another day of takoyaki, our favorite osakan street food. found a stall down a small alley near harajuku with 8 types of sauces, we got the one topped with ikura (fish eggs). this is a soft battered octopus fried briefly like little pillows of love, delicately topped with white and brown sauces you pop in your mouth and they are more than delicious. and i'm sure there is no way we can get them in chicago. god i will miss those. osakan food is a bit different from the tokyo food. and it is damn good.
i also am completely bored with my hair and want hair extensions in various colors, but also need some color on my own and a trim. the final price would cost me about 250,000 yen, a whopping US$2125.00, which lasts about 2 months. um, can you say "i'm not paris hilton?" suck. cause my hair is not growing fast enough and by the time it gets to the length i want it, i will be 65 years old looking like one of those hippie ladies hanging out in mysore doing astanga. some things in life we can not have, i guess. i also thought of shaving it bald and getting my head tattooed. something completely different. japan kind of does that to you. what can i say. maybe i can have a benefit for lisa's hair extensions, with yoga performances, local bands, and break dancing.
yoga was lovely, i am back to my full practice and am delighted to be able to start at 4:30am, enough time for my pranayama and full slow practice with a little meditation. it felt hard, i feel like a lead balloon, but still lovely. i know i need to go on a serious fast, but it will have to wait until i leave japan. the food is just way too good, and i introduced jeff to the crepe today, so...
i noticed while practicing that i was thinking about how everyone works so hard when they practice, no matter their levels, and it made me work harder. thank you, tokyo-yoga. you are inspiring me not only as a teacher, but as a practitioner.
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