I love you Plate Lunch

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K said that his friend Josh loves Keneke’s in Waimanalo.  So naturally we wanted to try it for lunch after my yoga class.  I was ravenous.  I needed a smoothie.  It’s crazy how good my last two lunches have been.  I can’t even take it.  I feel like I should skip lunch tomorrow just to restart the machine.  Because lunch shouldn’t be so dang delicious.

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It gets even better.  K said we should go through the car wash so I could put my ganesh sticker on.  So we ate our lunches in the car wash with out fruit smoothies.  There are few things that make me feel so content.

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Manny No Monkey Tree

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I dragged myself to Bikram yoga in Hawaii Kai this morning (with K’s help).  I’m so glad because it was the best Bikram class I’ve taken so far, better even than many of the non-Bikram classes I’ve taken.  The key is the teacher Manny.  He’s very tough but for all the good and right reason.

The class is at Koko Marina Shopping Center and it’s the only studio on the island that uses infrared heat.  I was resistant to going because it’s thirty minutes away and lately I’ve had to summon up a lot of energy to travel just five minutes to the Kailua Studio because sometimes it can feel like a chore.  The Kailua studio is the only Bikram place I’ve ever been to prior to this.  So, in fairness,  my realm of comparison is limited.

To preface what I have to say next I should explain that people sweat buckets when doing Bikram yoga.  It’s the reason people do it.  There’s a standard classroom design for Bikram studios which includes carpeting.  Buckets of sweat, wet carpet, humidity, heat…it’s a recipe for some stinkiness.  With that said,  the basic difference between the two Bikram studios is that Kailua’s  smells like a big foot (as I’ve heard most Bikram places do) and Manny’s studio is clean, peaceful, beautiful and it smells nice–like semi-sweet crayons.  Kailua isn’t awful.  The environment is supportive and I really like class with Kathryn.  I think maybe Manny’s class was just really great.

I figured today since I was going to a new class in a new town with a new teacher, I would use my new stuff including my barely used yoga mat bag:

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I’ve been too embarrassed to actually bring this bag into classrooms because it’s kind of fancy.  So I’ve been leaving it in the trunk of our car.  Today I brought it in with me and it was fine, no one’s eyebrows went up.

Manny started out by talking to four of us that were new to the class in the lobby.  He is very insistent about how you behave in his studio.  He didn’t want us holding any of our stuff while he spoke to us.  And even if you’d done Bikram before he wanted to go over breathing, stance, and doing the asanas with grace.  After a couple of minutes he let us in and class started shortly after.

Like I said, he runs a tight ship.  One of the other new girls kept making little indignant noises every time Manny would say something like  ‘your job is to keep the floor around you dry…etc etc….I don’t care what happens in other studios, this is how it is in this studio’.  I just giggled because I’d heard and read online that Manny, to some people, seems very eccentric but I found him charming.  Another great line:  “please no chatting, it’s not that i don’t care what you have to say, it’s that others don’t”  That made my stomach clench because it was so funny.  The thing is, as I’ve said, his studio is so well kept that it’s a pleasure to be there.  Also, Manny keeps such tight control of the class that it makes you feel like you can relax and just worry about yourself.  It’s very liberating.

Pretty much every Bikram teacher I’ve had before him keeps up this relentless prattle through the 26 poses.  I understand that it’s part  of the style or method of keeping you in the moment but most times it just makes me anxious and distracted.  Manny speaks in a low gentle voice and he shares information (which is why I also like Kathryn at Kailua).  My favorite thing he said today was that Bikram Yoga helps you sleep–not because you end up so physically tired but because it helps you learn to quiet the monkey in the tree.

Brilliance.  I’m sold.

Hawaiian Warrior

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This afternoon was fantasy city.  K and I got to meet BJ Penn at Ala Moana.  He was signing autographs for two hours at Nordstroms. It was a decent crowd but not a long wait.  There aren’t so many people I would be excited to meet but BJ is one of them.  Getting closer to the front of the line we could see him hug and give everyone a paternal rub on the back.  Everything about his persona is warm and welcoming.  It’s nice to believe that someone can be a superhero.

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After Ala Moana we had lunch at Nico’s.  My FAVORITE.  Ahi Furakake.  Dreamy Plate lunch:

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I feel like Homer Simpson….FU  RA  KA KEEEEEE

Reading is for winners!

DonorsChoose.org is beyond cool.  For K’s birthday,  his brother gifted him with a donation to the site. The website is a menu of different projects that are in need of funds. K chose a donation of books to a local  grade school which would give them the opportunity to read about a different cultural perspective.  In this case it was the book Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortensen and David Oliver Revin–the story of  a man’s mission to build a school in Pakistan and how it turned into fifty-five schools.  Yesterday K got a package of cards from the kids.  What an awesome gift!!

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Popcorn plus plus

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We got this at the Kahala movie theater but then didn’t use it because I didn’t know what to do with it.  Apparently it comes with a plastic bag inside and you mix your popcorn with the pouch ingredients like a shake and bake.  The mix has nori flakes and crispy cracker things.  Made in Kaneohe.  It was pretty good.  I’d say it would be BETTER if they added something sweet to it like bits of chocolate covered marshmallows.  Or lucky charms.

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This is Alan

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This is Alan’s salon

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Back home I go to the most perfect hair stylist/friend that anyone could ask for. My hair and who cuts it has been an issue for me since the age of 14 (when I discovered leave-in conditioner).  In 16 years I’ve only gone to four stylists to whom  I’ve been devoted to at each turn: Rodney Cutler, Hyunsoo Kim, and Hiro Haraguchi. All three of them are amazing and I’d go to them again in a heartbeat but they don’t compare to my dear friend and hair guru Kaz.  I’m deeply attached to him and he’s one of the elements I miss most about life in New York.

With that said,  Alan Vuong is great.  His salon (which he owns with two friends) is stylish, well-designed, and comfortable.  The staff is friendly and sharp.  Alex, who shampooed my hair gave me a fantastic massage.  I normally am indifferent to the shampoo massage, but what Alex did felt so good–she’s very intuitive about how much pressure to use.

Alan is like the glamorous Hawaiian Edward Scissorhands.  He really tried to draw out of me through conversation my likes and dislikes in regards to hair.  He gave me tips on using a straight iron and blow drying.  He’s a very sweet individual and very excited about his work.  My hair looks and feels really healthy and has great shape and movement.   I’ll definitley go back to him for a cut before my big reading on the 24th.

When all other lights go out.

We’ve had two power outages in the past 2 weeks. Our neighbor Corey said that it happens regularly on stormy/windy days and that it takes the electric company forever to fix it. I told K that I was terrified that the power would go out on a night that he was working late. This last Monday it happened. It was about 6PM and it was getting darker and darker. Our place is somewhat remote. It’s hard to find our front door. Even with all the power on it feels very isolated.

I shut down my computer to conserve the battery and fetched our hand-crank flashlight from the kitchen drawer. I turned it on even though the sun was mostly still up. I felt like Frodo.

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I wanted to conserve every last drop of power on my iPhone in case I needed to entertain myself or talk to someone until K came home.  But I decided that texting him about the blackout was worth the battery juice.  Two seconds later he replied he was on his way home.  Joy!

So I sat down and played Supermarket Mania until he got home 20 minutes later.  Because our oven is electric we went out to Lucy’s Grill for dinnr.  I had a glass of Reisling and Opah Crab Dynamite with sweet potato mash. Disaster averted.