BURGER SCOOT

  • Yoga Teacher from Hell

    My wife just sent me this. Very funny. I hope Robert, my yoga teacher, and the subject of my upcoming post doesn’t take this the wrong way! Delaney Rowe(@delaneysayshello) has created a short video on TikTok with music Yoga Music. May or may not have taken a yoga class this morning #foryou #yoga #comedy #namaste—… Read more

  • The “Coal Stop” California Burger

    Nope, it is an oasis around a virtual desert of sorts. The name of the resort comes from a famous cattle ranch nearby know by locals for the foul smells of cattle excrement and the even worse smells coming from the slaughterhouse, but lucky for us, the resort is far enough away we can’t smell… Read more

  • An update from an old post about my weight, diet, and yoga practice

    On March 19, 2017, I posted a 192-word blurb about the struggle I was going through at the time: laziness and overeating vs. practicing yoga and eating healthier. Unfortunately, I gave the post the uninspiring title “Battle Royale.” Also, I was unaware that the title is from a book that bares little resemblance to my… Read more

  • Right on Sister–ur Mother!

    Yes, you should absolutely call your mom today. But you should also know that Mother’s Day isn’t just a holiday for greeting card and chocolate companies to make a buck, but of radical antiwar and feminist organizers.   Women Strike for Peace activists at a Censure Nixon rally in Washington, DC, on January 18, 1972. (Dorothy… I’m… Read more

  • Christopher and the Ergonomic Chairs

    Christopher parked his Nissan Sentra in the company’s CFO spot—walked into the empty building, and took his place at the Information Desk of the vacant building. He checked and routed yesterday’s mail, checked and routed yesterday’s email and voicemails, and checked his email and schedule–nothing was for him. It was March of 2020, and he… Read more

  • Effervescent–Not!

    Every time he spoke, a collection of bubbles would start to form in the right corner of his mouth. It got to the point where I stopped listening to whatever he was talking about and focused on the bubbles. He could have been talking about things we both were interested in: motorcycles, skiing, or Notre… Read more