So I am up to page three of my essay, which underwent a sea change about 15 minutes ago when I realized I didn't hate the theorist I was reading (Though I still hate his writing style.) - I was just not viewing his work in context - Oh....So it is all about the context.

The essay I am critiquing is about reclaiming queer space and it would read like the most identity politics laden piece of annoying late 90's triteness, save for my brief foray onto the internet (god love the internet) where I found this timeline of 90's queer history.

Yoga: Actually not just for hippies

So I did my first $5.00 drop in yoga class tonight.

I decided, or the purchase of the dress decided me, that today was going to be a "Personal development through activities that make you go broke but leave you feeling awesome days"

Things I learned;

1/ Yoga IS awesome.

2/ I cannot stick one leg straight in the air while keeping the other one flat on the floor. My three o'clock looks like two o'clock with a broken hour hand.

3/ Saying Om in a big group sounds wicked cool - not lame. Who knew.

Telling Stickers

Meredith, my excellent resource for all things ethical and related to meatspace just forwarded me this article from the bioethics forum.

The Federal Marriage Amendment and the New One Drop of Blood Rule