down to the wire and not ready at all. not even close. went to class tonight to say goodbye and, as usual, suffer a mild heat stroke in Johnny's class. i have said many times that he is like sunshine. i absolutely mean this in the cheery sense of the compliment, but i also mean that being in the studio with him is like, seriously, sitting on the surface of the sun. and i suppose he could refer to the small plastic thermometer to check the temperature, except that it has melted into a gooey pool by the end of first set, half moon, and no longer works. so, basically, he's just going by what feels comfortable to him....which is reallyreallyreally hot. he's like a superhero, John Salvatore. he needs a cape.

that said, it hurts my heart to let superheros down (because, of course, they exist soley for the benefit of humanity and for fighting evildoers)...so i always try to rally for him despite the fact that my face is melting off and my internal organs are giving off a decidedly singed smell.

i'm really not interested in making this a big feel-good-blog. i'm not a hallmarky sort of girl. i hate r&b, chicken soup for the soul books freak me out, and i get massively fidgety when stuff gets too syrupy. i want it to be funny and entertaining. that's my main goal. my only goal. so, if anything deeper than that appears on these pages, its complete coincidence--a byproduct of a joke. however, before i fully embrace the
entirely non-sentimental tone i aim for.....i have to say this:

the kids and teachers at the new york yoga studio i practice at (bikram yoga lower east side. best studio ever. legendary. put it on the list of places to visit before you die.) have been casting huge votes of confidence in me from the day i decided to go to hawaii. probably bigger votes than i warrant. and it can not be said enough how grateful i have been for the endless stream of generosity that is the day to day practice of these people. they are lovely, in the truest sense of that word.

now, in honor of going to teacher training and drinking the punch.....i'm settling in for some last minute packing and a PBS documentary about jim jones and the massacre in guyana.