Let me just say that I am a huge fan of Krishnamacharya's. Huge. Because his whole M.O. was always to give each student exactly what he or she needed at that time in his or her life. He was both BKS Iyengar and Pattabhi Jois' teacher, but his original teachings were very different than what those guys wound up spreading (Iyengar yoga and Astanga) because he taught individuality of practice, as opposed to a set series of poses or rules for all. Krishnamacharya prescribed something different for everyone: an energetic asana practice for the young, a meditative practice for the older, a strength-building practice for the weak. He taught yoga as a way of healing the body, and is, in many ways, the big daddy-o of Western yoga.
If you want to know more about him, visit the Healing Foundation in San Francisco, which is the only local yoga school solely dedicated to Krishnamacharya and his son, TKV Desikachar. Now is the perfect time because the foundation just moved into a beautiful new home in the Marina, at 3620 Buchanan Street (between Bay Street and Northpoint), and is having an open house with food and chanting this Thursday evening, May 29, from 6-9pm.
I'll be out of town this Thursday but I hope someone out there will check out the open house and report back. I am curious to see the new center, which is a sweet little converted greenhouse.
And if you are sitting there, scratching your head and saying Krishna-who?, have a look at The Heart of Yoga, one of my all-time favorite yoga books. It tells all about Krishnamacharya, and has some awesome photos of the master hanging out in headstands well into his golden years.
As New Yorkers, we already have a naturally smaller environmental footprint than, say, people almost anywhere else. We live bunched on top of each other, we take public transportation, we have smaller spaces to heat and cool, our residential recycling program is decent, etc. 
With summer around the corner, it's no surprise that everyone is feeling green. Join in the celebration this weekend in the Mission, where you can experience the largest outdoor green event the city has ever had.
In addition to being a yogi, writer, New Yorker, crafty girl, and a spirit living in a material world, I'm a survivor of cancer. A kind of cancer that has no "cure." Meaning, in the three years since I was successfully treated with chemotherapy, I must regularly go in for various tests and proddings. 
Ever since the cyclone hit Burma last week, I have felt an uneasiness that I just can't shake. I have never been to Burma (a.k.a. Myanmar), but I met Burmese refugees when I was in Thailand, and I have friends who have lived there, or are there still. It is a militaristic state in which the residents live in fear of the junta, or armed forces, and suffer violations of their human rights on a daily basis. The cyclone that hit the poor country only served to make a very bad situation a whole lot worse.
Last night, over an AMAZING meal at 
I first went to India when I was 22. I knew nothing about yoga, but I had a transformative experience nonetheless, complete with my first contact with saddhus, a visit to the temple where Buddha sat under the Boddhi tree, and a visit to the Ganges to see the bodies burning on the ghats. My trip felt deeply spiritual ... but, as a recent college grad in a tumultuous love affair with a guy I met while traveling, it also felt completely confusing, raw, and, at times, ridiculous.
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring. ~George Herbert 

After practicing yoga for a while, people often get the urge to bring their practice to others. But not everyone wants to become a certified yoga instructor, or even charge for classes. Some just want to teach others who need yoga, but don't have access to it in one way or another.
Now that I have your attention.... I wandered into the 