Pacific Beach could be an amazing community in San Diego. I'm going to start documenting non-touristy life in Pacific Beach. I will review restaurants and other businesses...like the smothie store that just opened up at the corner of Mission Boulevard and Pacific Beach Drive. It's called The Blend. totally worth it. Here is my Yelp review for The Blend.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Thursday, June 19, 2014
I Walk to Yoga in Pacific Beach
Walking to a yoga studio is a pleasure I get to enjoy by living in my corner of Pacific Beach. I don't actully do it that often because there is a yoga studio that I go to more frequently that I ride my bike to. (It's a tough life, I know.)
I walk to Bird Rock yoga.
I bike to Jade Dragon yoga.
I'll write much more about Jade in another post...but since I went to Bird Rock last night, that's what I'm thinking about right now. I'm tempted to sit here and dish about the class, because there are things that I didn't like. But I also know that most of the issues are within me, ie: the things that bugged me are more about me not fully being in the practice, than the practice itself. (I only partially believe that sentence I just wrote.)
But there is a funny thing that happened last night at Bird Rock that illustrates the larger milieu of Pacific Beach that does exist here. The little spiritual pep talk at the start of class referenced how yoga can help you make good choices (there was a caveat here about moral choices which I didn't follow...so I won't comment on that)...but after the caveat, the little story highlighted how a regular yoga practice can help you make better decisions: such as not choosing to eat an entire pizza after drinking six beers with your buds. Yoga or no yoga...that's a good life lesson...don't do it...don't eat the whole pizza...just eat a slice or two. You won't get a heart-felt pizza-and-six-pack reference in just any yoga class.
I fondly call this my "bro yoga" class, even though there were only three other males in the class aside from me and the teacher, who can safely be called a bro...and I don't know if those other three guys are even bros...and that suggests that I even have a working definition of what a bro is...more on that in another post.
All in all, it's a good yoga class...and that's my point. In the heart of Pacific Beach, known to the rest of San Diego as the kingdom of bro, you can walk to a good yoga class on a Wednesday night...a yoga class where women and men, straight and gay all show up and practice. Not everyone in San Diego can say that.
(True, there was not a lot of age diversity in the class...but again...that's another issue for another day.)
Below is the photo I took right after class, looking west from the covered, second-floor strip-mall walkway.
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I walk to Bird Rock yoga.
I bike to Jade Dragon yoga.
I'll write much more about Jade in another post...but since I went to Bird Rock last night, that's what I'm thinking about right now. I'm tempted to sit here and dish about the class, because there are things that I didn't like. But I also know that most of the issues are within me, ie: the things that bugged me are more about me not fully being in the practice, than the practice itself. (I only partially believe that sentence I just wrote.)
But there is a funny thing that happened last night at Bird Rock that illustrates the larger milieu of Pacific Beach that does exist here. The little spiritual pep talk at the start of class referenced how yoga can help you make good choices (there was a caveat here about moral choices which I didn't follow...so I won't comment on that)...but after the caveat, the little story highlighted how a regular yoga practice can help you make better decisions: such as not choosing to eat an entire pizza after drinking six beers with your buds. Yoga or no yoga...that's a good life lesson...don't do it...don't eat the whole pizza...just eat a slice or two. You won't get a heart-felt pizza-and-six-pack reference in just any yoga class.
I fondly call this my "bro yoga" class, even though there were only three other males in the class aside from me and the teacher, who can safely be called a bro...and I don't know if those other three guys are even bros...and that suggests that I even have a working definition of what a bro is...more on that in another post.
All in all, it's a good yoga class...and that's my point. In the heart of Pacific Beach, known to the rest of San Diego as the kingdom of bro, you can walk to a good yoga class on a Wednesday night...a yoga class where women and men, straight and gay all show up and practice. Not everyone in San Diego can say that.
(True, there was not a lot of age diversity in the class...but again...that's another issue for another day.)
Below is the photo I took right after class, looking west from the covered, second-floor strip-mall walkway.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
30 Bus
One of the reasons we ended up in Pacific Beach is the 30 bus, which we use to go back and forth bw PB and UC San Diego.
The morning ride isn't bad, but taking the bus home when I'm tired and hungry sucks.
I'm on the bus right now, and I'm writing this bc I forgot my book, and there is nothing good on FB or Instagram and I'm too tired to look at twitter.
The morning ride isn't bad, but taking the bus home when I'm tired and hungry sucks.
I'm on the bus right now, and I'm writing this bc I forgot my book, and there is nothing good on FB or Instagram and I'm too tired to look at twitter.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
You Live in Pacific Beach?
"You Live in Pacific Beach?"
I have been asking that question of myself at least once a week, for the last three years. (It was three years ago last Memorial Day weekend that my partner and I (yes, we are a gay couple) moved to Pacific Beach. And seeing that it doesn't seem like we'll be leaving Pacific Beach anytime soon, I think it's time to start documenting my life / our life in Pacific Beach.
This is the photo I took today on Garnet Ave just north of Mission Blvd. I should have noted the name of the second-hand store. When I took the photo, I thought, "Oh, I need to post this on Instagram with the hashtags #We'reNotInChelsea #We'reNotinHellsKitchen and #GetMyMindOutoftheGutter
But instead (or perhaps, in addition to) the Instagram post, it's part of the maiden post for a blog that I've been thinking about for a long time.
By the way, I was walking up Garnet to take a quick walk through the Pacific Beach Tuesday farmer's market before heading home.
There's a mobile pizza oven there, and I bought a margarita pizza from a guy who moved from Naples 30 years ago. He speaks Italian with an English accent...and if I can pick up an English accent, it must be pretty strong. I should have taken a photo of the pizza...it was good...and I'd eaten the whole thing by the time I'd walked the 4 or 5 blocks home.
I have been asking that question of myself at least once a week, for the last three years. (It was three years ago last Memorial Day weekend that my partner and I (yes, we are a gay couple) moved to Pacific Beach. And seeing that it doesn't seem like we'll be leaving Pacific Beach anytime soon, I think it's time to start documenting my life / our life in Pacific Beach.
This is the photo I took today on Garnet Ave just north of Mission Blvd. I should have noted the name of the second-hand store. When I took the photo, I thought, "Oh, I need to post this on Instagram with the hashtags #We'reNotInChelsea #We'reNotinHellsKitchen and #GetMyMindOutoftheGutter
But instead (or perhaps, in addition to) the Instagram post, it's part of the maiden post for a blog that I've been thinking about for a long time.
By the way, I was walking up Garnet to take a quick walk through the Pacific Beach Tuesday farmer's market before heading home.
There's a mobile pizza oven there, and I bought a margarita pizza from a guy who moved from Naples 30 years ago. He speaks Italian with an English accent...and if I can pick up an English accent, it must be pretty strong. I should have taken a photo of the pizza...it was good...and I'd eaten the whole thing by the time I'd walked the 4 or 5 blocks home.
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