<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651</id><updated>2011-10-07T23:43:16.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Gravity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-7961986160379421241</id><published>2011-06-22T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:32:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party of a Lifetime and the Virus That Caused It</title><summary type='text'>The photo album has been in this house for twenty-five years.  I found it stashed away in the meditation room upstairs with about fifteen other yellowed, crumbling volumes of photographs.  I'm not sure whose photo albums they are.  Some may have been taken and collected by staff over the years, others appear to be personal albums from patients who passed away, and who had no one willing to store </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/7961986160379421241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/7961986160379421241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/06/party-of-lifetime-and-virus-that-caused.html' title='The Party of a Lifetime and the Virus That Caused It'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmUUINRQeZM/TgIx7OHWQkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i0UyEhx1RYY/s72-c/DSCN8889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-211888768889847176</id><published>2011-06-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:06:33.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Littering</title><summary type='text'>
My recent trip to Mexico ended up being a lesson in impermanence.  We visited the ruins at Monte Alban, Mitla, and Teotihaucan, whose perforated historical documentations have archeologists scratching their heads as to what actually happened there.  A bulk of these civilizations' traces had been reclaimed by nature, because, for the most part, they biodegraded.  In addition to this tidbit of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/211888768889847176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/211888768889847176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/06/thank-you-for-littering.html' title='Thank You for Littering'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lqEGe4YWQo/Tf-M4QL36YI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Z4Luy7f82xg/s72-c/DSCN8912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-638791450507606873</id><published>2011-04-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:59:36.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Acupuncture Cure My Astrology?</title><summary type='text'>
If you would be so kind and allow me to indulge briefly in some astro-jargon:  A Mars return is an astrological event which apparently happens to each of us every two years.  When we are born, the position of Mars – and all the planets, for that matter – becomes part of who we are.  And since Mars' orbit lasts roughly two years, a phase of re-definition of the planet's meaning hits us on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/638791450507606873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/638791450507606873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-acupuncture-cure-my-astrology.html' title='Can Acupuncture Cure My Astrology?'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6BgIuOXLfc/TaIz1Nc2kVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rUCW3cNTpeU/s72-c/shutterstock_9917167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-62441357494313263</id><published>2011-04-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:30:13.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolfing and Body Weight Part 2:  The Vocabulary of Beauty</title><summary type='text'>
"You know something strange," the woman in my office started to tell me, "Ever since I started getting my Rolfing sessions, people keep asking me if I've lost weight.  But I haven't.  I keep getting comments like 'You look great!  Did you lose weight?'  What's going on?"
This happens, I've heard about it many times.  People who receive Rolfing do look better, and most of the time it has nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/62441357494313263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/62441357494313263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/04/rolfing-and-body-weight-part-2.html' title='Rolfing and Body Weight Part 2:  The Vocabulary of Beauty'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUDV2fJgyNQ/TZ0Veczc_bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/svj1Wg3-imw/s72-c/shutterstock_3793357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-4731271761786194572</id><published>2011-04-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:10:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolfing and Body Weight</title><summary type='text'>
Spontaneous miracles do happen.  Several have even taken place in my office over the past ten years.  One time, a client underwent a kind of energetic re-birthing (to my surprise) after which his back-pain of fifteen years immediately vanished.  Another discovered that she could communicate to plants and animals during the months of her Rolfing sessions.  Now, those are "miracles" in the sense </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/4731271761786194572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/4731271761786194572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/04/rolfing-and-body-weight.html' title='Rolfing and Body Weight'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7abnEj6vQe8/TZYy7ApoEkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Uj0Ce7-lYBk/s72-c/shutterstock_68595286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-2682387110686781987</id><published>2011-03-20T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:39:45.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hospice Front:  House of Morphine</title><summary type='text'>
"When do we reach land?"  The elderly gentleman in the armchair asked me.  He was wearing plaid flannel pyjamas and blue house slippers.  His metal walker was situated next to him.  We were in the dining room downstairs at Coming Home Hospice, a little yellow house located across the street from Most Holy Redeemer Church in San Francisco's Castro district.  I had just introduced myself to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2682387110686781987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2682387110686781987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/03/hospice-front-morphine-house.html' title='The Hospice Front:  House of Morphine'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y35s7NgnShA/TYkefGLELNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LjW6c3byOe0/s72-c/shutterstock_73171324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-5093971400930347256</id><published>2011-02-07T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:40:23.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango for Life:  Treating Alzheimer's with the Ocho</title><summary type='text'>
The Ocho Step may save you. 
Americans are slowly waking up to the daunting reality of Alzheimer's.  In the family of cognitive illnesses that strike the elderly, Alzheimer's is the mother of all dementiae.  At the moment, an estimated 5 million Americans live with it, compared to 1 million patients with HIV, and with the gradually escalating age of the Baby Boomers, this number is projected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/5093971400930347256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/5093971400930347256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/02/tango-for-life-treating-alzheimers-with.html' title='Tango for Life:  Treating Alzheimer&apos;s with the Ocho'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TVBi6Za1QrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Gm5GSNSM1DM/s72-c/gallery1_380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-3463126190660508594</id><published>2011-01-27T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:08:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Cold Call: Dispatch from the Hospice Front</title><summary type='text'>

Coming Home Hospice at 115 Diamond in San Francisco's Castro neighborhood.

You think that cold-calling a  potential employer during a recession is hard?  Then try this on for  comparison: the first day working at a hospice.

Firstly, I'll  clarify exactly what hospice is.  A hospice is a facility for the care of terminally ill patients who have been diagnosed  with six months or less to live.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/3463126190660508594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/3463126190660508594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/01/hardest-cold-call.html' title='The Hardest Cold Call: Dispatch from the Hospice Front'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TUIIpDYwc4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/bI4EWvg8BlU/s72-c/chh-frdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-5258469469418082147</id><published>2011-01-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:01:27.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'> I wish all of you a healthy and prosperous 2011.
Please note the following announcements:

As always, I support performing artists and educators, as they are often people who benefit greatly from Rolfing but are often discouraged by the price of bodywork.  This year, I am offering a special package for a reduced rate to complete a Rolfing 10-session series by July 31, 2011.  Please see here or  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/5258469469418082147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/5258469469418082147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TS_MX68iq_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/AyRHPA8Ijbk/s72-c/buddha+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-1856105269100171486</id><published>2010-11-29T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:21:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Individuals!</title><summary type='text'>
Happy Holidays!

The end of 2010 is nigh, and this year to commemorate 10 years of harboring questions in my Rolfing practice, I've put together a list of some of the common questions regarding the most burning topics of our lives:  exercise, diet, positive thinking, and relationships.

Questions like "What should I eat?", "What's the best form of exercise?", "How much alcohol should I drink?", </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/1856105269100171486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/1856105269100171486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/11/were-all-individuals.html' title='We&apos;re All Individuals!'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TPBW7WwiakI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RB-_qLNkgLI/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-6093302279975765086</id><published>2010-11-17T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:49:47.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Politics of the Wire Donkey</title><summary type='text'>
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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/6093302279975765086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/6093302279975765086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/11/politics-of-wire-donkey.html' title='The Politics of the Wire Donkey'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TOS1Hj-lOBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3OFKMaUlzn0/s72-c/Veloziped+Graz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-3044966243448309005</id><published>2010-10-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:13:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolfing in the News</title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone, I'm back a little early from my travels to Germany and China (i.e. the Espionage Tour) and wanted to update you on the recent news coverage about Rolfing in the past couple of weeks.

Rolfer Rey Allen was featured on October 6 in The New York Times in this article.  He talks about Rolfing being popular for younger people, but as many of my clients know, its appeal extends beyond </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/3044966243448309005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/3044966243448309005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/10/rolfing-in-news.html' title='Rolfing in the News'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-3576340968741360324</id><published>2010-09-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:42:28.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from the Road</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone from Berlin!

My clients have been informed that I will be out of my office from Sept 15, 2010, to Oct 20, 2010.  If you would like to contact me, please do so by email:  audreymei@gmail.com

Meanwhile, I wanted to give a sign of life from the road.  I stumbled upon this short YouTube interview with Leon Fleischer, the classical concert pianist who had lost the use of his right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/3576340968741360324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/3576340968741360324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/09/notes-from-road.html' title='Notes from the Road'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-956547810554820874</id><published>2010-08-10T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:41:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Massage for World Peace</title><summary type='text'>Head Massage for World Peace
"If everyone felt this good, we'd have World Peace."  

I've heard this from enough clients after the head and neck work, and, in my office in the Financial district, I've heard enough requests for head work to balance out daily stress that I've decided to make a limited offer for head sessions.

Widen perspective - Enables wiser decision-making
Increase head-space - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/956547810554820874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/956547810554820874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/08/head-massage-for-world-peace.html' title='Head Massage for World Peace'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TGGY32boiBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qflF2tum6Xs/s72-c/head-space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-4522968755527772382</id><published>2010-07-21T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:06:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ants Can Teach Us About Life</title><summary type='text'>  
What Ants Can Teach Us About Life
Especially now that we're slogging through a recession, we could really use any advice.  Better yet, free advice.  Even if it's from a silent, black, typically menacing member of society who only weighs 3 milligrams.

Aside from our present economy which is forcing many to develop new skill sets, and aside from the association of our wise critters with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/4522968755527772382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/4522968755527772382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-ants-can-teach-us-about-life.html' title='What Ants Can Teach Us About Life'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TEeBLJrW73I/AAAAAAAAAWA/gb3Khr1ZR5Y/s72-c/ant+black:white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-7065641963362351872</id><published>2010-07-09T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:02:56.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Neck and Formula One Racing</title><summary type='text'>
So this random guy at a bar was trying to get my attention last week and failing miserably until he said one thing that made my ears perk up:  "Did you know that Michael Schumacher does three hours of neck exercises every day?"

What?  Neck exercises?  My brain snapped out of stand-by mode and started making connections:  I had just seen a woman at her house last month who has been nearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/7065641963362351872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/7065641963362351872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-neck-and-formula-one-racing.html' title='Your Neck and Formula One Racing'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TDanlyX172I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/aRx3wrYQ6Ms/s72-c/Michael_Schumacher_Ferrari_2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-5365145384980038550</id><published>2010-07-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:14:07.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Subway Cellists</title><summary type='text'>  

Two Bach Suites, a Vivaldi Concerto, and some modern pizzicato improvisation... all for the price of a morning commute!  I have seen so many cellists busking in the BART stations that I started taking pictures of them.  Okay, so the last one is not a cello, but close enough...











</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/5365145384980038550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/5365145384980038550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/07/subway-cellists.html' title='The Subway Cellists'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TDYG8uWkNNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jP-NCVv_Byo/s72-c/DSCN7939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-6981613922599912889</id><published>2010-06-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:06:15.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of GOOOOOOOOOOAL!</title><summary type='text'>Argentinian-born sports commentator, Andrés Cantor 
We watch the World Cup in Spanish at home.  I understand very little of it.  My Costan Rican brother-in-law claims that in the US, sixty percent of Americans tune in to the World Cup in Spanish, while thirty percent prefer the British commentary, and a mere ten percent choose the American version.  I am still looking for Nielsen rating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/6981613922599912889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/6981613922599912889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/history-of-gooooooooooal.html' title='The History of GOOOOOOOOOOAL!'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TCP3w9BvAJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4o5Wndpie-c/s72-c/andre+cantor.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-975813789751150414</id><published>2010-06-22T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:12:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Touch Therapy</title><summary type='text'>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/975813789751150414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/975813789751150414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/healing-touch-therapy-what.html' title='Healing Touch Therapy'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-2460171658346346758</id><published>2010-06-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:38:38.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil vs. North Korea: Running Tips for the Supreme Dictatorship</title><summary type='text'>
(Dear readers:  Unfortunately, all the World Cup highlights have been removed due to copyright infringement.  The other links below are still working.)

To the North Korean team:  I have contacted your coach via his invisible phone to congratulate him for his team's success, and to share with him my observations that could improve your futbol techniques, based on last Tuesday's World Cup game </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2460171658346346758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2460171658346346758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/brazil-vs-north-korea-running-tips.html' title='Brazil vs. North Korea: Running Tips for the Supreme Dictatorship'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-2319090812188987332</id><published>2010-06-12T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:20:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga in San Francisco:  When Your Yoga Teacher has Cancer</title><summary type='text'> When Your Yoga Teacher has Cancer.
This first posting about Yoga in San Francisco is a personal one.  I returned from Berlin last May to the startling news that my favorite Iyengar yoga teacher, Karl Erb, was admitted into the hospital with cancer.  The initial diagnosis was terrifying:  intestinal cancer which had possibly spread to his lungs, a soft-tissue death sentence.  What a cruel dealing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2319090812188987332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2319090812188987332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/yoga-in-san-francisco-when-your-yoga.html' title='Yoga in San Francisco:  When Your Yoga Teacher has Cancer'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TBPd7Zzm9rI/AAAAAAAAATw/iZR6xv-HHOg/s72-c/buddha+half+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-8964587580486739180</id><published>2010-06-08T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:45:15.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Walküre at the San Francisco Opera :: Reflections on Roots</title><summary type='text'>
I was generously given a pass to last Sunday's open rehearsal of the SF Opera's Die Walküre, directed by Francesca Zambello, stage design by Michael Yeargan, and conducted by the Berlin-moonlighting maestro himself, Donald Runnicles.   Surprisingly, five hours went by quickly with this very entertaining production where the legend of Valhalla meets Banana Republic aviator chic.  Betrayal, murder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/8964587580486739180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/8964587580486739180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/die-walkure-at-san-francisco-opera.html' title='Die Walküre at the San Francisco Opera :: Reflections on Roots'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-1726456070310248689</id><published>2010-06-07T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:57:54.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Obviously, this handicapped access button was being used by others, too.
At the Stage Entrance to the War Memorial Opera House in San Francisco, where I went to the open rehearsal of Richard Wagner's Die Walküre last night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/1726456070310248689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/1726456070310248689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/obviously-this-handicapped-access.html' title=''/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TA2GcAnfGiI/AAAAAAAAATg/6L_zue6P1Ug/s72-c/DSCN7926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-2575741715583104889</id><published>2010-06-05T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:50:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Sometimes it's not clear where you are supposed to go until after wards.
After being submerged in a car-free European urban environment for the last four years, I am gradually re-acquainting myself with commuter life in America.  Even though Berlin is a full seven times larger in area than San Francisco, getting around the City by the Bay is surprisingly slow, complicated and costly.  One small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2575741715583104889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/2575741715583104889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/06/s-sometimes-its-not-clear-where-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/TArPqwaAVMI/AAAAAAAAATY/LuQ-xvlRFI4/s72-c/DSCN7884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516206270179516651.post-7276094752022205996</id><published>2010-05-06T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:51:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Gravity</title><summary type='text'> 
Welcome to Standard Gravity Blog!Notes on gravity in daily life.
Originally, I was unsure about the concept for my Rolfing website for Standard Gravity.  I was sure that I wanted it to be about gravity, but at the same time I was reluctant to create anything along the lines of the plethora of bodywork and healing websites that are out there.  I wanted something I could throw together quickly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/7276094752022205996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3516206270179516651/posts/default/7276094752022205996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standard-gravity.blogspot.com/2010/05/standard-gravity.html' title='Standard Gravity'/><author><name>audrey mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/766/1600/rolfingheadshot_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYQXP44gBr8/S-NI99RtSfI/AAAAAAAAATE/6b6KHlLOzYE/s72-c/standard+gravity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
