Mussel power

There are 3 types of mussels that grow on the rocks in Wellington Bay: Green, Blue, and Scalloped. On the rocks by our house you can find the first 2 kinds (The green are irridescent and striped and by far the prettiest). They're fairly easy to rip off, although I'm not sure what the proper way to cut them off is, whether the beard needs to be intact or not. I'm also not sure how to remove the sand from the inside of them so I have about 20 or 30 of them sitting in a bowl of water until dinnertime, hoping that works. Mussels start off smaller and more consistent in color. The bigger ones have more growths and stony grey/white patches growing on them. I don't know whether the smaller or larger ones are more delicious, but the smaller ones look more like what I'm used to mussels looking like. I picked a variety of sizes today as an experiment. The larger ones were lower down on the rocks so I had to plunge my hands into the ocean to reach them. It was cold, but not cold enough to stop me until my bag was full. Walking back I felt suspect, wet and transparent, breakin the law, breakin the law. So I looked up regulations online and found that the daily limit of mussels caught is 50, with no size limitations. Phew! Thank god for the internet and it's stable reassurances.

More yoga again tonight. Third yoga class was great. I am hooked. I feel loose and calm and sexy. I recommend it to you, especially if you're like me and can't stand traditional cardiovascular exercise (running just hurts! Gyms are boring and also hurt!) but like exploring your mind through physical activity.

Snakes on a Mutherfuckin Plane! Tonight at the Cinelounge, a fancy movie theatre with individual lazy-boy seating, a full bar and menu that will deliver your order to you whenever you want it during the film (Yes, I'd like the first beer served 30 minutes into the movie and the second served an hour in, thanks) and free popcorn and soda. Snazzy.