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My Thoughts: The Bikram Standing Backbend

Wow. I mean, wow. Where should I start? Ok, umm. This is a pose that makes my stomach feel like eating itself alive would probably be less scary.

I believe I’m not the only one. My girlfriend, who practices Hot Hatha occasionally, told me the other day about a pose that makes her feel like her “spine is going to break any moment”. I asked, “Do you mean this?” and performed the standing backbend, and she went, “YES!!! That one!!!” 

I love backbends. I like the standing one that lets me put my hands on my lower back. I like wheel, and bow, and camel, and etc. But not this one. This one, I don’t have my hands to help me. This one, I want to puke.

I believe part of my fear comes from the fact that I may be doing it wrong. There’s a crimping feeling in my lower back when I perform this pose most of the time, and this exacerbates the fear of the backbend, no less. When you feel like your spine is going to break? That’s when the fear creeps in. The mind loses focus, it starts scrambling for some semblance of security (but there is none to offer because your hands are up in the air, thanks to instructions from dear Bikram) and all comes crashing down. And it’s perfectly legit. A life without a working spine is a life I can’t even imagine.

The hardest part about a backbend is not the bending process, but shutting out the military-like instructions from teachers and letting your body fall as naturally as it can. “Go deeper! Bend deeper! Look back more. LOOK BACK!!” Hey, I’m only human. When I hear a barrage of backbending instructions, my first instinct – compounded by my fear of falling backwards without the support of my hands – is to follow them. Without thought.

And that’s where it goes all wrong. Because I forget to lift up. I forget about my chest, and shoulders, and arms, and waist. I am too busy making a mad dash for the back wall with my frantic, crazy eyes. I am trying, so damn hard, to get my hands down to my face. And wondering why, this – everything – is not working but it’s getting so, damn, hard, to breathe. Gasp.

It took me a while to figure this out: the more you lift your chest up and forward with each breath, the easier – and more natural – the backbend becomes. It’s hard to get the mind to adjust to this instruction during a backbend especially because moving “up and forward” in a back bend is like asking the body to go up when your destination is down.

I won’t waffle on about how lifting up makes a huge difference. Just try it. Whenever you feel afraid: stop, stop paying attention to your eyes and ears, take a breath, and lift your chest up. It may take you “back” just a little, but you’ll go into your back bend way deeper and more fearlessly, just like those cheerleaders above.

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Pinterest, Copyright and The Curator’s Code

I remember the first time I came across Pinterest. The idea of curating ideas on boards was definitely novel, and inspiring, especially for messy and disorganised internet idea hoarders like myself.

I did wonder about the ethics of it underneath. It’s one thing to keep specially curated information to yourself, in a secret little folder stashed away in your hard drive, and another to display it to the world. One of the reasons why I stayed away from Pinterest for so long was my inability to come to a conclusion on this topic – was it really okay for me to be sharing my secret folio of carefully curated, stolen inspiration with my friends? (And I still haven’t, to be honest, but I have started using Pinterest already.) The other lies in wondering if there was any point in indulging in another social media platform, only to have it disintegrate and not matter that much in 50 years to come. (That’s the thing about internet fads: if you didn’t create them, or become a superstar because of them, chances are, they’re not going to take up memory space in your Life’s Best Moments collection to come.) But I digress. 

I haven’t found an answer to the tug-of-war between Pininterest and Copyright Infringement. The truth is, it’s hard to control copyright of anything that’s put up on the internet. And that’s the double-edged sword of the internet, isn’t it? If we, purveyors of the internet, may be honest, we’ve all “stolen” from one place at least once in our lives. The only difference between that time and now – the Pinterest age – is that Pinterest is huge, and that time where we stole that nice, fancy wallpaper by someone on Behance for personal use wasn’t.

Here are two articles I found particularly engaging:

And, if you’re like me, a conflicted Pinterest user who, to be honest, can’t bear to say goodbye to this community just yet, you can use the unicodes created by The Curator’s Code while sorting out the debate within yourself.

Part of what The Curator’s Code aspires to do is evolve our thinking about the levels of attribution.

  • “Via” ᔥ tends to denote a direct repost — something you found elsewhere and shared with your audience with little modification or elaboration. 
  • “HT” ↬ tends to stand for indirect discovery — something for which you got the idea at your source, but modified or elaborated on significantly when sharing with your audience.

Tim Lehman writes a brilliant article that shows the potential (and length) of GoT novels in other useful ways. Hint: “Enter the gym.”

Once again, if you’re a GoT fan and do not find this funny, you are very, very cruel.

I spent those three afternoons at the gym with my eyes glued to my iPhone’s tiny screen as I pedaled on the stationary bike. I was burning calories while I watched Khal Drogo’s funeral pyre burn.

When the season ended, I tried starting Boardwalk Empire, but wasn’t drawn in after three episodes and gave up. Re-watching Six Feet Under for the fourth time lost its appeal quickly. I didn’t make it through more than 15 minutes of the pilot of Luck, mostly because it was too quiet to hear over the gym’s Top 40 radio. I was precariously close to giving up on exercise again, and only further adventures in Westeros could prevent my slovenly decline.

Tanutara: Making of the Anusara Syllabus Poster by Ross Evans

When I’m feeling lazy and not in the mood for any sort of yoga, I watch this video to pass some time. Next thing I know, I’m up on my feet and packing my bags for the next available yoga class in the day. Harumph.

Holi by Variable

Very, very, very, lovely. If you like colour, this will do it for you.

If you watch GoT and don’t laugh at this, you are a cruel, cruel person.

Best Job (London 2012 Olympic Games Film) by P&G London

This made me tear and want to run home and hug my Mum. It’s true. Hardest and least quantifiable, sometimes least appreciated, job in the world, but also the best.

A favourite website of mine, filled with various random fun facts.

The Story of “Keep Calm and Carry On”

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