freeze pop forever!
i am rocking out in my thoroughly air conditioned cave of a room to boston's favorite little synth pop band, freeze pop. i am a little bit obsessed with freeze pop and its members. my ex boyfriend burned me a copy of their new cd yesterday, and its only fueled the 16-bit fires of passion. i'm all about a band that manages to weave refernces to old school nintendo into songs about spurned love. i am not your game-boy damnit! this is what signifigant others are good for. everyone i have ever dated has profoundly influenced my musical tastes. this way when i break up with someone i can at least say: "he was a bastard, but without him i never would have gotten into patti smith." a bad ex will make your life hell. a good ex will burn you cd's and turn you on to new bands, flirt with you at parties when you are lonesome just long enough for it to not be creepy, and then conveniently do something that reminds you of why you broke it off with him so you won't start feeling pathetic.
but back to my four zillion meggawatt junior high school style crush on the members of freeze pop. let's start with the lead singer, liz enthusiastic, and how much i lust for her with her superior dance moves and airbrushed sounding voice, and white go go boots and too short mod dresses. that would be the kickass thing about dating a girl, if we were the same size our closets could meld to form one huge superstyle closet, and my wardrobe would be doubled. i see her around cambridge sometimes with her fuscia streaked hair and i want to go up to her and at least tell her that her band is, "like cool and stuff" but when i see her i whimper and run away. i had the perfect chance to show my appreciation at the last freeze pop show at the middle east when she was hanging out at the merch table, but all i did was very sheapishly go up and steal a free sticker, then run back to my friends. oh, and well we are at it, can we talk about how crushable the boys in the band are? and how luck liz is to be surrounded by them day in and day out? i have insta-crush on any boy who wears a white one piece jumpsuit on stage, and plays a hand held keyboard. i guess this all goes back to frosh. year of college when i was briefly wooed by a very cute boy who played a hot lixx. ah, the hot lixx, another example of how 80's toys are superior to today's toys. pogo ball, anyone?
but anyhoo. i realize how silly i'm sounding here. i'm not for real obsessed with freeze pop, so hold off on the restraining orders, kids. i really don't have time to be for real obsessed with anything. i'm just too lazy. the a/c in my room is just numbing my brain to coherent thought. i've gotta bust out of this place and be productive today, or at the very least, take a ahower. showers are good.
anyway, more fascinating news later, and hopefully i'll get around to posting my picture too.
i am rocking out in my thoroughly air conditioned cave of a room to boston's favorite little synth pop band, freeze pop. i am a little bit obsessed with freeze pop and its members. my ex boyfriend burned me a copy of their new cd yesterday, and its only fueled the 16-bit fires of passion. i'm all about a band that manages to weave refernces to old school nintendo into songs about spurned love. i am not your game-boy damnit! this is what signifigant others are good for. everyone i have ever dated has profoundly influenced my musical tastes. this way when i break up with someone i can at least say: "he was a bastard, but without him i never would have gotten into patti smith." a bad ex will make your life hell. a good ex will burn you cd's and turn you on to new bands, flirt with you at parties when you are lonesome just long enough for it to not be creepy, and then conveniently do something that reminds you of why you broke it off with him so you won't start feeling pathetic.
but back to my four zillion meggawatt junior high school style crush on the members of freeze pop. let's start with the lead singer, liz enthusiastic, and how much i lust for her with her superior dance moves and airbrushed sounding voice, and white go go boots and too short mod dresses. that would be the kickass thing about dating a girl, if we were the same size our closets could meld to form one huge superstyle closet, and my wardrobe would be doubled. i see her around cambridge sometimes with her fuscia streaked hair and i want to go up to her and at least tell her that her band is, "like cool and stuff" but when i see her i whimper and run away. i had the perfect chance to show my appreciation at the last freeze pop show at the middle east when she was hanging out at the merch table, but all i did was very sheapishly go up and steal a free sticker, then run back to my friends. oh, and well we are at it, can we talk about how crushable the boys in the band are? and how luck liz is to be surrounded by them day in and day out? i have insta-crush on any boy who wears a white one piece jumpsuit on stage, and plays a hand held keyboard. i guess this all goes back to frosh. year of college when i was briefly wooed by a very cute boy who played a hot lixx. ah, the hot lixx, another example of how 80's toys are superior to today's toys. pogo ball, anyone?
but anyhoo. i realize how silly i'm sounding here. i'm not for real obsessed with freeze pop, so hold off on the restraining orders, kids. i really don't have time to be for real obsessed with anything. i'm just too lazy. the a/c in my room is just numbing my brain to coherent thought. i've gotta bust out of this place and be productive today, or at the very least, take a ahower. showers are good.
anyway, more fascinating news later, and hopefully i'll get around to posting my picture too.
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Also, the pogo ball was kick ass!
Well, if you're interested in yoga more, you should join this group:
Yoga
But the first thing to do is to make a small commitment. Not to a class, not to anything big. A small, homeopathic dose of starting a breath practice.
Here's the one I do:
Pranayama Ujaye
If I were able to only do ONE thing in yoga for the rest of my life, this would be it. I cannot think of anything more transformational or balancing than this practice.
Stand firmly with you feet rooted into the ground, shoulders pulled down, sternum up, butt slightly tense, (Mountain Pose).
Now take a deep breath starting with your throat, but let it go all the way down to the base of your spine. Fill your whole body with breath. Keep your tougue on the roof of your mouth while you do this.
Exhale in the same fashion.
Once you have that down, on the inhale, raise your arms skyward AFTER you have started the breath, pause at the top, looking upward, and then begin the exhale, and lower your arms downward to the original position.
As you do this, visulize warm, receptive energy up the front of your body coming from the top down on the inhale, and rigid, steel, strength energy coming up your spine on the exhale.
What you are doing is building a strength that is receptive and a receptivity that is strong.
Put another way:
"A Heart of Gold with a Spine of Steel"
If you dedicate 5-10 minutes a day to doing this practice, it will change your life.
Also, I love the little 20 minute workouts in the videos that Gaiam sells. They are good for building a home practice.
But join the group, there's a lot of other yoga-people in there.
Namaste.