Comments on: A Different Kind of Down Dog

By: Winston

Winston — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 15:02:38 +0000

What a post! I’m exhausted! I feel as though I just dined out with the Golden Girls! Only the cheesecake was missing. But there were still plenty of options on the bill of fare. Had I been dining at a nearby table I would have definitely ordered the poussin— for my ears.
And thanks to Duchess for the info on mollusks and the lack of a central nervous system. Did that negate the whole “oysters have feelings, too” guilt trip?
One more thing:
you closed with, I finally remembered the name of the person in the salacious story. I’m saving it for our next get-together.
That’s just the kind of thing which happens with my memory. Only I would have to write the name on my forearm immediately and carefully bathe around it until the next gathering with friends, else at that next soiree, I would sit there in stony silence, wallowing in a senior deja-vu moment, remembering that I once had remembered the person’s name, and trying to recapture the moment that I’d remembered it. Of course, If I was lucky enough to actually succeed in remembering the name again , then I would no doubt, flounder around trying to remember why I so desperately wanted to remember it!
Incidentally, I take my wine wet also. It complements the dry Zwieback admirably.

By: ruthpennebaker

ruthpennebaker — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 23:49:03 +0000

Where do you stand on lobsters, Duchess?

Carol, where on earth have you been taking yoga? Most of the yogis I know only stab in the front.

Cindy, please send any slimy little balls of ocean scum my way.

By: Cindy A

Cindy A — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:33:03 +0000

I took one yoga class a couple of years ago. Being quite inflexible, it was a huge undertaking. At one point I think something on me actually creaked. If there is such a thing as “yoga for the stiff and creaky,” tell me and I’ll be there.

I’m not a vegetarian but would like to be. Oysters do not have eyes or nervous systems so seems like they would be kind of like eating eggs. But I’m still not downing the slimey little balls of ocean scum.

By: Carol Flake Chapman

Carol Flake Chapman — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 22:29:48 +0000

I have to wonder about the supposed tranquility enjoyed by yoga practitioners. Some of the most vicious gossip and backstabbing I’ve ever heard was from teachers in the so-called yoga community. Watch your back.

By: Duchess

Duchess — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 22:27:22 +0000

I buy poussin whenever I can find them at the store. My daughter says, I hate it when you eat those baby chickens.

My mother has managed to convince at least one vegetarian that molluscs don’t count because they don’t have a central nervous system.

I think I had better switch from Pilates to Yoga. It obviously attracts a better class of shellfish, if not wine. Meanwhile I am still making sure my tea is wet.