Went to hear the band of one of my fellow yoga teachers at the C-Note tonight. Beholding the art of yogi's can be treacherous, but his band was terrific--not New Agey or Sting-like at all. Rockin' in a mid-period Bowie sort of way. Inspiring.

Ended up at my favorite book store and found another Iris Murdoch novel in the cheap-o bin.

Tish and Snooky's Manic Panic has let me down. I was going for Cotton Candy Pink on my blonde stripes, and it had no effect...