<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:40:33.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bit by bit</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog for whatever comes up and goes down</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-733775699680603682</id><published>2010-02-09T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:48:32.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walt Whitman was a yoga teacher?!?</title><summary type='text'>"To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breath-          ing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, to touch any one, to rest          my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck          for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it, as in          a sea."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/733775699680603682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=733775699680603682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/733775699680603682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/733775699680603682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2010/02/walt-whitman-was-yoga-teacher.html' title='Walt Whitman was a yoga teacher?!?'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-4288768771777377534</id><published>2009-06-01T05:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:32:58.102+05:30</updated><title type='text'>गुरु</title><summary type='text'>Guru Brahma Guru Vishnu Guru Devo Maheshwara Guru Sakshath Parambrahma Tasmai Shri Gurave Namaha Guru is creator Brahma; Guru is preserver Vishnu; Guru is also the destroyer Siva and he is the source of the Absolute. The Guru that is nearby, the Guru that is beyond all form.  I offer all my salutations to the Guru.  -From Adi Shankara.The word guru is derived from the Sanskrit root "gru" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/4288768771777377534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=4288768771777377534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4288768771777377534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4288768771777377534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2009/06/vande-gurunam.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;गुरु&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-3649443029011673946</id><published>2009-05-21T08:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:56:31.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NYC memorial for Guruji</title><summary type='text'>From the AYNY website:He lived the life of AmbushAnd went the way of DuskAnd now against his subtle nameThere stands an AsteriskAs confident of him as we—Impregnable we are—The whole of Immortality Intrenched within a star—--Emily DickinsonIt is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Sri K. Pattabhi Jois, who was a crown jewel among teachers. Unsurpassable in knowledge, kindness, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/3649443029011673946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=3649443029011673946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/3649443029011673946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/3649443029011673946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyc-memorial-for-guruji.html' title='NYC memorial for Guruji'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/ShTJzCdGF5I/AAAAAAAAACA/sJts3m784lM/s72-c/may18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-4674614454125142231</id><published>2009-05-19T02:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:10:36.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Not ending, only beginning..."</title><summary type='text'>Everything is feeling fragmented, as I try to piece together a mosaic of the bits and pieces of Guruji stories I've amassed since I first met him in 2001.  There is no cohesion, only snapshots right now, and that smile, kind and mischievous and boundless, and those feet, strong and hard-worked and ever-present right when you needed most.The first lesson I learned from him was that he knows better</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/4674614454125142231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=4674614454125142231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4674614454125142231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4674614454125142231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-ending-only-beginning.html' title='&quot;Not ending, only beginning...&quot;'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/ShHHuSVSIzI/AAAAAAAAABw/V6sRokvkflQ/s72-c/IMG_2665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-8772674247370252027</id><published>2009-01-30T05:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:57:10.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soon coming</title><summary type='text'>It's been forever since I've blogged about practice- for the longest time, my response to the question "how's your practice?" has been, "it is". and sometimes, it hasn't been- my ashtanga practice, that is.  After a break from teacher &amp; shala, then a break from Mysore in general (hello, Dharma Mittra and Jivamukti!), I came back home to AYNY and the rigors of an (almost) daily practice this fall.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/8772674247370252027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=8772674247370252027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8772674247370252027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8772674247370252027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2009/01/soon-coming.html' title='Soon coming'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/SYJJFj1EdXI/AAAAAAAAABc/lt8Z_tmqWHw/s72-c/IMG_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-8997212622037704511</id><published>2008-08-02T23:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:45:03.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Light it up, 8/7/08!</title><summary type='text'>Hi, Do you, like me, care about freedom and want to have a say about it? Please unite with more than 100,000,000 people in the Biggest Light Protest on Earth for a Free Tibet. Light a candle on August 7th at 9:00 p.m. (At your home, or in public)Join and enjoy special light actions on the same night.Drive with your car's headlights on during August 8 2008.Watch "Sad Smoky Mountains" teams paint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/8997212622037704511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=8997212622037704511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8997212622037704511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8997212622037704511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2008/08/light-it-up-8708.html' title='Light it up, 8/7/08!'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-3696966554507151221</id><published>2008-03-19T00:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:45:46.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doing the best I can</title><summary type='text'>The blog is not dead.  It’s just that every time I’ve been online has required taking care of things rather than reflecting on them.  I am still here.  Balancing practice and rest, the restaurant and sharing the teachings, sometimes soaring, at others crawling- into spring and new starts.  In my heart, I now know my time in Mysore would have been very much bitter sweet.  A challenge to be at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/3696966554507151221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=3696966554507151221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/3696966554507151221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/3696966554507151221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2008/03/doing-best-i-can.html' title='Doing the best I can'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-1769625643176431225</id><published>2008-01-03T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:49:39.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheap date</title><summary type='text'>Anyone else get a buzz from this stuff?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/1769625643176431225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=1769625643176431225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/1769625643176431225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/1769625643176431225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheap-date.html' title='Cheap date'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-4068962041132606928</id><published>2007-12-18T01:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:44:58.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This "something"</title><summary type='text'>Everyone around me sensed my resistance to the trip to India.  The letter of intent to Guruji's school, unsent.  Dates and flights, not committed to.  Notice at work, postponed.  I attributed it to fear and soldiered on, making plans to sublet my apartment for three months, nonetheless.  Then kitty took a turn for the worse.  She was an old lady and pretty mellow and I'd been preparing for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/4068962041132606928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=4068962041132606928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4068962041132606928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4068962041132606928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-something.html' title='This &quot;something&quot;'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-274221095645143311</id><published>2007-10-23T02:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:06:45.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Catching flies</title><summary type='text'>Grab a tissue, envelop the little sucker, firm but soft, let him buzz around in your relaxed fist as you ease him off the window pane and drop him out into the warm autumn sunshine.  Hunt down his brother bashing his face against the bright glass, repeat.  Say a little prayer for the siblings stuck between glass and screen, forgive yourself for doing only what you can do, move on with your day.As</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/274221095645143311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=274221095645143311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/274221095645143311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/274221095645143311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/10/catching-flies.html' title='Catching flies'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-5719412023357064850</id><published>2007-08-29T01:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:18:08.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Loving Chios</title><summary type='text'>Today was my last day on the island.  Last night, we had an amazing dinner in the old port on the waterfront.  We went to the rock'n'roll outdoor sit-down bar we always go to.  We were joined by my ex-stepsister and her brother and an old flame who abducted me and took me to Satva, the only bar open for dancing until late on weekdays.  Dance we did.  This booty shook like it hasn't in a while, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/5719412023357064850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=5719412023357064850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/5719412023357064850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/5719412023357064850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/08/loving-chios_29.html' title='Loving Chios'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-7171070410680364581</id><published>2007-08-21T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:19:49.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Chios</title><summary type='text'>Back in those same places and patterns I've loved and loathed so much, on the island my dad grew up on, a fifteen kilometer stretch of cobalt sea from Turkey's west coast.  I am on Chios, landed straight here after an endless direct flight on Olympic Airways from JFK.  This year, more than ever, determined to do it on my terms and not compromise and adjust what to me constitutes a good time- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/7171070410680364581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=7171070410680364581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/7171070410680364581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/7171070410680364581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/08/escaping-chios.html' title='Leaving Chios'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-8551129676895304794</id><published>2007-07-15T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:49:42.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jai Ma!</title><summary type='text'>We have Jai Uttal here at the ashram, this weekend.  One thing that's gonna stick with me and I need to keep remembering is, one need not be in a particular place or state to chant.  As I take small steps in singing bhajans on my own, I need to remember I don't need the harmonium or a satsanga or a smooth voice to pray and be filled with joy and love.  Like with asana practice, ya gotta do it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/8551129676895304794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=8551129676895304794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8551129676895304794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8551129676895304794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/07/jai-ma.html' title='Jai Ma!'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-5871849621509636060</id><published>2007-06-12T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:49:12.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Urban Zen?</title><summary type='text'>Once, every couple of years, I question where I'm at and where I'm going.  This is that time, again, where in my heart I know- it's just taking the other faculties a while to catch up and concede.  It's a matter of reconfiguring directions, not making any about-faces.  So, I sit tight, and wait for it to catch up.  Or maybe I will run away from it for a while, and go play a while longer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/5871849621509636060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=5871849621509636060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/5871849621509636060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/5871849621509636060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/06/urban-zen.html' title='Urban Zen?'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-771591769861508519</id><published>2007-04-30T01:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T03:00:16.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rough month</title><summary type='text'>Ready to see April on his way out.  The same weekend Guruji was hospitalized, got quite sick with this cold/bronchial/walking pneumonia-type-thing that still lingers.  Even through the euphoria of Easter week and the bonus vacation time in the city, the seventy-degree first days of summer, the beauty of spring’s first flowers, I’ve pretty much felt like crap.  Then, coupla days ago, took a major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/771591769861508519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=771591769861508519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/771591769861508519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/771591769861508519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/04/rough-month.html' title='Rough month'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-8381598906579540776</id><published>2007-04-10T00:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:33:41.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning</title><summary type='text'>After all the planning and anticipating and re-planning re-anticipating, first for Florida with Guruji, then Boulder with Richard, ended up exactly where I needed to be.  As we always do, anyway.  When I found out, about a week after Guruji had gotten sick-then-better, that he was back in hospital and that Eddie had taken off for Mysore, I didn’t know for about a day if I was to take a flight to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/8381598906579540776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=8381598906579540776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8381598906579540776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8381598906579540776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-8154519603356858707</id><published>2007-03-20T03:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:16:24.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Devi days</title><summary type='text'>Today is the first (of nine) days of the devi, or goddess.  Happy Navaratri.  Things are shifting all around as my feet slip and slide and crunch through the ankle-high snow last week's storm brought.  The lake polished silver with a gold sun-strip as I did my sun salutations this morning.  The birds are flirting though, even as the deer, scraggly and fluffy in their winter guise, eye us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/8154519603356858707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=8154519603356858707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8154519603356858707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/8154519603356858707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/03/devi-days.html' title='Devi days'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-1746336119659701909</id><published>2007-03-13T02:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T03:04:46.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thawing out</title><summary type='text'>Spring is officially on her way back, with a loving but firm kick in the butt to winter.  The geese, so vocal and visible at the ashram during the sweeter months, came back this weekend.  As did Joan Suval, the warm and wonderful mother figure at the ashram who does readings and talks every Saturday.  She, too, heralds better weather soon-coming.  Ashram crush asked me to join him for prasad, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/1746336119659701909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=1746336119659701909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/1746336119659701909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/1746336119659701909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/03/thawing-out.html' title='Thawing out'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-120332289962376514</id><published>2007-02-26T04:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:14:39.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Last night we stayed up late, singing to Radha and Krishna and Shiva.  Some stayed up 'till early.  I yogarella'd out at around one.Right after practice this morning, I crossed the ice-crunching lawn and joined my friends in Sanskrit class.  After lunch, I stole the bright orange round plastic sled-thing and let it take me hurtling down the hill, startling about twenty deer off the island with my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/120332289962376514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=120332289962376514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/120332289962376514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/120332289962376514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-sunday.html' title='Winter Sunday'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/ReIRJwxGtMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Iv4b4zjGC80/s72-c/icekrishna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-117101199825901467</id><published>2007-02-13T03:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:14:39.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why I am single?</title><summary type='text'>Gato is my neighbor's cat.  Really, she is.  Even though she pretty much lives with me.  Even though I leave the door open for her when I go away so she can hang out.  Even though she greets me at the stairs when I come back, and anchors me to the City and West 89th Street when I think of living elsewhere.  She is my neighbor's cat, and I love her.  Who am I to deny my inherent Cat-Ladiness?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/117101199825901467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=117101199825901467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/117101199825901467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/117101199825901467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-i-am-single.html' title='Why I am single?'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/RdDjEc41CpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XutoMtYZbp8/s72-c/Gato+loco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-2332067461168755466</id><published>2007-02-06T04:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:38:41.941+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenudos a Miami</title><summary type='text'>The perfect remedy to the coldest day in two years: booking my flights for the Florida trip- 3/28 to hang out in Palm Beach and/or Miami with friends, then the shuttling to the workshop with guruji &amp; Co. 4/1 thru 4/6, when I rush back to help out for the big weekend at the 'shram.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/2332067461168755466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=2332067461168755466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/2332067461168755466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/2332067461168755466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/02/bienvenudos-miami_06.html' title='Bienvenudos a Miami'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-816574240234087581</id><published>2007-01-30T02:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:14:39.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winter time</title><summary type='text'>He finally emerged from his cave, all pale skin and piercing eyes.  Danced across the pond, dodging the boys on their skates, sprinkling powdered-sugar snowflakes in his wake.  I can’t expect body to yield and bend as it does in the warm sweet days of summer.  So it is, for a while.  It will be plenty hot in Florida in March, though.  My guruji is visiting the US, opening a school to teach at in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/816574240234087581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=816574240234087581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/816574240234087581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/816574240234087581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter-time.html' title='Winter time'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/RdDuCs41CqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NlGoYYarJKc/s72-c/winter+lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-4360737707273998652</id><published>2007-01-09T03:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:14:39.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/4360737707273998652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=4360737707273998652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4360737707273998652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/4360737707273998652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mx7kMs5qKlw/RaLE-yNOWcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gkxdTYSKTzQ/s72-c/ganesha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-5176654177239482491</id><published>2006-12-05T02:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-05T03:02:36.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At Prayag</title><summary type='text'>Still feeding off those vibrant thanksgiving days and nights, every day and night this past week have been filled with a quiet constant joy and gratitude. With the exception of prasad last night at the Krishna Consciousness Temple (yes, that's the Hare Krishnas- worthy of a whole other post at another time!) wherein ghee was unavoidable, have successfully avoided any animal products all this week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/5176654177239482491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=5176654177239482491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/5176654177239482491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/5176654177239482491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-prayag.html' title='At Prayag'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-1676614293395307100</id><published>2006-11-28T02:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:20:08.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks</title><summary type='text'>Up there with learning to program my VCR so I could tape Wimbledon in ’98, or figuring out how to post photos online two years ago, or finally purchasing, schlepping home up four flights of stairs and actually installing an air-conditioner all by myself last year: asked and was talked through how to include links on my blog.  So bear with me while I get it out of my system.    &lt;!--[if !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/1676614293395307100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=1676614293395307100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/1676614293395307100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/1676614293395307100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-116224170194428364</id><published>2006-10-31T02:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:25:02.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Half way</title><summary type='text'>Eight months in.  At about halfway where I need to be, moneywise, for next India trip.  Three months in Mysore.  A couple of weeks or months traveling, exploring, learning.  How soon departure date is will depend on sufficient funds raised, World Tours planned, traveling companions coordinated.  Soon, soon.  Soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/116224170194428364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=116224170194428364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/116224170194428364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/116224170194428364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/10/half-way.html' title='Half way'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115921957444568492</id><published>2006-09-26T02:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:56:14.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Autumnal light</title><summary type='text'>Shines off the Hudson River and into the bus in early-morning sparks; makes me blink as I dive into Oryx and Crake, on my way upstate.  Bursts through bleached-cotton clouds as they play their skychasing games.  I love all the seasons here, but there’s something somehow extra special about these bright soft cool days, traces of summer and hints of fall.  Mountain-top trees still green, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115921957444568492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115921957444568492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115921957444568492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115921957444568492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/09/autumnal-light.html' title='Autumnal light'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115740248272787562</id><published>2006-09-05T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T02:11:23.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic chant</title><summary type='text'>Labor Day Saturday at the ashram.  Hanging out after the end of the show, Garage Sale of the Mindstuff by Dr. Jayanti Patel who is in his 70s, from Bombay, and exceedingly funny.  Just-made kir (not the kind you have with your aunt at brunch that can be a roayle, but the kind that’s sweet and made with rice and milk and cardamom and saffron and almonds and sometimes rosewater) has been doled out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115740248272787562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115740248272787562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115740248272787562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115740248272787562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/09/ecstatic-chant.html' title='Ecstatic chant'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115618738917842985</id><published>2006-08-22T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:09:49.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday week</title><summary type='text'>Mine holds a noose and a goad and a bowl of our favorite ladoos.  His right hand is in abhaya mudra, protection and no fear.  His abundant belly holds the universes of universes, and he is smiling behind his trunk.  I wear him around my neck and in my heart and this week, we celebrate the joyous event of his birth.  He is Ganesha, lord of obstacles and groups, of knowledge and new undertakings, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115618738917842985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115618738917842985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115618738917842985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115618738917842985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday week'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115497855113825027</id><published>2006-08-08T00:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:28:48.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>August moon</title><summary type='text'>Caught a glimpse as it rose over the City, pale and bright and immense like it only is this time of year.In the end, I was a yogini.  No rehearsal needed, framing Rama and his posse in his younger years on a magical midsummer night's eve.  Check out my flikr page.So now you know. Whenever I post an image on blog, flickr will have gotten the update, also.Next week, this year's vacay: The Buddha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115497855113825027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115497855113825027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115497855113825027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115497855113825027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-moon.html' title='August moon'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115377533170904042</id><published>2006-07-25T01:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:43:29.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ramayana week</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know.  After quitting the requisite dayjob and running off to India and embracing some of the lifestyle I adjusted to and learned to live there, I said never again will I sit under skies of fluorescent in front of computer next to phone.  No more office jobs.  Soft yellow room with three sky-filled windows.  Outside, trees and shrubs and rolling grassy hill sloping down to the lake and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115377533170904042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115377533170904042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115377533170904042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115377533170904042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/07/ramayana-week_25.html' title='Ramayana week'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115265743635746338</id><published>2006-07-12T03:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:29:39.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guru purnima</title><summary type='text'>Today is Guru Poornima.  Last year I stayed at the ashram, chanted the guru stotram and reminisced about the year prior when I was in Mysore with our guruji.  This year, I chose to leave upstate early and join my friends and fellow practitioners at the shala.   Sweet, because we were all together and honoring our teacher.  Sad, because we were not together with him.  Maybe I can make it so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115265743635746338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115265743635746338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115265743635746338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115265743635746338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/07/guru-purnima.html' title='Guru purnima'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-115014602059905264</id><published>2006-06-13T01:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:13:56.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon season</title><summary type='text'>Went for a walk, the other day.  The kind of aimless, leisurely strolls one reads about but rarely actually devotes time to.  Followed a new trail around the lake.  All rain-softened, seductive, damp to the touch.  Tangerine mushrooms blooming obscenely out of rotted bark and mossy ground.  Essence of rain-laden clouds sighed on still green waters.  Made my way to a fallen tree, half immersed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/115014602059905264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=115014602059905264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115014602059905264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/115014602059905264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/06/monsoon-season.html' title='Monsoon season'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-114745989861295723</id><published>2006-05-13T00:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:32:03.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flower picking</title><summary type='text'>So grateful to live in a city where one can go to five different yoga studios, all thriving, within as many minutes of each other down at yoga central-Union Square.  From my favorite many-veggie-options $4 Chinatown buffet to the $7 all-you-can-eat little India veg-fests.  Dodge tourists and blinding lights in Times Square or sunbathe in solitude in Riverside Park.   I used to think that having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/114745989861295723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=114745989861295723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114745989861295723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114745989861295723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/05/flower-picking.html' title='Flower picking'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-114471510093337465</id><published>2006-04-11T05:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:58:23.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Permanent here.</title><summary type='text'>"Special" puja anounced at the studio for a Monday evening.  The usual few- plus a couple more.Guruji, with his daughter and grandson, grace us with their presence.  They pray with us, receive blessings with us, sit with us.Seated near him, I receive the verbal summons: "You.  Permanent here?"  I scurry over, request clarification, verify that indeed, family all there [Greece]. As I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/114471510093337465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=114471510093337465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114471510093337465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114471510093337465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/04/permanent-here.html' title='Permanent here.'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-114408536777377449</id><published>2006-04-03T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:00:58.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The darshan</title><summary type='text'>Our Guruji was here last week, teaching with his daughter and grandson, at a new window-framed light- and love-filled space.  What I am learning, cultivating, hoping for, is to posess the kind of love and generosity he has for all; from the first-time drop-in to the decades-long practitioner, he is just so there for you and present in that moment, his warmth and love exploding over cultural or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/114408536777377449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=114408536777377449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114408536777377449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114408536777377449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/04/darshan.html' title='The darshan'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-114117298261705743</id><published>2006-03-01T05:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:51:22.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For this</title><summary type='text'>Having fun while I work for nothing.  There is nothing like this business and I conceded that it does excite me and fulfill me and tantalize me.  To be a part of a team of enthusiastic beautiful warm crazies (in addition to those at my shala!), to take care of people, feed them, make them smile, educate them, spin their expectations upside down and inside out, hang out, share, kid, connect.  To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/114117298261705743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=114117298261705743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114117298261705743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/114117298261705743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-this.html' title='For this'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113994248176516706</id><published>2006-02-14T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:34:33.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just saved</title><summary type='text'>From the clutches of earlymorning fluorescent lamp-lit office dronedom.  After a couple of weeks of going through the auditioning process of open calls for new and established restaurants, decided that it was evident enough that perhaps the universe is telling me no more hospitality industry jobs, for now.  So.  Having conjured up the requisite surpluses of enthusiasm and love (‘cause if ya can’t</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113994248176516706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113994248176516706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113994248176516706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113994248176516706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-saved.html' title='Just saved'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113770867514694063</id><published>2006-01-20T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:23:21.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Muddy windshield</title><summary type='text'>New Year’s rocked.  Made the right decision for that time.  Chakrasambhara center, leaving the comfort zone way behind as I parted ways with my friends at nine pm and walked through the wild wind to the yet unknown.  Was greeted with warm smiles and folks volunteering their names and ears, and not in a cultish creepy way, either.  The evening’s speaker surprised me by being fearless with the L </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113770867514694063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113770867514694063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113770867514694063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113770867514694063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2006/01/muddy-windshield.html' title='Muddy windshield'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113598648626025232</id><published>2005-12-30T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-20T03:18:54.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Libra moments</title><summary type='text'>Options for New Year's Eve, 2005: Stay out on Long Island where I'm spending the day with a fellow yoga-geek and avoid all movement in the City on Crazies-Come-Out Day.  Face the drunks on the subway and a) head out to Brooklyn where some friends are going to a local bar; as it was put to me, nice and easy and early, b) be brave and go to a Buddhist compassion meditation downtown, alone.  Or hang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113598648626025232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113598648626025232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113598648626025232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113598648626025232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/12/libra-moments.html' title='Libra moments'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113545518930806229</id><published>2005-12-25T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-25T01:44:12.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strike-free</title><summary type='text'>Phee-you.  Phew.Perhaps worse than being stuck in an outer borough during a mass transit strike is being marooned on the Upper West Side.  89th and Riverside, which I cherish for how quiet and quaint and park-accessible it can be.  But I practice and play and work downtown.  Never believed the strike would happen.  When it did, and was not resolved Day 1, found myself completely wheel-less and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113545518930806229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113545518930806229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113545518930806229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113545518930806229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/12/strike-free.html' title='Strike-free'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113476767754448808</id><published>2005-12-17T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-17T03:06:18.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New cycle</title><summary type='text'>After two luscious months chillin' in the City and letting body and spirit flower and finesse, free from restraints or regimens, got off my butt and looked for work.  Full cycle, since I decided that waitressing was not the way to go: I like to do it.  I can do it and NOT work the six days a week I toughed out last year.  And not have to rush anywhere, post-practice.  And make people happy in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113476767754448808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113476767754448808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113476767754448808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113476767754448808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-cycle.html' title='New cycle'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113277303127956505</id><published>2005-11-24T00:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:41:28.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giving</title><summary type='text'>Times Square subway station, en route to practice.  Notice a man on the periphery, grinning at me.  A glance in that direction reveals that he is flipping me the bird, hand against his chest, shining eyes slitted by a wide mouth.  Both times I sneezed in crowded subway cars, someone was there to bless me.  Man, I love this cuckoo-town.  Hope everyone has a special holiday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113277303127956505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113277303127956505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113277303127956505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113277303127956505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks Giving'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113259956427651480</id><published>2005-11-22T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:31:49.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Bum</title><summary type='text'>Funnny how you climb over the fence, and the grass ends up a slightly different shade, when you stick your head in it.  Patterns I'd so envied and craved for, stuck at the deskjob, now within reach, a daily occurence.  The freedom of flexible time, time to take it slow, take it in.  Almost like Mysore.  Take my time in the mornings, get some stuff done and head downtown at the positively </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113259956427651480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113259956427651480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113259956427651480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113259956427651480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/11/yoga-bum.html' title='Yoga Bum'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-113131788967230997</id><published>2005-11-07T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-07T04:31:16.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home grounds</title><summary type='text'>Effortlessly and blissfully immersed in quiet, practice, community- things I'd missed in the land of sun.  Have not yet procured a phone- cell or land, which has put off getting in touch with so many that I hold so dear, here.  Although I did call my worrying dad today, since they'd not heard from me yet.  Grounding, seeking, stabilizing, preparing.  Next stop? Next step.  Steps.  Question marks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/113131788967230997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=113131788967230997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113131788967230997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/113131788967230997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-grounds.html' title='Home grounds'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112962673204400657</id><published>2005-10-18T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:42:12.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thirty one</title><summary type='text'>Ready, now.  Fall becomes Athens.  Also makes mind and spirit yearn for pre-practice SoHo, pink skies and wan sun, empty street with yesterday's litter strewn everywhere flying up in the cooler air, singing too loud and wearing too many layers.  Knowing warm space and spirits await in the yellow rooms on Broome Street.  Very special birthday.  First Friday birthday in years.  Self-practice in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112962673204400657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112962673204400657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112962673204400657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112962673204400657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/10/thirty-one.html' title='Thirty one'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112911198141775137</id><published>2005-10-12T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:57:19.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Skyros photos</title><summary type='text'>Finally posted a few pics from the magic that was Skyros.  On my flickr page.  My piece of land and "villa kotetsi" are just to the right of the beach inland, past the pier ("molos") in the photo above, in the Kambos area ("Valley"- valley).  You can see the main town, Chorio, perched on the cliff, and, well, whatever else leaps out. The intensity and beauty of the Crete experience tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112911198141775137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112911198141775137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112911198141775137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112911198141775137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/10/skyros-photos.html' title='Skyros photos'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112858572613098812</id><published>2005-10-06T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:57:52.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moonday practice</title><summary type='text'>Whoops.  Ashtanga is traditionally undertaken six days a week, Sunday thru Friday, with the exception of moondays- new, and full.  Having enjoyed nightskies bright with stars, with Venus rising over pink clouds and golden waters, silver shaft on dark nightsea, a coupla days ago wondered when the moonday was.  No-one seemed to know.  Evidently it was Monday-or-Tuesday.  Ahh, so.    Don't want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112858572613098812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112858572613098812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112858572613098812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112858572613098812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/10/moonday-practice.html' title='Moonday practice'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112815850055043250</id><published>2005-10-01T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:51:40.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ulyssean moments</title><summary type='text'>Always used to watch the gargantuan Crete-bound ships, departing one gate down from the dwarfed Chios vessels, with a touch of wistfulness, curiosity.  They were bound for the southernmost part of Greece, the mythical isolated proud autonomous Megalonissos (Large island).  They seemed more special, somehow, towering bulk of self-importance impossible to ignore, like their destination itself- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112815850055043250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112815850055043250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112815850055043250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112815850055043250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/10/ulyssean-moments.html' title='Ulyssean moments'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112806104687400555</id><published>2005-09-30T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:15:33.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Rethymno</title><summary type='text'>Octogenarian in traditional Cretan [note: not "Cretin"] garb makes his way down main street.  Reach for camera, take photo, prepare for second as he advances.  "One euro", he commands in English.  Camera falters, next time, I intone, in Greek, walk on.  "Ah sto diaolo".  He walks on.  I laugh down the street.  Go to hell.  Said with a grin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112806104687400555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112806104687400555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112806104687400555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112806104687400555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-rethymno.html' title='In Rethymno'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112759305212942474</id><published>2005-09-25T13:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:50:25.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>People place</title><summary type='text'>There is magic to be had there yet, amongst breeze of sun-roasted fig and sun-dried wild thyme and night-filtered jasmine and resin-redolent pine and seasalt and wet sand, and open arms and wide hearts and shared memories, days playing and swimming and bare feet and Solarcained skin and tent-enclosed siestas and endless evenings visiting each others' homes and yards and tavernas and wandering the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112759305212942474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112759305212942474&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112759305212942474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112759305212942474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/09/people-place.html' title='People place'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112618443738393238</id><published>2005-09-08T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:33:34.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fighting technophobia</title><summary type='text'>Can barely believe it, but there ya go. In reverse chronological order, Chios pics. http://www.flickr.com/photos/tinazym/More, soon coming.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112618443738393238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112618443738393238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112618443738393238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112618443738393238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/09/fighting-technophobia.html' title='Fighting technophobia'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112618075824018923</id><published>2005-09-08T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:27:25.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Family matters</title><summary type='text'>Week two in Athens. For the first time in the eleven years since I’ve been living Away (two years of college in London before NYC), planning on seeing friends beyond the bare minimum.  Reassuring people stressing to see me: I'm around for a while yet.  But not indefinitely- also reassuring my stepmom, who's sharing a megadose of pre-menopausal angst, that I am only stepping-stoning in Athens and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112618075824018923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112618075824018923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112618075824018923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112618075824018923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-matters.html' title='Family matters'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112516003038984873</id><published>2005-08-27T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:56:10.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Door watching</title><summary type='text'>We are all teenagers again, when we're on the island.  The perennial crush, still there.  At the same place he always is, watching emerald waters waters framed by Turkey's haze, hiding eyes behind dark shades, drinking icy beer and smiling quietly with me.  The same hidden part of my heart that sometimes dares to flutter and think, Some Day.  Crush that never was, really, and still eludes, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112516003038984873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112516003038984873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112516003038984873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112516003038984873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/08/door-watching.html' title='Door watching'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112340867754396176</id><published>2005-08-07T06:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:33:57.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>School's out</title><summary type='text'>For summer.  Last night was my last night waitressing, for a little while.  As I told owner and coworkers, I will be so happy to pick up a couple of shifts, when I get back.  A couple- not five or six.  That I don’t necessarily want to do again, like I did in the heart of winter.  Bad for the yoga.  Whereas, say, three el-primo weekend shifts should do me quite well, dare I hope in conjunction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112340867754396176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112340867754396176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112340867754396176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112340867754396176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/08/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s out'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112242580472353574</id><published>2005-07-27T06:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:05:22.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deep Ends</title><summary type='text'>At Ananda.  The ashram, and often the state.  When the family of deer join me for pre-practice dawn-lit lakeside sitting.  The flirting flitting butterflies swoop up and down as I sit watching the mirrorgreen lake change light.  When people listen, really listen, with hearts open and minds empty.  When I receive a hug'n'kiss or give a backrub- for no reason other than to receive and give.  And I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112242580472353574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112242580472353574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112242580472353574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112242580472353574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/07/deep-ends.html' title='Deep Ends'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112197054502997984</id><published>2005-07-21T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:28:38.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guru Purnima</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day of the guruteacherinnerlight.  After meditation at the ashram, we chanted the Guru Stotram in its entirety, bathed in the upstate NY sunlight as the cow dung fire glowed off Ganesha's image.  Last year, I chanted with a handful of Sanskrit students that same chant (though only eight verses), in honor of Guruji on his birthday.  I wish I was there, this year.  Even though I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112197054502997984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112197054502997984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112197054502997984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112197054502997984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/07/guru-purnima.html' title='Guru Purnima'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112129633763807961</id><published>2005-07-14T04:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T04:42:17.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dog bath</title><summary type='text'>Well I'll be.  Blogging fom the Apple store on Prince Street rocks.  It's free.  There is music.  It's free.Nearing the last days of the last week of the yoga [boot]camp, at the oversaturation hump looking up.  Too much talking.  Too much information.  It's been magnificent, the workshop wetdream where it's all yogastuff, all the time, from 8 in the morning until 5 or 6 or 7 in the evening.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112129633763807961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112129633763807961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112129633763807961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112129633763807961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/07/dog-bath.html' title='Dog bath'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-112051267334926070</id><published>2005-07-05T02:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-05T03:03:04.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>August 10th</title><summary type='text'>Well, I did it.  Another leap of faith for another year.  Went and booked me a one-way flight to Greece.  Yah-hunh, I did.  My lil' studio is being subletted to a dear friend through mid-October, starting mid-July.  Return flights'll be a heck of a lot cheaper off-season, and I will have had a couple of months rent from my apartment in Athens accumulated to cushion the fall.  Which does not loom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/112051267334926070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=112051267334926070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112051267334926070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/112051267334926070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/07/august-10th.html' title='August 10th'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-111835496179506563</id><published>2005-06-10T03:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:39:21.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Summer spell</title><summary type='text'>It's hot.  We got none of those warm early-summer days I dreamt of while in Mysore this time last year- cool'n'rainy days made way, overnight, to hot'n'steamy.  New York in her finest stinky, vulgar, sexy, slower-moving summer guise.  Days when you have to be a little careful in practice, injury lurks looking for ins among suddenly-longer muscles and bendier back.    Trying to figure out what the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/111835496179506563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=111835496179506563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/111835496179506563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/111835496179506563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-spell.html' title='Summer spell'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-111662604667068317</id><published>2005-05-21T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-21T04:03:49.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This time</title><summary type='text'>Even *I* am tired of seeing the last post from December.  December?!?  Even though the trip to Mysore has helped shaped me, is still shaping me, it does not define me.  Nor do I plan/hope for it to be that one-off.  Afer struggling with the six days a week thing, both working that many days at the restaurant and adhering to the traditional practicedays mind softened as body got strong and hard, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/111662604667068317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=111662604667068317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/111662604667068317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/111662604667068317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-time.html' title='This time'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-110244805579790833</id><published>2004-12-08T01:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:04:15.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Email from Mysore</title><summary type='text'>&gt;From: "anju1982"  &gt;Reply-To: "anju1982" &gt;To:  &gt;Subject: heyyyyy tina &gt;Date: Tue, 07 Dec 2004 15:27:06 +0530 &gt; &gt;hi tina &gt; how r u? got it this is radha from mysore. sorry i could not mail you . belated &gt; happy birthday .you know something i got a new friend from spain. she was sweet &gt;like you. &gt;you know tina i really miss you . HAPPY CHIRSTMAS .And happy new year. you know &gt;something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/110244805579790833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=110244805579790833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/110244805579790833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/110244805579790833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/12/email-from-mysore.html' title='Email from Mysore'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109803320071090675</id><published>2004-10-17T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:50:11.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doing it</title><summary type='text'>Slowly, tentatively, shyly.  A newfound sense of relief, a quiet feeling of freedom, making their existence known on the periphery.  Commute is now to practice, bathing in my music, in my world, as steely faced office workers go about their fluorescent-lit lives.  No longer a part of that, not anymore.  Work consists of making people happy, helping them have a pleasant experience, serving them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109803320071090675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109803320071090675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109803320071090675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109803320071090675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/10/doing-it.html' title='Doing it'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109612947542229505</id><published>2004-09-25T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:55:11.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing Mysore</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's begun.  The processing and wondering and reminiscing that I had no time for in Greece are taking hold.  After a very necessary time for rest and adjusting and getting back into my practice and figuring out retail versus restaurant (restaurant won for now- the money should be better and we'll see what that does to practice), am now looking for work and enjoying fall in the city.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109612947542229505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109612947542229505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109612947542229505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109612947542229505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/09/missing-mysore.html' title='Missing Mysore'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109474574721800062</id><published>2004-09-09T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:57:03.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This Place</title><summary type='text'>So good to be back.  Never suspected as I sobbed goodbyes and whispered solongs how damn happy I’d be to return to my narrow little ancientplace in this crazy city.  New York gets under your skin and in your blood and is still relentless on the hold she has over me.  I love her, too.  Adore her, damn her.  Allowing for the first week for cleaning and reorganizing and rediscovering and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109474574721800062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109474574721800062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109474574721800062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109474574721800062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-place.html' title='This Place'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109394687115824237</id><published>2004-08-31T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:13:46.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lights out</title><summary type='text'>My apartment is in one of the loveliest neighborhoods in one of the nicest cities with some of the coolest people in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. From my balcony, solemn Lycabettus Hill and bright Acropolis beckon with memories of yesterday and promises for tomorrow as the sun sets over the Saronic gulf or rises from behind the woods of Kaisariani. The hum of the fountains on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109394687115824237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109394687115824237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109394687115824237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109394687115824237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/08/lights-out.html' title='Lights out'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109360182727695915</id><published>2004-08-27T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-27T16:01:27.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye gal</title><summary type='text'>I never cry like I do when it's time to leave the island. We moved to Athens from Manhattan when I was three; with a two-year break for college in London, Greece was my home up until 1996.  Moved back to New York armed with two cartons of cigarettes and $50, and from day one the City felt like coming home on so many levels.  And I have been gloriously, resolutely content there for the last eight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109360182727695915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109360182727695915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109360182727695915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109360182727695915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/08/goodbye-gal.html' title='Goodbye gal'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109293088147992138</id><published>2004-08-19T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:26:30.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hair down</title><summary type='text'>Managing practice as late as one or two pm while cooking smells emanate from the kitchen, eight-year old blasts cartoons, four-month old sleeps on couch near me.  Dancing on ledge at outdoor club with friends to bone-crunching thumping music amidst flashing white lights until well past five in the morning.  Flying down late afternoon sun-softened hills on massive black motorcycle behind giant man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109293088147992138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109293088147992138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109293088147992138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109293088147992138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/08/hair-down.html' title='Hair down'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109250134938073454</id><published>2004-08-14T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:12:21.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hios haiku</title><summary type='text'>How do my friends knowTo always get in touch whenHeart's full of emptyAn old flame is being extinguished, while this week marks 17 years since my mom passed on. Bound to evoke a few sad moments gazing out over vast seas and deep blues. But my eyes smile through the shine of tears.In other news, the day after the opening ceremony finds us Greeks proudly stunned that we pulled it off- so far,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109250134938073454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109250134938073454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109250134938073454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109250134938073454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/08/hios-haiku.html' title='Hios haiku'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109196356523041847</id><published>2004-08-08T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-14T21:57:30.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><summary type='text'>Dreamt we shared an embrace that lasted and lasted and we fit so well together and all our heart and hurts, hardened candles many years in the making and breaking, melted and melded into one shape, one form. Last night you kissed me twice. Once on each cheek as I turned my head and we said goodnight in dawn's sweet light. To curl up and rest in the brilliance of your shadow, if only for a bit. Na</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109196356523041847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109196356523041847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109196356523041847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109196356523041847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109152621838955486</id><published>2004-08-03T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:16:28.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some snapshots</title><summary type='text'>From the Only In Greece files: Midday, beachside hotel pool.  Middle-aged Skandinavian dude in the shallow end with oxygen tank strapped to his back.  Instruction and encouragement shouted from very heavyset Greek guy in Speedos under a black tshirt.  In between hungry puffs off his cigarette.People here seem to be really into the slogan-tshirt.  Young guy at bar; front: "Men like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109152621838955486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109152621838955486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109152621838955486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109152621838955486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/08/some-snapshots.html' title='Some snapshots'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109129110414286033</id><published>2004-07-31T21:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-02T02:34:59.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>These days</title><summary type='text'>Day before yesterday, sat at a cafe with the sea on three sides with my dad and his sister and watched the moon get bright on the water.  I drank Perrier and stole a good few spoonfulls of aunt Maro's ice-cream, while Zym enjoyed a gin and tonic.  On the way back, we stopped for souvlakis- mine was without the souvlaki- tomato and tzatziki and onion and french fries in a grilled pita.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109129110414286033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109129110414286033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109129110414286033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109129110414286033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/07/these-days_31.html' title='These days'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109112858516228320</id><published>2004-07-30T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:25:00.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mysore-Chios</title><summary type='text'>Sad, I am; soft, I am pensive, quiet I am.  Never imagined the adjustment period and process would be as protracted or as dramatic as they have been.  Guess I must be clinging a little, changing, some.  Here is a magnificent island, one of the largest in Greece, in the northeastern Aegean; you can see the trees on Turkey's west coast on a clear day, and pretend to try to swim to it on an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109112858516228320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109112858516228320&amp;isPopup=true' title='460 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109112858516228320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109112858516228320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/07/mysore-chios.html' title='Mysore-Chios'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>460</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-109015982468155891</id><published>2004-07-18T19:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-18T19:40:24.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moonless night</title><summary type='text'>Last night the new moon was hidden, unmanifest and quiet in the stillness of dark skies.  Last night the Ram temple on KRS Road saw a huge to-do for this special no-moon night, with hundreds praying and receiving blessings.  Last night, for the first Saturday night since I’ve been here, Angry Drunk Man stayed sober (or in any case, quiet), with only a dog bark or gentle murmur stirring the soft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/109015982468155891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=109015982468155891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109015982468155891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/109015982468155891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/07/moonless-night.html' title='Moonless night'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108926904918215570</id><published>2004-07-08T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-08T12:14:09.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guruji's birthday</title><summary type='text'>So good, this being here business.  Enjoying what I've discovered must be the ultimate in luxuries: to follow one’s whims and listen to what needs to be done for you- eat when you are hungry, rest when tired, explore when adventurous, retreat when contemplative, socialize when outgoing and stay quiet when not.  In real life (or, in any case, most people’s realities), so much time is spent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108926904918215570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108926904918215570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108926904918215570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108926904918215570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/07/gurujis-birthday.html' title='Guruji&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108824793868606676</id><published>2004-06-26T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:44:18.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Function week</title><summary type='text'>My neighbors refer to any social event, be it a concert or a lunch or a puja, as a “function”.  This week, many functions are there as we gear up for Guruji’s big birthday bash next Friday and celebrate a whole bunch of birthdays this weekend and send off  several people leaving over the next few days and a whole bunch immediately following the big celebration.  Very reminiscent of the end of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108824793868606676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108824793868606676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108824793868606676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108824793868606676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/function-week.html' title='Function week'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108807148077403064</id><published>2004-06-24T15:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:37:31.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All passing</title><summary type='text'>Where do all the butterflies go when it is rainy?  Do they hide and protect their shiny wings behind rocks and under leaves in anticipation of the rain to come?  I thought the zillions of powdery light airborne kamikazis had reached the end of their fragile lives.  Then we had a day that let the sun shine for a couple of hours and they appeared out of nowhere, knocking into my head and flitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108807148077403064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108807148077403064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108807148077403064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108807148077403064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/all-passing.html' title='All passing'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108712969422383386</id><published>2004-06-13T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T17:58:14.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy Sunday</title><summary type='text'>I love Sundays here.  Just like in NY, there’s a luxuriously leisurely pace to everything I do (ie just short from comatose, being that stuff gets done pretty slowly here as it is), with everyone starting together for 5am Primary Series practice (led by Sharath), then a chance to watch the big boys and girls play as they go about Intermediate Series (led by Guruji).  Home for a freshen- and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108712969422383386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108712969422383386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108712969422383386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108712969422383386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/cloudy-sunday.html' title='Cloudy Sunday'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108704372776180454</id><published>2004-06-12T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T11:15:36.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not me</title><summary type='text'>Many whose accounts of India and their Mysore experience I have read of or heard about consist largely of complaints- how sick I am feeling and how I am sick of the leering, and feeling weak and lonely, and being homesick and ache-y.  When this trip is the flower of years of wishing and dreaming and something many spend a lifetime hoping for- as I thought I would.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108704372776180454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108704372776180454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108704372776180454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108704372776180454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/not-me.html' title='Not me'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108658643381764770</id><published>2004-06-07T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:41:09.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One more!</title><summary type='text'>Today was the first day Guruji and Sharath got to call out "one more!!" as they sent someone who finished practice off to do finishing, and a spot in the practice room was made available for the next person waiting in the hall.  Maybe a dozen new arrivals over the weekend, as the momentum of people arriving in higher numbers, here for Guruji's birthday and beyond, starts to build a little.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108658643381764770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108658643381764770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108658643381764770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108658643381764770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-more.html' title='One more!'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108642550149403915</id><published>2004-06-05T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:26:12.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Night horses</title><summary type='text'>Haven't watched the sun rise as the moon sets in too many years.  Had the chance to this morning, as doorsteps were swept and dirty bits cleaned and puppies played in the soft greyblue light that washed over everything and I let hot coffee warm my chilled insides.  Have felt cold quite a bit, these last few days; temperatures drop as night falls and I find myself seeking the comfort of a soft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108642550149403915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108642550149403915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108642550149403915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108642550149403915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/night-horses.html' title='Night horses'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108625724647376782</id><published>2004-06-03T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:37:26.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Midweek moonday</title><summary type='text'>Sun rising a little after six amidst candyfloss clouds in skies of liquid honey.  Last night’s rains left the ground moist, leaves shiny, breeze cool in the morning light.  Have been allowing for more time by myself, to myself.  The me that had to speak to thirty people before lunch is starting to slowly accept and relish that it’s OK to be quiet, alone, for a while.  To drive around in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108625724647376782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108625724647376782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108625724647376782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108625724647376782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/midweek-moonday.html' title='Midweek moonday'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108608569482933519</id><published>2004-06-01T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T15:10:00.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dodging butterflies</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday saw an orgy of black and white and yellow and white Monarch butterflies appearing all over town by the hundreds, banging into my hair and smashing into Scooty and flying into my face as I drove around the neighboring suburbs and filling the blue-blue skies and Simpsons clouds with movement and life.Last week was an interesting week, one that I am happy to see off in the distance as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108608569482933519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108608569482933519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108608569482933519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108608569482933519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/06/dodging-butterflies.html' title='Dodging butterflies'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108565047715405506</id><published>2004-05-27T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T15:12:04.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Storm clouds</title><summary type='text'>Last couple of days have been much like the monsoon skies we’ve had, recently, with dazzling sunshine eclipsed by thunder-dark clouds replaced by piercing blue sky overwhelmed by a rain-bearing darkness.  All within a couple of hours.  Underneath the surface tumult, though, quiet calm and serenity and joy are there, even as the winds blow by and the rains rattle rooftops.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108565047715405506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108565047715405506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108565047715405506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108565047715405506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/05/storm-clouds.html' title='Storm clouds'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108540199900632363</id><published>2004-05-24T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:08:41.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny, that</title><summary type='text'>In NY, I relished every little bit of info or journaling or article or blog I could find on Mysore.  Now here, month three, momentarily found myself drawn to nycbloggers.com and checking who in my neighborhood has a blog.  The Strokes played Central Park, a coupla nights ago.  It's been pretty hot and humid.  Bryant Park Film Festival will be starting up soon.  And I bet those sunsets from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108540199900632363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108540199900632363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108540199900632363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108540199900632363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/05/funny-that.html' title='Funny, that'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108520563520744985</id><published>2004-05-22T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-05T17:45:18.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some snapshots</title><summary type='text'>Man stopped on scooter in dark surrounded by fields under star-filled sky, enjoying a cigarette as he looks up.  Woman combing daughter’s hair who combs her daughter’s hair.  Saddhu and cow, both under colors and scarlet kumkum powder and saffron marigold blossoms, walking down street.  Just about the best advice gathered in my last pre-trip days was from Eddie: stay in India for a while, don’t</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108520563520744985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108520563520744985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108520563520744985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108520563520744985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/05/some-snapshots.html' title='Some snapshots'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108488639342644130</id><published>2004-05-18T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:49:53.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two months</title><summary type='text'>There is a time to communicate and a time to assimilate.  I suspect some of the latter is going on.  Not much blogging or emailing, but lots of internalising and absorbing is there.  Have been in Mysore for just over two months.  Crazy-amazing, true.  My spirits soar, still, every time I Scoot into my neighborhood, up the hill from the shala.  My eyes shine, still, from the many acts of kindness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108488639342644130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108488639342644130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108488639342644130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108488639342644130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/05/two-months.html' title='Two months'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108418740241916830</id><published>2004-05-10T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:14:15.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day</title><summary type='text'>I live in a crazy neighborhood.  Every house, a story and every story, louder than the next.  At the top of my not-quite-a street are a couple of low thatch roofed brick shacks.  I am friendly with Parvata-Ma, a lady whose face has spilled down in a cascade of burnt-flesh scars.  I have not had the guts top ask her if she survived a “wife-burning” incident, but suspect that may well be the case.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108418740241916830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108418740241916830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108418740241916830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108418740241916830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/05/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108350381522843713</id><published>2004-05-02T18:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:23:32.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humbleasana Pt.I</title><summary type='text'>The upside of the fact that so many people are leaving these days is that we have so many goodbye meals and get-togethers.  Full social calendar, so to speak.  Friday night saw two big groups going to the Olive Garden (“Multiethnic Cuisine”, not the al-overboiled/bland Italian chain we have in the States) at the foot of Chamundi Hill just outside the city center.  Usual meeting place: the coconut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108350381522843713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108350381522843713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108350381522843713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108350381522843713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/05/humbleasana-pti.html' title='Humbleasana Pt.I'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108324865748492443</id><published>2004-04-29T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:31:26.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quiet times</title><summary type='text'>Everyone is leaving this week or next, it seems.  And no-one is arriving.  We have had two new students in the last week, where there were about half a dozen a day when I first got here, and a coupla dozen a few months back.  People I got friendly with when I first got here, who were here for "ages yet" are among them.  Has it been ages, these six-odd weeks I've been here for?  It's flown by.  If</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108324865748492443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108324865748492443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108324865748492443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108324865748492443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/quiet-times.html' title='Quiet times'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108296016038501078</id><published>2004-04-26T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:37:57.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><summary type='text'>This is going to have to be a short one since we have a test this afternoon.  A test!  In Mysore!  Having completed the alphabet, thought we’d be about ready to tackle some early slokhas (couplets) in the Bhagavad Gita we are chanting after Sanskrit, three days a week.  Not so.  We learned last week how when you take a consonant and add one of the vowels to it, you get a whole new letter.  More </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108296016038501078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108296016038501078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108296016038501078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108296016038501078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108210451765185336</id><published>2004-04-16T13:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:45:15.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Morning off</title><summary type='text'>This new neighborhood also comes alive early in the mornings.  Four-thirty hears the first buckets being filled and by five-something most homes are lit and waking up.  Pre-dawn’s gray light sees people already dressed and out.  Here, though, no-one dons new sneakers and takes walking stick (or sometimes wife) for morning walks while the servants prepare the breakfast and home for them.  Here, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108210451765185336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108210451765185336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108210451765185336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108210451765185336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/morning-off.html' title='Morning off'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108203738709203236</id><published>2004-04-15T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-15T19:33:11.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mango Season</title><summary type='text'>My fruit salad at home this morning (prep time: 40 minutes, with triple washing and peeling and dicing; eat time: about 4 minutes) was made up of four different kinds of mangoes, all sublime.  Also "oranges" that are like oversized tangerines, "sweet lemons" that are like midget sweet grapefruit, bananas and a fruit whose name escapes me that looks like a cross between a kiwi and a potato and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108203738709203236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108203738709203236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108203738709203236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108203738709203236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/mango-season.html' title='Mango Season'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108168752195453487</id><published>2004-04-11T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-02T10:45:46.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><summary type='text'>The heat is here.  Everything requires that much more effort, first to decide to do, then to decide when to do, then to actually do.  May have to alternate from my favorite 10 Rupee an hour Cyber Paradise where I am now, with the whirring fans and local boys watching movies on DVDs (and also checking out porn sites behind drawn curtains each terminal is equipped with) and red-lit altar over my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108168752195453487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108168752195453487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108114887809615132</id><published>2004-04-05T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:41:41.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Scooty</title><summary type='text'>My Scooty is about 50 cc's of monsterpower; he has a black seat that gets scalding hot when it sees sun and a forrest green trunk that gets lighter when the mud dries on it and his name proudly emblazoned on the side: “Scooty”!  He grunts and moans when I have a second person join us on ventures, complaining at the added weight and losing what minimal suspension he has so every pothole (of which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108114887809615132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108114887809615132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108114887809615132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108114887809615132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/mr-scooty.html' title='Mr. Scooty'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108097589703403222</id><published>2004-04-03T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:23:09.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friday nights</title><summary type='text'>Friday evening.  Expansive rooftop surrounded by coconut trees and neighboring terraces.  Garlands of marigolds and candlelit stairs .  Cushions and mattresses on floor, samosas and popadoms on low covered table.  There is beer, also.  And beautiful sunkissed happy faces enjoying the ragas a quartet is sending into the still night, the murmur of quiet talk and warm smiles rising into the soft air</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108097589703403222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108097589703403222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108097589703403222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108097589703403222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/04/friday-nights.html' title='Friday nights'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108062798342649658</id><published>2004-03-30T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-03-31T19:42:09.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coupla firsts</title><summary type='text'>Monkey sighting.Meandering down shady banyan tree-lined street, low sun filtering through branches, cool breeze sweeping hair back.  Coming back from initial exploratory (read: did-not-make-it-all-the-way-up) moped ride up Chamundi Hills overlooking the city.  Improbably pink-faced matted grey-furred monkeys (rhesus?) perch on new-construction wall, idly watching passing traffic.  “Holy cow, I’m</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108062798342649658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108062798342649658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108062798342649658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108062798342649658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/03/coupla-firsts.html' title='Coupla firsts'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108054276632971526</id><published>2004-03-29T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-03-29T12:19:40.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swim class</title><summary type='text'>One of the first things I did on my first day here was to purchase a monthly pass for the Southern Star Quality Inn pool.  For just under what many pay for a month’s rent, I got a photo ID granting me limitless pool access and a membership number that allows me to deduct 15% off all food and beverages purchased onsite. Which would be great if I were so inclined, but being that prices are 4 to 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108054276632971526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108054276632971526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108054276632971526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108054276632971526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/03/swim-class.html' title='Swim class'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108002944627806825</id><published>2004-03-23T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-03-23T13:48:00.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Settling in</title><summary type='text'>The mosquitoes here are impressively oversized, but slow- I just smushed a couple sitting here, with a swift handclap.  I was informed this morning that killing mosqies will give you bad karma.  Short-lived, like they are. I say, ahimsa does not apply to them.. Spiders and ants and bugs I will sweep up gently and place outside.  I have tried to drive the mosks out, with fan and swirling motions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108002944627806825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108002944627806825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108002944627806825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108002944627806825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/03/settling-in.html' title='Settling in'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162187.post-108002791468098971</id><published>2004-03-23T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-03-23T13:19:31.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weak-end</title><summary type='text'>Was so veryvery weak, for a while there.  The parasite that ate my voice descended to my lungs. Where it took up permanent residence, resulting in green alien forms I spat out my mouth and blew out my noise, and a lovely bout of a sickness I was plagued by as a child but not since- bronchitis.  Funny how it hits you were you are vulnerable.  One other lady has the same flu she battled as a kid, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/feeds/108002791468098971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6162187&amp;postID=108002791468098971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108002791468098971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162187/posts/default/108002791468098971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinazym.blogspot.com/2004/03/weak-end.html' title='Weak-end'/><author><name>tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918886039762145985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5923/142/1600/tinazym.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
