipped on some tea to warm up my insides before practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the hardest practice I've had in a long time. I mean, I felt pain. Tapas was the name of the game. Internal heat, fire me up. Ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good practice, none-the-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed for question and answer time with NW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Re-bundled up. Walked home. and now I'm sipping coffee and eating breakfast with Asher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a good morning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7248430916203854503?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7248430916203854503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7248430916203854503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7248430916203854503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7248430916203854503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/walking-to-and-fro.html' title='walking to-and-fro.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2048687872375425619</id><published>2010-02-06T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:15:01.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>musings.</title><content type='html'>So. It's snowing. A LOT! I haven't even taken Sage out for a walk yet because it requires so much and I am just not ready for that commitment (soon soon though..) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being snowed in can be fun. It can also get me thinking about things that are beyond my reach. Like.. I wish I could walk to Rittenhouse and get some coffee and sit around other human beings. Or... I wish I was close enough to Wakeup Fairmount so that I could practice with guest star teacher Biz. But, alas, I am in Northern Liberties. The closest place I could walk to for fun would be some over priced boutiques and a tattoo shop or beer store. Hmmm. I'm already stocked up on beer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Being snowed in makes me think about things. Like for instance.. yoga. Haha. Obviously. I have an interview of &lt;a href="http://aysnyc.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=48&amp;amp;Itemid=184"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Norman Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; book marked on my favorite links. He fascinates me beyond words. If you've seen the movie, Enlighten UP!, then you will know who I'm talking about. So. I want to go to Hawaii and find Norman Allen. I want to drink his organic coffee and practice yoga with him. Ha. Ok. That's the first thought of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also in the mood to redecorate my apartment. I'm thinking a lot about the color yellow and the color grey. Together. Fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else is floating around my head right now.. Oh. TT was cancelled for the weekend. We were supposed to have Sanskrit Level 1 with &lt;a href="http://luminousshabda.com/Home/Home.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Manorama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about THE practice of yoga. I'm thinking about how the subtle details come so slowly and that sometimes you forget where you started. Let me paint you a picture. I stumbled across Ashtanga yoga by accident. I was experimenting with all kinds of yoga when I lived in Huntington Beach, CA and was doing a work study at Yoga Works. I had tried every kind of yoga they had to offer, but I saved Ashtanga for last. I knew deep down that something magical would happen (maybe? or maybe I was scared.) Anyway. My first practice was a led class. I knew not what was happening, but I did it anyway. No one told me not to. I looked at people to figure out what the hell was happening, but I had fun. I wore a tshirt and some yoga pants that I got at a goodwill. My tshirt was sopping wet and saggy by the end of class. I couldn't do most of the asana, but I tried all of them anyway. Again, I had no one telling me not to do this. I didn't develop a relationship with any teachers during this period of my life. I went to Saturday and Sunday led classes (two different teachers) and that was that. I didn't know what mysore was. I was totally lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to Philadelphia. I'm looking for Ashtanga and I find Yoga Squared. I start the Mysore track of my life here. It's a good life. I make friends. I really really learn Primary Series. I memorize the series. I get pose after pose after pose until I've 'learned'  the whole thing. But it's funny. Just because you 'have' the poses, doesn't mean you're 'doing' them right. I still am learning. I am still 'working' the asanas. I'm still learning the energetics of the asanas. I am learning the transitions in and out of asanas. It's always changing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have developed relationships with teachers here. Thank g-d for that. If I hadn't, then I would probably still be going to led classes once a week and I would not be the same person I am today. I am learning that although a 'teacher' will teach me 'yoga,' I am my best teacher. I know when I need rest. Or that I've gone too far. Or that I need to encourage myself to work harder. I'm not saying that I know asana enough to not have a teacher. I do know that listening to myself is something I've learned during my time here in Philadelphia. I'm trusting that I know what's best for me now. I'm listening to the teacher within. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2048687872375425619?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2048687872375425619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2048687872375425619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2048687872375425619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2048687872375425619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/musings.html' title='musings.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2503324565644280760</id><published>2010-02-03T22:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:14:02.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>practice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think about practice a lot. The practice of yoga. The practice of life. The practice of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While the baby napped today at work, I practiced full primary. I placed my bosses mat in the kitchen and I practiced. There was no teacher, except for the internal manifestations of past &amp;amp; current teachers. There was no incense or special lighting. There were no yoga friends, except for the friends I carry in my heart. I was in a kitchen, the floor covered in crumbs and I practiced yoga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Breath was steady. Mind was steady. Body a little tight. Savasana so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A great thing about yoga is that you can literally drop your mat, almost anywhere, and practice. It's a matter of making time for it. It's a matter of eating and drinking properly. It's a matter of getting proper rest. I love that yoga is something I can do at home while Asher does his homework and our dogs are running around like crazy beasts. I love that I have a job that allows me to do yoga while a baby sleeps. I love that I can go to mysore in the morning or even in the evening. I love that I could go to a vinyasa class mid-day. I love that I could practice in a hotel room. Or in my backyard (if I had one). I could practice in an airport (maybe not). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My facebook status from earlier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'yoga practice is yoga practice despite where you lay your mat, despite the teacher that may or may not be there, despite the time of day, despite the "style" in which you practice. (today was: mysore style @ work in the kitchen, used the boss ladies mat from 130-3pm, me myself and i).' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have a friend who has a tattoo that says "fun is fun is fun" and it's in a circle and essentially the circle keeps going and going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I like to sometimes think of Yoga like that. Yoga is yoga is yoga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm tired. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2503324565644280760?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2503324565644280760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2503324565644280760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2503324565644280760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2503324565644280760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/practice.html' title='practice.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-3530763176243838512</id><published>2010-02-02T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:51:31.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward while dropping back.</title><content type='html'>My fabulous friend and teacher, Jill, has a workshop called "Looking forward while dropping back." Adam and I went to it in January 2009. It is now a year later and today, February 2nd, 2010, I dropped back 3 times and stood up from each one of them. That is the first time I've been able to stand up from all 3. This is a milestone that needs to be marked in the record books. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started practicing Ashtanga, I never thought about drop backs. Not until teachers started encouraging me to do them. For a long time, I was scared. I thought I would hurt myself. I wasn't confident. I also wasn't strong enough. My spine was stiffer. I never dropped back unless a teacher was standing with me and it took me a long time to do even one solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some solid hard work and practice, I can honestly say that I am stronger, my confidence is up, I'm not scared. I haven't had a mysore practice in forever, so today was the first time I've dropped back in quite some time. It felt completely natural. I just dropped back and I sloppily stood up. ALONE. No assistance. Wow. I looked at my teacher and said very quietly, 'that was fun.' Then I did it again two more times. Each time, easier than the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole world has changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to thank Jill for planting some awesome drop back seeds a year ago and for her encouragement along this path. I'd like to thank Karen for being my first mysore teacher and for helping me realize where my hands should go when they meet floor. I'd like to thank David Keil for teaching me about keeping my arms straight when dropping back, among many other things. I'd like to thank N.W. for just watching me today and witnessing it. I'd like to thank myself for sticking with this practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. This is magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-3530763176243838512?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3530763176243838512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=3530763176243838512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3530763176243838512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/3530763176243838512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/02/looking-forward-while-dropping-back.html' title='looking forward while dropping back.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8361753274425810140</id><published>2010-01-25T17:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:13:35.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things are changing.</title><content type='html'>Life doesn't always pan out as we plan it to.. Things change and that's a good thing. For fucking sure!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the process of switching jobs. Going from nanny (poopy diapers) to waitressing (shitty customers? haha. only 1/2 the time..) I'll be waiting tables at Dmitri's in Northern Libs, which is a rock throws distance away from my apt. (My bike is actually always parked in front of D's, so if you don't see my bike, it means I'm out and about!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family I work for knows that I'm leaving them eventually. We didn't pick a date, but I did tell them that I will need to cut back to part time when I start to hustle people for tips by giving them plates of octopus and hummus. The family I work for is expecting a 2nd child in mid-February. The mom will be staying home full time, so I know they will be ok when I tell them that I am ready to go for good. For now, I will stay part time and see them through the transition into full on parenthood. (1 kid is a breeze, 2 seems like hell in a handbasket!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about half-way through teacher training at WakeUp yoga. That's a doozie. If you think that a 250-hour certification is easy, well think again! It's massively time consuming, but fabulously fun. I'm making the greatest friends and learning the art and science of teaching asana, among other things. My practice has been half vinyasa, half ashtanga (the ashtanga half is more like a quarter, but let's pretend, for my sake that it's half and half). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finish the program at the end of April and I can't say that I'm not excited for the end. I'm excited to get my weekends back, but i'll be a little sad when I have no more workshops or weekends of intensive yoga stuff to do... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill comes in April for a week long Early Morning Retreat Week. 5 days of early morning Jill!! I signed up, but need to hand in my money in order to be on the list. You know I'll be doing that ASAP to secure a spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to start the journey at Dmitri's. I'm looking forward to reclaiming my early morning yoga practices. I'm stoked to have my days free to leisurely drink tea and make food and eat well and just be all around free to do whatever it is I want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Tina's Ayurvedic workshop on Saturday for TT. That was fabulous. I tried to write a blog about just that earlier, but the words were just not there. She's extremely smart and funny. I had a blast. I learned that i'm a Vata-Pitta Dosha. (look up Vata Dosha and tell me that doesn't describe me to a T!) ha. I'm fascinated by the Ayurvedic lifestyle. I am taking it all in and incorporating what I can (daily rituals: dry brush and oil, tongue scraper. eating largest meal of the day around 12. getting to bed by 10.. when i'm not working. having my bed be forsex and sleep.. using the 6 tastes ..sweet. salty. sour. pungent. bitter. astringent.. in as many meals as possible..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lots going on. lots changing. I feel like I'm growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8361753274425810140?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8361753274425810140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=8361753274425810140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8361753274425810140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/8361753274425810140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-are-changing.html' title='things are changing.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5469609457872824779</id><published>2010-01-24T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:25:36.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>practice.</title><content type='html'>haven't practiced since tina's class on monday night. i feel horrible. tomorrow i am back on the mat.. not sure of the location (home, y2, other) or even what style (led, mysore, vinyasa, flopping around like a sick fish...) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need the practice. i need some stability. practice is not steady right now. mind is not steady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh the trials and tribulations of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5469609457872824779?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5469609457872824779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5469609457872824779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5469609457872824779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5469609457872824779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/practice.html' title='practice.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-6726200449946147870</id><published>2010-01-17T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:53:23.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a homeless man once said...</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, in between practicing yoga at Wakeup and working on my yoga class plan, I went to La Colombe with Asher and Morgan. It was a warm winter day, so we decided to sit in Rittenhouse park while drinking our caffeinated beverages. Asher told me that I had hot sauce on my face, so I proceeded to lick my fingers and wipe it off. A homeless man across the way from us, jumped into our conversation and told me how to deal with my "spots." (aka acne). He told me to use Noxzema as a face wash and then to put alcohol with water into the sink and to rub the alcohol rinse onto my face. I just sat there smirking and he told me not to laugh. (I wasn't). He said he knows about good skin and he's 48 and he knows. Anyway, the point of this story is that I bought Noxzema tonight.. I think i'll try it out.. but not the alcohol bath. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6726200449946147870?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6726200449946147870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=6726200449946147870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6726200449946147870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/6726200449946147870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/homeless-man-once-said.html' title='a homeless man once said...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4942257872771687444</id><published>2010-01-16T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:16:01.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a night!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a test run at Dmitri's to see if I could 'hustle.' A try out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked all day (8:30-4:30) as the nanny, and then I was off... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to Dmitri's by 4:40, sat in Fitler's Square and found some composure. Went inside early, as I'd rather be early than on time or late. I sat with the Bartender and we talked a bit until the Manager came. Manager talked to me about how the night would go. I had coffee and dinner and people started to fill in the restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I basically brought food to table, bussed tables, filled waters, etc. I did all the jobs that a server would do, except I didn't take orders and I didn't bring alcoholic beverages to the tables. I had a freaking blast. The way the service is at Dmitri's is really great. All servers help each other. It's non-competitive. Tips are split at end of the night depending on how many hours you were there. It's like one big, somewhat happy, somewhat sweaty, serving family. I really enjoyed my time. I was there from 5-9:30 and the time flew by. I was sweating. I was focused. I learned the menu pretty fast. Tattoos are great. Clothing is casual. Laid back attitude. The manager said he would send a text to the Manager of the Northern Libs. Location and let her know that I did a fabulous job. He and some of the other servers checked in with me through out the night to see how I was doing and I said great everytime. I love being busy. I love making money fast. This is what I need to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got off, I got a Kenzinger and sat at the bar and just took the whole experience in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hopped on my bike after and enjoyed my almost 4 mile trek home.. The streets were really empty last night and I just coasted along. It was warm enough that I didn't need a face warmer. I was extremely high on endorphins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 99.9% positive that this job is mine. I'd like to say 100%.. but you never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the love in the world. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4942257872771687444?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4942257872771687444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4942257872771687444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4942257872771687444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4942257872771687444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-what-night.html' title='oh what a night!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4149457343978647159</id><published>2010-01-11T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:25:24.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga.'/><title type='text'>practice makes sense.</title><content type='html'>Jill is blogging from India and people are reading and by people I mean specifically: me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about practice. Specifically in regards to Vinyasa yoga. I am in teacher training for Vinyasa yoga and I'm starting to create a class plan which, with a little tweaking here and there, will probably be the class I teach for my final. There are so many little bits and pieces to put together and it's slightly overwhelming to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashtanga Yoga makes sense to me. I see how the sequence is pieced together. I see it and I feel it. I practice it and I study it and I understand it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not saying that I do not understand Vinyasa yoga. That is not true. I understand it, but sometimes sequencing doesn't seem like it 'fits together.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Tina's class tonight and I'M SO GLAD I DID!!!! (getting to the mat is seriously the hardest part...biking... cold weather.. makes for a difficult journey). This class, I can say from the bottom of my heart, was very much based off of the Ashtanga method. It made sense to me. This is how I want to teach. Simple sequencing. Less talking, more silence pauses. Less is more. I can appreciate an intricate vinyasa yoga class, for fucking sure! I mean that takes work and when it's done well... you sweat and laugh and have fun and sweat and it's all around a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, the reason I practice Ashtanga yoga is for the silence. The Silence that is created in my Mind. In mysore style class, you hear ujayi breath and silence. You might hear someone stomp a foot. Or laugh (ADAM!) Or a teacher teaching quietly to one student beside his or her mat You might here baby Julian say "yoga! or david!" But all and all it is the silence I am there for. In Ashtanga led class, you hear a count. Ekam, Inhale. Dve, Exhale. And in those moments, you know that you are Inhaling your arms out and above your head, palms touching, gaze thumbs. Exhaling folding forward, deeply in half, finger tips in line with toe tips. It's magical to be in a room full of people that know what is happening next, but still wait for the count to move on to the next asana. Anyway, this blog is just a ramble now... but what I wanted to say is just that I want my sequencing for this vinyasa open class plan to make the most sense. I am drawing from my experience in the Ashtanga Method to make this happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is not about Ashtanga versus Vinyasa. One is not better than the other. It's all personal preference. Obviously Vinyasa sprouted from Ashtanga, so in reality, they are same same. Yoga is Yoga is Yoga. Practice is Practice, despite what method you are practicing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just needed to journal and didn't feel like writing it all by hand in my TT journal, so I figured I do it here for tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight my lovelies. goodmorning to jillji and kcdv in mysore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4149457343978647159?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4149457343978647159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4149457343978647159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4149457343978647159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4149457343978647159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/practice-makes-sense.html' title='practice makes sense.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2778868335777046805</id><published>2010-01-08T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:40:18.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S0dBlufdqqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uur3iYTOibw/s1600-h/DSCF0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S0dBlufdqqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uur3iYTOibw/s400/DSCF0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424376392582015650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got this poster recently at &lt;a href="http://printliberation.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;print liberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a shop in the piazza in no.libs.) it's great to look at every day when i walk into my apartment. i think i want a t-shirt that says this also. i would probably wear it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S0dBle60D6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kqGE2AZGkUk/s1600-h/100_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S0dBle60D6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kqGE2AZGkUk/s400/100_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424376388401762210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is an old pic from my trip to brooklyn last year. q and k and i went out for coffee after i had practiced at guy's studio. i love this coffee cup design. &lt;a href="http://www.ninthstreetespresso.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;9th street espresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2778868335777046805?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2778868335777046805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2778868335777046805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2778868335777046805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2778868335777046805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-give-up.html' title='don&apos;t give up.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/S0dBlufdqqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uur3iYTOibw/s72-c/DSCF0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1352575380504026865</id><published>2010-01-07T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:52:03.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"out of the egg" by tina matthews</title><content type='html'>Out of the Egg by Tina Matthews:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a Red Hen found a green seed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who will help me plant the seed?" she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not I," said the Fat Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not I," said the Dirty Rat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not I," said the Greedy Pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then I shall plant it myself," said the Red Hen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon the seed began to sprout, but the sun was hot and it shone down on the seedling day in and day out. "Who will help me water the seedling?" asked the Red Hen. "Not I," said the Fat Cat, said the Dirty Rat, said the Greedy Pig. "Then I shall water it myself," said the Red Hen. And she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day the Red Hen fetched water, but as the tree grew up, so did the weeds around it. "Who will help me dig out the weeds?" asked the Red Hen. "Not I," said the Fat Cat, said the Dirty Rat, said the Greedy Pig. "Then I shall dig them out myself," said the Red Hen. And she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winter came with the wind and the rain. "Who will help me shelter the tree?" asked the Red Hen. "Not I," said the Fat Cat, said the Dirty Rat, said the Greedy Pig. "Then I shall shelter it myself," said the Red Hen. And she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through wild days and mild months and slow-turning years, the tree grew bigger. And one warm spring day the Red Hen found a safe place... and laid a perfect white egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the egg hatched a little red chick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in good time a little cat, a little rat, and a little pig came out of the house and walked past the Red Hen on the hill.  "Who will let us in to play under the tree?" said the little cat, said the little rat, said the little pig. "Not I!" said the Red Hen with a wry smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mum, that's MEAN!" said the little chick, and everyone else was very quiet. The Red Hen looked from the little cat and the little rat and the little pig to her own little chick. "Perhaps it is," said said softly. "Do you think I should ask them in?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I shall ask them myself," said the little red chick. And she did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the little cat, the little rat, the little pig, and the little chick played all day around and about the great green whispery tree. And when it was time to go home...  the Red Hen gave them each a green seed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what I'm thinking of starting my lead the Om with. I was going to relate this story to aparigraha, non-hoarding.. i think it could work. but at the same time, not sure. i still have a month to figure it out. from this story, i would go into talking about Om (bija/seed mantra) and that would get me started. ok that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1352575380504026865?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1352575380504026865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1352575380504026865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1352575380504026865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1352575380504026865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-egg-by-tina-matthews.html' title='&quot;out of the egg&quot; by tina matthews'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4787462462537845732</id><published>2010-01-07T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:39:28.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the little red hen.</title><content type='html'>i recently got a version of the little red hen that has a different, more positive ending. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thinking about reading this short story to the TT class for the beginning of my 'lead the om.' (on feb. 3rd) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lead the om is basically a 20 minute "opening" to a vinyasa class. we are all required to lead the om as a practice for becoming a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to read this story and relate it to the yama: aparigraha (non-hoarding, non-possessiveness). i think it works. i need to think on this, but i think it would be cool to tie this traditional story with a positive ending to yoga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a thought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, we have an open class plan due on jan. 20th and i started to plan mine yesterday. i'm going to practice it today and see if it flows and makes sense. i only got the standing parts done, when we get to the floor i'm not sure about how to put shoulder stand into the sequence. i need to talk to my mentor. or jill.  yeah, that's what i gots to do. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4787462462537845732?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4787462462537845732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4787462462537845732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4787462462537845732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4787462462537845732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-red-hen.html' title='the little red hen.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2743903898313190758</id><published>2010-01-05T23:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:00:58.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y2'/><title type='text'>2nd series.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went to David G's 2nd Series workshop. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We 'learned' 2nd series. Friday night a few asanas. Saturday a whole slew of asana (almost all of it). Sunday 2nd series led class (except the last pose where your leg is in bound lotus and you're on your back and we skipped the 7 headstands.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely learned a lot about the mechanics of the poses, I learned the vinyasa in and out of the asana, but when it comes down to it, I also forgot most of what I learned... I also can barely do any of this series. It was a humbling experience. I just bought &lt;a href="http://www.ashtanga.com/html/action.lasso?-database=ygpricelist.fm&amp;amp;-layout=w&amp;amp;-response=sc_enlarge.html&amp;amp;productid=10215&amp;amp;-search"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Gregor Maele's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "the intermediate series" book. I'm reading it before bed at night. I just am browsing and kind of relearning the asana in my head. I am fascinated with how this series is put together. Gregor really breaks it down in a cool way. I'll have to get my book out and pick out the things that have been catching my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y2 has moved their morning mysore to Dhyana @ Rittenhouse location. I went to David's led class on Friday, which he taught as a "vinyasa" style class. (I guess there were a lot of newbies there to Ashtanga). We only did half primary. I was disappointed. I was so ready for the count and for the sweat and for the meditative quality of the led class. Oh well. Sundays are led primary days. I can't go this week because I have TT at 11 on Sunday and I have a feeling that getting finished at 10:45 from led will cause me to be late and I can't be late!! I'll get in trouble. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. I just spoke to JILL!!! on skype! Hi Jill!!!!! Good luck at registering at the Shala!! (She's in Mysore!! and it's hot there, be jealous, I am!!) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2743903898313190758?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2743903898313190758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2743903898313190758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2743903898313190758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2743903898313190758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-series.html' title='2nd series.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-7861490896918187190</id><published>2010-01-01T08:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:09:10.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions.'/><title type='text'>6 changes.</title><content type='html'>I was reading Christina's &lt;a href="http://prescribingyoga.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her most recent post is about &lt;a href="http://6changes.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;6 changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the new year, for a new life it seems as well. I'm definitely into making new year's resolutions that will not only impact your year, but your entire life. I like the concept of having only 6 new changes, giving yourself 2 months for each goal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) No white foods: sugar, bread, rice, etc. (only brown rice, brown bread, etc. and agave/honey will my choice of sweetener if I decide to use it at all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Think before speaking and really decide to use my words for the positive. (no shit talking.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Honesty with myself so I can be honest with others. (this is always reoccurring...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Continue to spend time alone with myself and take myself on "self dates"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Figure out a hobby and devote time to exploring it and enjoying it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Start to be more aware of how I spend my money.. put more into savings, less into buying stuff I don't need..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any changes you'd like to make for the new year? Life goals? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-7861490896918187190?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7861490896918187190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=7861490896918187190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7861490896918187190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/7861490896918187190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2010/01/6-changes.html' title='6 changes.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2369990858991634536</id><published>2009-12-31T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:41:28.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill-ji!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SzzF4kS_9eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Gfby-WgxF3Q/s1600-h/100_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SzzF4kS_9eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Gfby-WgxF3Q/s400/100_0995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421425627053946338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another photo from yoga squared. jill (the woman in red!) is one of my dearest teachers. she heads to mysore, india today to study ashtanga yoga, sanskrit, harmonium, etc. i can't wait to hear of her journey. peace with you jill-ji! we miss you in philly, have fun in india!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2369990858991634536?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2369990858991634536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2369990858991634536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2369990858991634536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2369990858991634536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/12/jill-ji.html' title='Jill-ji!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SzzF4kS_9eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Gfby-WgxF3Q/s72-c/100_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1549781377479516744</id><published>2009-12-29T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:04:15.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y2'/><title type='text'>yoga squared, now y2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SzrOqyAprCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oVi2Yd5RYjw/s1600-h/100_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SzrOqyAprCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oVi2Yd5RYjw/s400/100_1006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872335868144674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i will miss this space. i had such an incredible journey at yoga squared and i will never ever ever forget those good times, hard times, funny times, mysore times, led times, tired times, baby times, informative times, cleaning times, grand ole times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yoga squared is now called y2!! awesome. the space we will practice is at another local studio, renting their morning slots for mysore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jill heads to india this week! kcdv is also making the journey in january over to mysore. i'm so jealous and happy for these incredible ladies. i would like to make that epic voyage to india to practice with sharath and travel around india. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm off work on thursday and friday and have so much yoga planned! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: -Renata at Wakeup in AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: -10:30 David G. Led Primary Y2 @1611 Walnut St.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              -in the PM, 2nd Series workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: -2nd Series workshop in AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   -practice teaching yoga with JN in PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: -Mysore in the AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-2nd Series workshop after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year's to everyone! (Anyone making resolutions? I think i'm changing some food habits again this year, not for weight-loss, but for health and political stuff. might update about that after I get it all squared away.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps-the pic is of jill's foundations first workshop from january '09. wow how time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1549781377479516744?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1549781377479516744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1549781377479516744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1549781377479516744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1549781377479516744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/12/yoga-squared-now-y2.html' title='yoga squared, now y2.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SzrOqyAprCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oVi2Yd5RYjw/s72-c/100_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5659967432443839411</id><published>2009-12-22T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:07:31.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>staying public for now.. been a while.</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog. Lots of stuff happening recently.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill's workshop was fabulous! I had to really make the effort to get there in the blizzard!! It was worth the walking, the freezing, the soreness. Everything. I learned so much over the course of the weekend. Lots of working on leg-over-head and pasasana. Jill has some awesome tricks up her sleeve. Thank you for sharing them with us. I had a home practice, at work, yesterday. I did full primary, plus the 1st 3 poses of 2nd series. I'm really sore today. I tried to practice a little bit at work today, but I just didn't have it it me. I've noticed that having a sore throat and using ujayi breath doesn't feel so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a favorite quote from the weekend: "I'm not concerned where you place your hand in Triangle, I'm concerned with the state of the Triangle." Fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work, I shoveled my car and bike out of their spots and fed myself food from Honey's Sit and Eat for dinner.  I have the apartment to myself for a week and last night was kind of sad for me, but tonight I am making the most of it. I will probably watch a movie and hang out with Huckster and Pig. Asher and Pixel come back on Sunday! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're on a break from TT until January. I need to do some studying, but it's been nice to not think so much about Asana and Philosophy on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on Christmas which is good and bad. Good because I have no plans otherwise, Bad because i'd rather just sleep in and do nothing all day. My bosses will see patients in the morning and then come home and eat Chinese food with their son and I. After that, I think they will go to a movie. When i'm off, I might take myself out to a movie at the Ritz, if they're open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to see It's Complicated on Saturday with a nanny friend of mine. I love Meryl Streep! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got a haircut recently from Anthony at American Mortals, he comes highly recommended! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, That's all for now. I'll be blogging more hopefully, but who knows. Happy Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5659967432443839411?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5659967432443839411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5659967432443839411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5659967432443839411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5659967432443839411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/12/staying-public-for-now-been-while.html' title='staying public for now.. been a while.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-1419146001373998571</id><published>2009-12-10T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:40:15.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;trip to baltimore for chanukah this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more TT class next wednesday and then a much needed break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jill's winter solstice workshop on the 19th and 20th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parent's are coming to see my place at the end of december... finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fun. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-1419146001373998571?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1419146001373998571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=1419146001373998571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1419146001373998571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/1419146001373998571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-happening.html' title='things happening.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-5725669586353710164</id><published>2009-12-06T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:45:44.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysore'/><title type='text'>salambhasana a &amp; b</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/Sxxrwd04RpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/esjYyHy92mM/s1600-h/03a-Salabhasana-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/Sxxrwd04RpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/esjYyHy92mM/s400/03a-Salabhasana-A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412319332576806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SxxrwObl-tI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yB1sm4AZmSE/s1600-h/03b-Salabhasana-B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/SxxrwObl-tI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yB1sm4AZmSE/s400/03b-Salabhasana-B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412319328444218066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;learning 2nd series has been a slow process, but today i learned salambhasana a/b. i really like 2nd series, it's hard and challenging and exciting. i still can't bind pasasana on my own. but i'm down with just trying to for now. i'm tired. had a long weekend of TT. i taught surya namasakara b yesterday and revolved triangle to eagle today. both went well. that's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-5725669586353710164?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5725669586353710164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=5725669586353710164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5725669586353710164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/5725669586353710164'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pup'/><title type='text'>meet pixel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/Sv9zRV-a62I/AAAAAAAAAbk/rmVB-MNQ9VQ/s1600-h/Photo+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/Sv9zRV-a62I/AAAAAAAAAbk/rmVB-MNQ9VQ/s400/Photo+204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404164819661810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the new pup. his name is pixel. we also call him precious. he's the sweetest pup i've ever met. sage and him get along well. he's already pretty much housebroken. he goes to the litter box almost 100% of the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;david keil was in town and it was an amazing week for me. 6 practices straight (1 w/ noah, 5 w/ david). it's a lot, i'm not used to doing mysore every day...(because of TT), but it was amazing to reconnect with the practice. i fell in love with ashtanga all over again.  i took a mini-break from wakeup to practice at yogasquared. i miss wakeup though and am looking forward to practicing there soon. maybe corina's vinyasa on monday and then definitely yin at 730 with adam and maybe caitlin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-6340946188672600643?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6340946188672600643/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/Sv9zRV-a62I/AAAAAAAAAbk/rmVB-MNQ9VQ/s72-c/Photo+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-8779450835206605021</id><published>2009-11-09T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:21:32.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y2'/><title type='text'>this time last year..</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling nostalgic. david keil is in town. i just finished his weekend of yoganatomy for TT. it was informative and fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. david was here last year around the same time. i had just started practicing mysore stylie in october of 2008 (was doing led primary for a while before that). i'm feeling so lucky to have found such an incredible ashtanga community through yoga squared (as well as an amazing community at wakeup yoga). last year during my first week with david, i was only practicing up to navasana. he was the first teacher to "officially give" me a pose, bhujapidasana. he took me up to supta kurmasana before he left.. and now a year later, i've got primary under my belt (for the most part.. there are a few poses towards the end that i'm still really working on.. well now that i think about it, i'm always working on all the asanas... it's constantly changing and growing and that's all part of it). david garrigues started me on 2nd recently which is another boat entirely... a boat in which i feel is insanely rocky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is day one of david keil mysore and it was a blast. he adjusted me in supta kurmasana and had me go into handstand from it. i'm pretty sure it's a teaching tool to show me what it feels like to lift out of the pose and jump back. it was neato. but i'm no where close to doing anything like that on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stood up from a drop back, sloppily, yesterday during mysore with noah w. i understand the quality of dropping back and standing up. still working on it though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, again. nostalgia is making me feel warm and fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm also watching slumdog millionaire on tv right now, which came out around thanksgiving last year and i saw it with asher on thanksgiving day. this movie makes me cry. but i love it none-the-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-8779450835206605021?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-2358509739089929894</id><published>2009-11-02T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:10:43.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of stuff happening.</title><content type='html'>ok here's a roster of events coming up:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jill manning: led primary @ yoga squared on nov. 7th, 10am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jill manning: foundations first workshop on nov. 7th (1-5pm) and 8th (12-4pm) @ yoga squared, ($90 for weekend, or 50/day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yogasquared.com or jillmanning.com for details...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;david keil is having a special led primary class @ yoga squared on nov. 14th, 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;david keil is also doing a week of mysore (nov 9th to 13th) @ yoga squared, i think most spots are filled but there might be a few openings for the 11am group. call yoga squared for details!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll be submerging myself in ashtanga love this upcoming week. can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had this insane eye migraine yesterday after practice. my vision went wackadoodle. i was seeing spots and swirls. then i vomited, while driving my car home, luckily i had a bag in my lap just in case.. ( i was feeling super nauseous). i spent the rest of my birthday on the sofa. horrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tonight, i am doing a re-do of my birthday. morgan, asher and i are going to bar ferdinand on my bosses bday tab/present for me. and then we will see saw 6. will be loads of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.  infinite love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-2358509739089929894?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2358509739089929894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=2358509739089929894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2358509739089929894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/2358509739089929894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/11/lots-of-stuff-happening.html' title='lots of stuff happening.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-4891845339694987199</id><published>2009-10-26T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:39:47.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where the wild things are...</title><content type='html'>makes me want to crawl into a nook or something small and daydream all day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to build a fort around my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to yoga squared yesterday for the first time in two weeks. wow. good energy. good peeps. new teacher, who i love, noah. he rocks. i'm excited to see him there for a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so insanely sore from practice yesterday. my practice was great though, but my arms and a little part of my neck are sore. at least it's not my legs this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of my practices are at wakeup these days. been crazy busy, but teacher training is rad and i'm learning a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those moments where we get to teach are just little sips of what's to come. i'm making some amazing friends. and just got my mentor, which is micki! yay~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all for now. gotta go write a paper. (and clean mouse poo out of my apartment.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-4891845339694987199?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4891845339694987199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=4891845339694987199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4891845339694987199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/4891845339694987199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-wild-things-are.html' title='where the wild things are...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991807990525052570.post-878842012184343193</id><published>2009-10-19T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:16:11.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an update on my life.</title><content type='html'>super busy it seems. lots of yoga. lots of response papers. lots of practice. work work work. etc etc etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently saw "whip it," which was so cute and i love ellen page and all the other ladies in the film were just awesome to watch, especially when they were skating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to go see where the wild things are, ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to southhampton spa with adam and some other folks on saturday night. wild experience. definitely fun. ate fish jerkey and pickled grapes. weird, fun, goofy, steamy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also recently went to a wake/funeral for my old nanny/house keeper, daisy. she passed away last week after battling lots of things, and my family and i got to say goodbye to her on friday at the wake. it was super intense. never been to a wake before. i got to hear some amazing gospel. and we got to see daisy's family, which ended up being really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing else to report. just trying to get some practicing in. maybe now. maybe later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991807990525052570-878842012184343193?l=philamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/feeds/878842012184343193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991807990525052570&amp;postID=878842012184343193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/878842012184343193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991807990525052570/posts/default/878842012184343193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philamore.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-on-my-life.html' title='an update on my life.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16381115707937693887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDRHfShyEyQ/TMUHE0ASbEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-IP7GxGCR3Y/S220/DSCF0859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
