prematurely grey

I emailed my friend Brian the rabid Red Sox fan last week to describe my new approach to “watching” both the final debate and the first Yankees-Red Sox game: I sit in front of my computer with Major League Baseball Gameday, Keith Olberman’s MSNBC blog, DailyKos, and the New York Times all open. At forty, I have finally found the technological answer to my extreme anxiety disorder: reading in silence. I can live in the real-time world in real as long as it’s simply quiet reading time. Once a librarian, always a librarian.But I have a new ethical dilemma, not related to my hair, but stemming from the tremendous pleasure I take in spewing my anger about Tom DeLay here on Prematurely Grey. In my yoga studies (I know, you’re already reaching for the mouse), I am learning to correct students’ asanas (postures) by providing heart-centered instructions. As you can probably guess, heart-centered directions are positive in nature. They’re affirming the better qualities of humanity.

So far, my promise here at Prematurely Grey has been to affirm my hatred for Tom DeLay. I’m not really sure how that fits into my growth in yoga. In fact, to the more casual observer, it might appear that Prematurely Grey and my yogic path are pretty much at odds. But they’re not! I swear, there’s no way I would ever have written a word here without all this yoga I’m doing. And I’m not doing yoga so I can become someone I’m not. I’m doing it to be a better version of who I already am. Leaner. Funnier. Angrier.

So, here’s what I’m going to do: From time to time, when someone sends me a link to something really worthwhile, I’ll link to it here. I’ll let you know who sent it and about my relationship to that person. People do this all the time in the blogosphere. I realize I’m not inventing the wheel. But since this thing has been thus far devoted to my hair, it’s a pretty big step.

Keep sending me stuff, everyone. You’ll end up with heart-centered praise in the rage-centered blog. Namaste.