No, it's not class. It's the Bikram Fashion Report!
Afternoon posture clinic:
shiny silver shorts and t-shirt (black sleeves).
Dinner break, in the lobby outside his office:
white shorts with FLAMES up the sides. ASS ON FIRE. By evening posture clinic, he's added a white shirt.
Dispatches from Bikram Yoga teacher training
Can I curl up and die yet?
Feigning attention until I can sleep
About Me
- Agent X
- I like pie.
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- Four degrees of DC theater
- My favorite profanity
- The five-year-old speaks once more
- Never so weary, never so in woe
- Breakdown #1
- Conversations with Bikram, Part II
- The yoga truck
- The 2-popsicle lunch
- Week 2: Standards redefined
- We're not dead yet
- A Day in the Life
- Bikram sings!
- Somewhat like opera
- Quit Your Day Job
- Myths and Fantasies Debunked I
- A Limited Time for Every Purpose
- ASS ON FIRE
- Burn, Baby, Burn
- These are the people in my neighborhood
- Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Craig Villani
- Day One, Ground Zero
- Side note from the TMI Department
- Fade Up: Hollywood and Yucca
- Back on terra firma. Or is it?
- D is for departure
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