square one looks different now
Classes don't start for another two weeks, but today intersession athletic classes started, so I was back in Columbia's Iyengar yoga class. At 8 AM, which means that I got up at 6. Oof. There were no holdovers from last semester's 9 AM class, and a few people who hadn't really had yoga classes before at all, so we started more or less the same way we did last semester. Which is good, actually: Columbia (the teacher, not the official policy of the university--same name) advised us that we should all take the beginning-level class three or four times, and that we'd notice a real difference each time. I did--I'm still horrifically inflexible, but I understand some of the basic principles of how to do the poses a lot better now.
(I am sort of curious about how yoga & yoga instruction as we know it evolved. There is an actual Mr. Iyengar, about whom I know very little--apparently the student who made him famous was Yehudi Menuhin! Cue "Who's Yehoodi?" in my head.)
Dinner last night was a stir-fry involving asparagus and oven-baked marinated tofu, from the Crescent Dragonwagon book--very tasty, but I'm not going to reproduce it here because it set off the smoke alarm three times, once with good reason (dropping 4 dried peppers into smoking-hot peanut oil & stirring them around over high heat for a minute = cough cough cough cough). C.D. is fond of cooking spray, which I'd never really used until last week. Odd stuff.