Bryan Kest Power Yoga

I recently came here again with my daughter for a class on Tuesday morning. I have gone into a lot of yoga places around town and have really wished that I had half an Oki Dog to put underneath the heater so that the people can sense my lack of approval for their phoniness. They may say namaste, but when you see how they treat the cleaning lady or fight you for a parking space over at Urth Cafe, it is enough to induce projectile vomiting. The people at Bryan Kest power yoga are for real. This is a seriously challenging, hardcore workout taught by people who are serene and willing to share true yoga with you. I am no expert on yogic philosophy and karma, but I don't think that studios that engage in litigation and attempt to assert ownership, dominion and control over yoga poses represent true yoga. While I have taken numerous classes at Bikram College of Indian Yoga including several from the man himself, I think his soul is filled with dog shit. In fact, I have know some people from the Indian Subcontinent and have formulated an opinion on doing business with Indians. They filter everything through the caste system, and if you are dealing with Indians who perceive that they are of a higher caste than you, they will treat you with a great deal of disdain and no respect whatsoever. Make no mistake about it folks, Bikram believes that he is better than you. In my lifetime, I have seen Santa Monica transform from a very compassionate and liberal place into one of the world's most gleaming examples of insidious capitalism. The workout in the class we took was intense. I felt like she encouraged us to utilize our core muscles and gave us a great 90 minute exercise session. I left feeling stretched out and relaxed. Reflecting on the 1970s, I remember the Rent Control Ordinance that was enacted here late in the decade. It is one of my very favorite pieces of legislation ever. It was such a powerful ordinance, that it made large apartment owners in Santa Monica exceedingly nervous and as mad as a hornet. One property owner, local lamprey Lawrence Kates and his partners Harvey and Dave Rosen owned the twin towers apartments on Ocean Ave and rather than being subjected to the ordinance, kept most of the units vacant. It took the property owners decades to water down the once stellar protection offered to renters in Santa Monica. I guess what I am trying to say is that there were a lot of hippies in Santa Monica during the 1970's and early 1980's and there were a lot of progressive thinkers around. People were more compassionate and it seemed like there was more spirit of brotherhood back then. Lots of women dressed in leg warmers and had a big unshaven bush. There were a bunch of Quaaludes and Thai Weed flowing, and to tell you the truth, I wish they would bring back the unshaven bush. A quaalude or two would be spot on too. By requesting a donation after class, Bryan Kest Power Yoga may just be the only remnant of that great era in a sea of soulless places like the Border Grill and Design Within Reach.