Here's what's been rattling around in the grab-bag I call my mind:
1) Floyd's been doing yoga at 24 Hour Fitness, which means it's high impact, overachieving, American-style yoga with thumpa thumpa music. In other words, the antithesis of yoga. But he can touch his toes, so he's psyched.
That said, there are a few classes that are more reflective. One of them in particular ends with meditating on one idea as you inhale, then exhaling the opposite. As in, breathe in relaxation, breathe out tension, breathe in community, breathe out loneliness. When they got to breathe in prosperity, Floyd immediately thought "breathe out fear."
Versus poverty. I find this intriguing.
2) Steve Martin's play about Picasso meeting Einstein has been found too racy for a high school production, but no one's saying why.
I'm gonna read it and find out. More later. In the meantime, Martin has offered to pay for the production to be done off-campus.
3) More thoughts on the Obama family's lousy gifts to the British prime minister. While I admit the president's people really screwed the pooch on this one, you've got to admit Obama is easy to buy for. The man made history, so Gordon Brown brought a gift that reflected that. Brown, on the other hand, was elected by no one, but took over for Tony Blair when he resigned in disgrace. He's the British Gerald Ford. Hardly inspiring for gift ideas.