Things to do with Old Yoga Magazines

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I subscribe to one Yoga magazine, regularly buy another and occasionally buy two others. After about 5 years of earnest collecting, that adds up to quite a pile of yoga mags. All cluttering up my lounge room … Gathering dust.

I’m doing one of my half-yearly de-clutters. This coincides with us selling the megalith that was our entertainment unit, and buying a relatively inexpensive IKEA piece. The megalith was so big that we had to take it completely into pieces to get it out the door! And it was fugly. Very fugly.

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Facebook, GFC and Non-Attachment

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I have to admit that I’m a bit of a net-addict and geek. I was on MSN and Facebook well before any of my friends, I’m on Twitter, Linked-In, and I use Delicious, (although I find Digg useless) etc etc.

However, just because I’ve signed up to something, doesn’t mean I’m convinced of its utility. It’s taken me 18 months to convince myself that Facebook is actually useful in some way. The main way in which Facebook is useful is to me is in keeping up with friends and family who live elsewhere or whose lives are often lived in parallel to your own. You get to see what people are up to and feel like you’re staying in touch a lot better than you otherwise would. Indeed, for me Facebook has facilitated social events and catchings-up with friends.

However, there’s stuff on Facebook that I find just plain annoying. For example, I detest the ads that say things like “How do celebrities stay so skinny?” and “Make $400,000 from home just by typing.” Whatever you do, DO NOT click or sign up for the latter one – the EMillionaire scam. If you agree to pay the $1.95 fee for the initial training package, you’re secretly subscribing to a US $47 (currently about $73 AUD) per month credit card scam. I was stung and so were many others!

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After Release, Opening

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I had a text message from the gym on Monday. It was a continuation of the ongoing yoga-at-the-gym saga (see this post for the full story). The text message went like this:

Hi Amanda, I’ve spoken to XX about yoga on Thursday night and it’s ok to go ahead. We just need to check on the availability of the room, whether it’s going to be ready, and whether the noise levels from the stadium (a basketball stadium) will interfere with the yoga class. When would you like to start? Please let us know…

So you tell me. Is it no or yes? They want me to teach, but they don’t know if the room -the room in the centre they manage- is available?  Confused? I know I am.

But it’s all too little, too late. There is nothing that will convince me that they are committed to yoga.

And now for the exciting news…

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Marching into March

I am looking forward to the end of the hot weather and the beginning of autumn here. Last week, and into the beginning of this one, it’s been unbearably hot and I’ve been out bush for most of it.

If you can imagine what it’s like camping when the temperature is 39 degrees (that’s more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit) in the company of 10 gazillion flies, then driving over extremely remote country (check out the photo below – there were no tracks, but that’s what we were driving over), you’ll get the idea.

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Location, Location, Location

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Anityāśuci-duhkhānātmasu nitya-śuci-sukhātma-khyātir avidyā (Yoga Sutra 2.5)

Ignorance is misperceiving permanence in transience, purity in impurity, pleasure in suffering, an essential self where there is no self (trans. Stoller-Miller, 1998:45).

I’ve again butted my head against position (location) – position in the sense of political or ideological position, which in the context in which I live and work, always exists. One is in the ‘advocacy’ camp (read Indigenous peoples’ rights) or in the government camp. There is no in between. No shades of grey.

Clearly, this is ridiculous. The world is all colours and shades. And labels are just that: there is no us versus them. No advocacy camp vs the government camp. It’s a fictional right-left bullshit position that is now irrelevant.

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