Goodbye Yoga

As most of my loyal followers have been certain to notice, my personality has drastically changed over the last five months.  The wild, wandering ways that helped define my first thirty years have been replaced by a calmer, more deliberate Nicholas Shumaker.  Pictures like this have been set in the backseat of a bygone era:

While I'm a pretty remarkable person by every estimation, not dissimilar to Timothy Carey's lead character in the underexposed cult classic THE WORLD'S GREATEST SINNER, I for once can't assume full credit for this unlikely transformation.  Nope.  It was in the hands of the world's greatest (and most tolerant) yoga instructor, Rebecca Phillips.  Not only has she weather my histrionics and stomached all of the insults I grimace her way, she also guided me into perfect tree pose knowing that I'm pretty retarded on my left side.  For those looking for a similar transmutation, get in touch with her.  With my departure she has over four and half hours a week free for the next two plus months.