So If You Don't Hear Back From Me, I Knocked Myself In The Head With The Tassle End:

"Auntie Wee, are you sure I didn't talk to you about doing a demo this Thursday? I could have swore we talked about you playing a weapon form..."

"No Sifu, we talked about me playing a weapon form for the test last month. But I can do one, I was in there practicing my Cern Ca Dao just a minute ago."

"Good, that's the one I want you to play."

"No, problem."

"Except I want you to play it with my sword..."

"Uhhhh....ok? I, uh, might need to start practing with it soon..."

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Sifu's sword? It looks like this:

Sunday Goals:

My, ahem, goal(s) for the upcoming week:

• Kickbox more
• Eat less sugar

Simple? We'll see.

I Promise, No Kool-Aid:

While I was at the wedding this summer, I was standing in line, talking with Gorrden when I noticed the beautiful indian woman and her husband in line in front of us. As is my habit, I looked down to check out her shoes and saw that she had on these fantastic beaded moccasins. The woman was increadibly shy, but when I complimented on her beautiful moccasins and asked her if I could take a picture of them she lit up and told me absolutely. I asked her if she had made them and she said no, that she hadn't been able to bead since she had had her stroke, and that her sister brought them back for her from Canada. She was very proud of the fact that they were moose hide.

Recently I have been wanting to explore my culture, to wrap myself up in it and relax down into it. I've been wanting to have something that I can call my own, something that I feel that I belong to. When I see moccasins like that, with the intricate beadwork, it makes me long for that cultural envelopment even more, but I get overwhelmed with the idea of where to start. As a Texan transplant with roots in Browning, Montana I think it might be hard for me to find a way to connect down here.

I realize that I could immerse myself in the culture of wherever I am at the time. That I could use my nomadic roots and rather than one culture, I could assimilate many and make them my own, but when you create something new or your own version of something you're still alone. You don't have a sense of community. So what do you do when you're not willing to join or start your own cult?

Whiter Than Sour Cream:

It is:

4" long, where
2" are brown, and
2" are white and shiney.

It is the newest grey hair I found today. The brown one that happened to grow out grey...

Point Your Finger and Make a Sound:

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Welcome NaBloPoMo!

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You know, the bribes of banana bread haven't worked and the not so subtle hinting has garnered absolutely no response. I believe the time to re-evaluate has come.

As I was driving last night I had an idea: why not switch it up a little, use some of that psychology I learned and paid am still paying for? And thusly came up with The Decree:

"Thou shalt not visit without first agreeing to a fully engaged night of The Boogie."

Rather than having some namby pamby open invitation just ligering out there forever, I've decided that any future visits will have the prerequisite of a mandatory night of rug-cutting.

Always aware in the back of your mind that you can come visit me whenever you want? Not any more. Now you will actually have to think about it and ask youself; "Do I have the verve to go out and shake it? Can I embrace the public sweating? Am I up for the challenge?"...

Yep, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell - when you gonna ring it?