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About: Jay Winston

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Jay S. Winston, founder and proprietor of Yoga for Cynics (http://yogaforcynics.blogspot.com), has a PhD in English, making him the kind of doctor who, in case of life-threatening emergency, can explain Faulkner while you die, is currently (semi-)(un-)employed as a freelance writer and editor, teaches creative writing to homeless men, tutors recovering addicts in reading, was recently certified as a Kripalu yoga teacher, gets around mostly by bicycle, is trying to find an agent for his novel, resides in the bucolic Mt. Airy neighborhood of Philadelphia, State of Mildly Inebriated Samadhi, U.S.A. and, like most people who bike and practice yoga, used to live in Boulder.
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One Breath at a Time.

by on Feb 29, 2012

Thoughts on mindfulness, coffee, alcohol, addiction, rehab, road rage on the way to yoga class, Emmylou Harris, and taking it all one breath at a time.

Great Moments in Sarcasm #1: Sigmund Freud & the Nazis.

by on Aug 24, 2011

Kinda sorta a follow-up to this. Much loved by comedians and malcontents, sarcasm has long been denigrated by overly sincere yogis, well-meaning counselors and Pink Floyd songs. Nonetheless, there are times when following Emily Dickinson’s advice to tell the truth, but tell it slant may be the best way to get a point across, particularly when more [...]

Homophobia, On the Other Hand: Not Natural.

by on Jul 11, 2011

This one’s been deleted: New version: A companion piece to Waylon’s post yesterday (involving Bonobo monkeys and how they…oh wow…) The kind of openhearte­d, open-minded attitude on display here might be exactly what most terrifies those who want to deny social acceptance to gays and lesbians. Prejudice isn’t natural. It’s taught.

Bodies: Electric, Acoustic & Otherwise.

by on Jul 5, 2011

O Venerable one, what good is the enjoyment of desires in this ill-smelling, insubstantial body, a mere conglomerate of bones, skin, sinews, muscles, marrow, flesh, semen, blood, mucus, tears, rheum, feces, urine, wind, bile, and phlegm? What good is the enjoyment of desires in this body, which is afflicted with desire, anger, greed, delusion, fear, [...]

Poems of Awakening…Kind of a Book Review

by on Jun 7, 2011

Got an e-mail from Bob a couple weeks ago, asking if I’d like a copy of a book called Poems of Awakening: An International Anthology of Spiritual Poetry, edited by Betsy Small, in hopes I’d review it for Elephant Journal. Like I always say, if it’s for free, it’s for me, so told him sure, send it [...]

It’s Bob Dylan’s 71st birthday: here’s 27 of his most memorable lyrics.

by on May 23, 2011

In His Own Words… If ya haven’t heard, May 24, 2012 marks Bob Dylan’s 71st birthday. Such a momentous occasion is, of course, being celebrated throughout the newsmedia and blogosphere with lists of his “best” albums and songs, breeding, needless to say, all kinds of disagreement (I mean, come on, Rolling Stone, 70 selections and no “Song [...]

A Poem for the Left Behind, by Robert Frost.

by on May 21, 2011

The great End of Days of May 21, 2011 has come and gone. So, if you’re reading this, you’ve probably been LEFT BEHIND. On the bright side, the period of Tribulation really hasn’t been too bad, so far. Hell, there’s still internet access. Nonetheless, for those of us feeling disappointed about being stuck here on earth while the [...]

Trials of a Yoga Cynic.

by on Apr 8, 2011

If they had a king of fools then I would wear that crown
and you could all die laughing because I’ll wear it proudly.
Elvis Costello

A Headache at Kripalu.

by on Jan 3, 2011

In a totally mellow holistic type setting like that, you tend to assume everybody else is positively blanketed in wellness and good feeling. At least I do.

Are You a Sell-Out?

by on Nov 15, 2010

Rasta don’t work for no C.I.A. Bob Marley, Rat Race Somebody called me a sell-out…he may have been joking…anyway, if it’s true, I must have sold out pretty damn cheap… Then, who’s the definitive sell-out? Judas Iscariot? Mick Jagger? Thirty pieces of silver, even adjusted for inflation, wouldn’t get you decent seats to see those [...]

Yoga in Gym Class?

by on Nov 4, 2010

…Gym Class in Yoga? Would you want to learn yoga from this woman? Should I ever find myself flashing back to seventh grade gym in yoga class, I’ve been known to say, I’m rolling up my mat and walking out. As such, I must confess to mixed feelings about yoga in gym classes. These feelings might [...]

Zen-Like and Irritating

by on Oct 7, 2010

A small tribute to those who tirelessly put up with pretentious yogis, hippie Buddhists, and other annoyingly cosmic and mellow types…

Falling…

by on Oct 5, 2010

Autumn just might be a good time to look at some things that keep hanging on, but just might be ready to drop off and die…

Sober Reflections on Getting High.

by on Oct 2, 2010

Fully aware of just how politically incorrect and irresponsible it is to say so, I think smoking marijuana as a teenager probably saved my life…

Woodstock Yoga

by on Sep 25, 2010

Three things you should know about yoga: it means union, it’s groovy, and it’s kinda like smoking DMT


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