Since I was a student at U.C. Berkeley, I have always loved the restorative pleasure of a good massage. After a particularly taxing exam, I remember treating myself to an acupressure massage from a lovely hippie named Julie. While her studio was basic, with just a table and oils, she had magical hands and knew exactly where to apply pressure to relieve stress. Another place I visited frequently was San Francisco’s Japan-town. By the age of twenty, I was a devotee of acupressure and shiatsu massa...