Cause in My Head, There's a Greyhound Station...

My Brother, the Mountain Biker

As it's come to my attention that my brother is now reading this blog, I will keep my promise to him. He was quite excited about his last vacation, centered as always on hurling his body around at great speeds while clinging to the alloy and vinyl bits of a bike frame.

So excited that he got himself taped and did the youtube thing. Check out the clip below and ask yourself, "Is this the way I would choose to spend my one week of freedom per year?"

At least with yoga, your body stays in contact with the ground!

Are We Human?

I was buzzing down the freeway, taking in the crystal clarity of the sky and the sharp golden quality of the sunlight when this song came on the radio. Within two lines, I was crying. And I'm not even pregnant. Go figure.

Music - it speaks to us sometimes.