Wednesday, July 12, 2006
UPDATE: I am reliably informed by a learned Spitbull reader that the law at issue can be found here, and that there are First Amendment issues, contortion (contorting?, contortionism?) being arguably Constitutionally protected speech.
UPDATE II: I am reliably informed by Warrior Monk that Duluth is in fact in Minnesota, and that "it isn't bad at all," at least in the non-winter months.
UPDATE III: But I am still not informed, reliably or otherwise, what the flexible lady did to offend the local constabulary.
The only clue in the story--"She could touch her heel to her forehead"--creates more mystery than it clears up. Kee-rist, I can touch my heel to my forehead--I just did it, here at my desk. And if I can do it, anyone can (here I would link to your late lamented yoga post if you hadn't unconscionably deleted it). She must have gone way past that and done something really brazen and slutty, like touch her elbow to her navel or her finger to her ankle. It's just too bad that someone didn't touch a heel to the forehead of city licensing officer Steve LaTour.
You're touching your heel to your forehead at your desk?
Hold that pose! I want to see it.
I'll be upstairs in 2 minutes.
I just said that I could do it, not that I could hold it there for two minutes. What do you think I am, some kind of ostensibly obscene Iron Range contortionist?
I have given this article a lot of thought. (Really, too much thought.) I think that "she could touch her heel to her forehead" means that she can do so taking the long way, so to speak. You know, bending REALLY far backwards.