Even in a granola-friendly city like Seattle, with its countless yoga studios, yoga might not have much street credibility. But yoga's supporters credit it with a host of physical and psychological benefits. Some organizations put this vision into practice, seeing the teaching of yoga as a form of social justice for everyone.
Taking Down-Dog to the Streets: Q&A with Stephanie Toby, Director of Operations at Seattle Street Yoga
New Aerial Yoga Workshop Drops This Month
Again comes the behemoth of New Year’s resolutions to "get in shape," which is a relative phrase. In the case of those who’d like to expand the range of their fitness routine, we’d certainly recommend the new Aerial Yoga class offered by Bridget Gunning of Manifold Motion.
Can't Miss It: Tuesday
TIME WARP: Third Eye Cinema and the Northwest Film Forum present Time Machine, with Bill Brown and Sabine Gruffat. The two will be traveling through the past, present, and future via spoken word, video performance, 35mm slides, and good old scratchy records. Discover Real-Time rendering, Quartz, and Max patches as Gruffat steers you through the strange world of digital and analog hyperspace. If your girlfriend or wife has been on you to go see The Time Traveler's Wife, this may be a good distraction...the book is always better anyway.
Can't Miss It: Weekend Edition, Dec. 5-7
FLEXIBLE MIND, FLEXIBLE BODY: Why not practice some venue-sanctioned yoga in the Northwest Film Forum's lobby before you hit the bars on Saturday? The 1.5 hour class is for all skill levels and ages, and is being held as a fundraiser for the arts center. We think this sounds like a great chance for you to limber up with your neighbors, center your energies at the beginning of the holiday season, and do something supportive for the arts community.
Scofield's Devil You Know Packs a Punch
You know how in horror films they were doing this thing where they'd delete frames and speed up or slow down the film to give the "evil" an eerie, inhuman quality? Zoe Scofield does that live, pretzeling, twisting, writhing, blank face dusted white with a silver streak down the center, her eyes disturbing pools of black under the lights. Yet...a hand reaches out to softly enfold the nape of a neck, there's a surrender, a leaning back. (For more on Scofield, check out Brendan Kiley's interview.)

