05-13-2008, 03:40 PM
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf
Six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinnin at my window
All I said was "come on in"
Don't murder me
I beg of you don't murder me
Please
don't murder me
The wolf came in, I got my cards
We sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades
but the cards were all the same
last night, there was a guest instructor at my shaolin class. gm zhou tao, a traditional master of shandong mantis, was one of the masters that came with jet li on the historic '74 white house tour, the second ever group of prc emissaries, right after the ping pong team. great lesson - i could barely follow it. this guy has lightening fast hands and all sorts of crazy fist techniques - brilliant traditional nasty fuck-you-up-bad moves - the best kind. the headmaster and one of the coaches are from chengdu. they gave me some terrifying secondhand reports. i wrote a letter for the coaches family - he's trying to bring his parents out of prc. he can afford to support them here better than there now. couldn't sleep at all last night. wound up watching jack black on leno plug kung fu panda. woke up groggy to find the sleepover for tara was canceled by the flaky single mom host, so stacy cannot come tonight. that sucks. that really sucks. not off to a good start. then i noticed that the bay to breakers is sunday - the last show - but that should be long done. still, i flashed back to the legendary ninja b-2-b run, as well as other time when i ran it dressed as a caribou. got to work and discovered that we are now doing a benefit show for the chengdu quake. the memorial day tournament is going to now do a benefit masters demo for quake victims. so i was just in a meeting at the official shaolin temple auto shop. i shit you not. the u.s. *official temple* is here in fremont. shaolin follows me like incense in old clothes now. it's a converted auto shop. well, not really converted. the training floor is in the old window display room of a used car lot. we had to cut through the lobby of the auto shop to get to the back room, where we did a short press release right smack in the middle of the first meeting to decide what to put in the press release. my master was there, and my boss and three others. oh, on the way there, i was driving my bosses fully loaded lexus and she told me to turn this way to get into the shaolin auto shop, which of course was the wrong way up a city street. i only went about 100 ft until i could turn off but scared the crap out of some other drivers. anyway, the bulk of the meeting was in mandarin, which meant i could only pick up fragments. am i mc-ing this whole damn show? maybe. i'll do it. i'm not that good on the mike on stage, but it's karma work and those jobs pay the best. now i got to put together this event during the phil run. plus i just got my official invite to the closing party, which starts at 11 pm on sunday. how is this place going to shut down? with big booming base, for sure. time to go... more tomorrow....
Six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinnin at my window
All I said was "come on in"
Don't murder me
I beg of you don't murder me
Please
don't murder me
The wolf came in, I got my cards
We sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades
but the cards were all the same
last night, there was a guest instructor at my shaolin class. gm zhou tao, a traditional master of shandong mantis, was one of the masters that came with jet li on the historic '74 white house tour, the second ever group of prc emissaries, right after the ping pong team. great lesson - i could barely follow it. this guy has lightening fast hands and all sorts of crazy fist techniques - brilliant traditional nasty fuck-you-up-bad moves - the best kind. the headmaster and one of the coaches are from chengdu. they gave me some terrifying secondhand reports. i wrote a letter for the coaches family - he's trying to bring his parents out of prc. he can afford to support them here better than there now. couldn't sleep at all last night. wound up watching jack black on leno plug kung fu panda. woke up groggy to find the sleepover for tara was canceled by the flaky single mom host, so stacy cannot come tonight. that sucks. that really sucks. not off to a good start. then i noticed that the bay to breakers is sunday - the last show - but that should be long done. still, i flashed back to the legendary ninja b-2-b run, as well as other time when i ran it dressed as a caribou. got to work and discovered that we are now doing a benefit show for the chengdu quake. the memorial day tournament is going to now do a benefit masters demo for quake victims. so i was just in a meeting at the official shaolin temple auto shop. i shit you not. the u.s. *official temple* is here in fremont. shaolin follows me like incense in old clothes now. it's a converted auto shop. well, not really converted. the training floor is in the old window display room of a used car lot. we had to cut through the lobby of the auto shop to get to the back room, where we did a short press release right smack in the middle of the first meeting to decide what to put in the press release. my master was there, and my boss and three others. oh, on the way there, i was driving my bosses fully loaded lexus and she told me to turn this way to get into the shaolin auto shop, which of course was the wrong way up a city street. i only went about 100 ft until i could turn off but scared the crap out of some other drivers. anyway, the bulk of the meeting was in mandarin, which meant i could only pick up fragments. am i mc-ing this whole damn show? maybe. i'll do it. i'm not that good on the mike on stage, but it's karma work and those jobs pay the best. now i got to put together this event during the phil run. plus i just got my official invite to the closing party, which starts at 11 pm on sunday. how is this place going to shut down? with big booming base, for sure. time to go... more tomorrow....
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