It happened at around 10:30pm last night, just after hanging out a bit with a friend at Lulu Carpenter’s, a coffee shop downtown on Pacific Ave. I (Luke) was parked about a minute’s walk down a somewhat dark and deserted street, in the (likewise deserted) bank parking lot. I had some Smarties in my pocket from a jam-party I was at last Saturday, so as I approached my car in the deserted parking lot, I popped one in my mouth. Immediately, I got that nasty sensation of strong sour flavor mixed with a lack of saliva—I don’t know if other people have experienced this, but when this has happened before I’ll get a really terrible feeling in the back of my throat. Almost like some super-concentrated sour syrup getting caught back there.
Well because it looks cool, right? Oh no, you said it looks nuts. Frankly, no one sets off to do that kind of yoga posture. The core principle of Hatha Yoga is reflected in what Hatha means: ‘Ha’ means sun; ‘tha’ means moon. The idea is to work with a burning fire like the sun, yet rest still in the passive coolness of the moon. The work over the years increases flexibility, balance and strength. As these increase, one must naturally move into the posture more and more to experience the same level of work. Simply put, the goal is to always be a beginner. To do that, one needs to go to one’s limit. Going to one’s limit eventually brings one’s towards ‘nutty’ looking postures. Alas, it’s an imperfect world.
My dad was Jewish and grew up in New York. I wasn’t raised in the religion. I haven’t heard my share of Yiddish expressions either but I have always thought that yenta meant a matchmaker in Yiddish. Actually I probably got that from Fiddler on Roof.
Last year in January, Masahiro Nitta came over from Japan. Since Nitta is a big fusion aficionado, Kevin Kmetz (The once-local shamisen player) brought him over to work out a few Bluegrass songs to play at the Cayuga Vault. Phyllis (Luke’s old girlfriend) Annie [what's with the Phyllis stuff? —Luke] joined in on the fiddle, bringing out a full ensemble.
Luke testing out the Abbotts’ newly-restored fiddle on the roof of their Santa Cruz home, with a couple traditional fiddle tunes, Angeline the Baker and Apple Blossom. And he *almost* manages to stay in sync with his foot…those darn triplets… [watch higher-quality version]
My oh my, look at that dish! I’ll eat it all and still be hungry… but not so hungry that I’ll need to eat more. This dish is only about 200 calories, give or take, so it probably looks like it is more fattening than it is. Here’s the recipe:
2 corn tortillas — 120 calories
1 large sliced tomato — 20 calories
2 tbsp. parmesan — 40 calories
2 tbsp. pinto beans — 20 calories
Jalapeños pepper slices — calories negligible
Garlic salt — calories negligible
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Optional:
Mushrooms, onions, green or red peppers – calories negligible
Place in toaster oven until tortillas are crisy and then eat slowly so as not to burn your tongue. Follow this with a like hot jug of my ‘lemon and green tea especial’.
Have you ever run into someone you once were “in love” with and thought “What the hell was I thinking?” I think rose colored glasses may have come into play. Those little glasses sure play a big role in a lot of romances. They can stay on for awhile too. When that lens clears up the view just gets dirtier. Ha. They have done scans on the brains of the people who are “in love”. I mean the love that can see no fault. I mean bow wow puppy love. It sure is fun when it’s going on until it isn’t. But back to the brain scans. They found that when they showed a person a picture of their beloved that the area of the brain that has to do with rational thought showed no signs of activity. I’m sure it’s for a reason. Nature wants us to procreate. Rose colored glasses or a 6 pack. Well…both have aprice.
Well I have discovered another fun kind of glasses to ease up a not so pretty sight. It’s dark sunglasses. I have had a headache for going on 6 weeks now. I am very sensitive to light so I am wearing them all the time. Yes I am very hip. [Is that word still hip? - Kyle] I’ve noticed that the house looks a lot cleaner now and when I look in the mirror I look a lot lovelier.
Hey I just saw Carl come in the room wearing glasses with one pink lens and one black. Hmm. . .
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Brothers Kyle and Luke, and parents Leslie ("Mama") and Carl ("Papa"). This is our family blog.
This has been our main project for over seven years: helping folks to learn to play music.
I had some Smarties in my pocket from a jam-party I was at last Saturday, so as I approached my car in the deserted parking lot, I popped one in my mouth. Immediately, I got that nasty sensation of strong sour flavor mixed with a lack of saliva—I don’t know if other people have experienced this, but when this has happened before I’ll get a really terrible feeling in the back of my throat. Almost like some super-concentrated sour syrup getting caught back there. 
Have you ever run into someone you once were “in love” with and thought “What the hell was I thinking?” I think rose colored glasses may have come into play. Those little glasses sure play a big role in a lot of romances. They can stay on for awhile too. When that lens clears up the view just gets dirtier. Ha. They have done scans on the brains of the people who are “in love”. I mean the love that can see no fault. I mean bow wow puppy love. It sure is fun when it’s going on until it isn’t. But back to the brain scans. They found that when they showed a person a picture of their beloved that the area of the brain that has to do with rational thought showed no signs of activity. I’m sure it’s for a reason. Nature wants us to procreate. Rose colored glasses or a 6 pack. Well…both have a
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