Saturday, October 14, 2006


Eureka! Lululemon just opened a store in Beverly Hills. The chic yoga clothes that I never buy because they have a little too much lycra and a little too little cotton in them. But ok - I acknowledge their cool designs, and that little logo that appears in multiple incarnations in almost every yoga class that I take.

But here's the deal. To celebrate their opening, they put a woman "performing" yoga right outside the store, on the sidewalk. For me it was skin crawlingly embarassing. I didn't want to watch her, but I couldn't avoid it. I was watching her every move. My head down and my eyes darting sideways for quick glances. She did a nice forearm stand, but why the funky side arm balance? Good warrior three... She's not that good looking - not quite a yoga come-on... I kept peeping and hoping she wouldn't notice, but of course she did, although she kept trying to make it look as though she didn't notice...

And of course what was really going through my head was this: How desperate for money do you have to be to take a gig doing yoga outside a Lululemon store? How absolutely horrible. Who at Lululemon dreamed up this inane idea, and why didn't someone tell them to stop?

You can rest assured that Lululemon isn't going to get any of my money. Not only because of that excess Lycra...

Thursday, October 12, 2006

My Most Popular Blog Entry Ever

Is the one titled Pretty Shameful. Two hundred and two (mostly) nutty comments. Worth a look.

Who was the Other Guy

So many things bother me about the crash of the small airplane into the Manhattan apartment building yesterday. But the first is this - I've now heard so much about Cory Lidle, his wife, his six year old daughter, how he finished his last season, what he used to say about flying - what about the other guy in the plane? Granted, he's not famous, but why don't the journalists covering this story have the basic decency to acknowledge his prior existence? Why do they have to be so crass about that basic asymetry - famous, not famous. I get angry just thinking about it.

The other is the obvious - what is a small plane with a relatively inexperienced pilot doing flying above Manhattan. Isn't Manhattan too dense a target? Couldn't small planes be required to fly around it?... But here I'm out of my depth, maybe I'm talking nonsense, but then again, maybe not. Small planes go down quite often. Why let them fly over Manhattan?