Hey all, I am bringing my teacher to NYC and wanted to shout out to you all about it! we at the temple have put him up at zaadz as well, http://pauliezink.zaadz.com/ below is the listing, Taoist Yoga NYC in partnership with City WingTsun and Temple of the Monkey announces the first NYC Taoist yoga seminar with Taoist Master Paulie Zink. All levels are welcome, workshop hours can be applied towards teacher certification by request. Date: November 3 & 4, 2007 Location: Battery Dance School 380 Broadway 5th flr New York, NY Register at: Temple of the Monkey Contact: Damon Honeycutt 860.729.0561 info@Templeofthemonkey.org http://www.templeofthemonkey.org/events.html

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