My job is not so bad...

[Drunk Monk]

I got schooled in staff combat today by Master Ma Wenguo. He’s one of those amazing Kung Fu renaissance dudes - a college professor, tcm doc, calligrapher, actor, traditional Chinese opera performer - master of so many skills of which I’d be happy to master one. And he speaks English okay. A Shaolin monk friend tipped me to ask about Mad Demon staff - a classic Shaolin form. I don’t know it but I know the subsidiary Yin hand staff (both are from a precedent treatise). My staff skills are competent - I’m no master but I can hold my own still - I’m a Shaolin disciple after all.  Man, this guy could move - blindingly fast and precise - and tremendous striking power. He was a police combat instructor too. He started showing me stuff and it got crazy. He caught me on my left pointer finger by accident - apologized immediately. I didn’t think much of it but now it’s swollen with a pin point red bruise ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF MY FINGER FROM WHERE HE HIT ME like some kind of weird mystic Qi strike. Sometimes that happens but I still trip out when I see it because it defies my medical understanding. Cool dude. I was racing to keep up with what he was saying and doing. He’s just a few years younger than me (I do relish when masters misjudge my age). And now his daughter is getting her masters at our Alma mater SJSU, so we’ll surely see more of him. 

Inspirational skills and wisdom. Honored to bear witness. Nothing like being in the presence of real Kung Fu. These are the perks.