Characters
Sitou (Lion heads)
Qilin
Long (Dragons)
Witches
-Spider demons
-Fox demons
-Crow demons
Lawyers
Palin
Bush
Obama
McCain
Suited Instructor-Masked demons
Imposter Monkey King
Monkey King sect
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Writings in Horse Stance
Effort.
Am I too lazy to put forth the effort?
To have hard bones about success?
I enjoy practising as opposed to studying, but I have not put forth the effort
to become something amazing. This should be able to happen with in a couple of years if I put my mind to it. Why can't I do it?
It is not that I do not have the time to practice. WHy don't I stay in horse stance all day long as I am now?
Of course I would constantly be sweating.
And work would be harder since brain function is inhibited by this stance if you are not used to it.
Yes I am having trouble typing.
I need to take a chunk of my life and truly focus on Kung Fu.
But this is not something easy.
It doesn't leave room for other things mentally.
Am I too lazy to put forth the effort?
To have hard bones about success?
I enjoy practising as opposed to studying, but I have not put forth the effort
to become something amazing. This should be able to happen with in a couple of years if I put my mind to it. Why can't I do it?
It is not that I do not have the time to practice. WHy don't I stay in horse stance all day long as I am now?
Of course I would constantly be sweating.
And work would be harder since brain function is inhibited by this stance if you are not used to it.
Yes I am having trouble typing.
I need to take a chunk of my life and truly focus on Kung Fu.
But this is not something easy.
It doesn't leave room for other things mentally.
Monday, September 22, 2008
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I know. So why don't we just wait to see how you feel this weekend, or whenever it is that you have time.
Technically Groton is one of these "Special things", But probably you don't see it that way.
So was the Lake house retreat (your thing which you dis-invited me too).
So was any lion dance I invite you to.
So is dinner, when either of us cooks. Neither of those situations have ever really ended pleasantly either.
You don't see it that way, but I do.
That was one of the reasons why I only thought this relationship would work when you mentioned you would want to do Kung Fu. Not that you would be willing to, that you wanted to.
That we could watch lion dance vids together, etc.
But I am getting sidetracked.
You said you'll go to this Groton event, but do you want to? To look at paintings together, like a date.
If it is a favor, then forget it because you will be tired and feel unappreciated at the end of it.
I need to know sooner rather than later because it affects my plans for getting to the performance and what I will perform. I have to begin performing at 7:00pm. The school is about an hour or so away, with rush hour traffic it can take longer. Come to think of it, let's just make it like this. I'm going to go by myself. I can give you the address of the school if you want to meet me there. That way you don't have a responsibility to go. But you are still more than welcome to.
The only time things have worked are when we happen to be hanging out and then we go to this place or that place (led by you, and not following my lead) This happened in the beginning and last week. (despite what you say about this week being bad.) You do your thing and I follow. Then eventually you say you want me to call shots or something. I call them, things will go well. But then you will get upset about something. Pick anything, and then I have to go to what you want to do, but you don't know.
You will be busy every day this week. That's life.
You will be busy studying on the weekend. That is also life.
If one of the two mornings or nights of the weekend you want to go out, or want me to come over to hang out, then call me up and we can hang out.
Technically Groton is one of these "Special things", But probably you don't see it that way.
So was the Lake house retreat (your thing which you dis-invited me too).
So was any lion dance I invite you to.
So is dinner, when either of us cooks. Neither of those situations have ever really ended pleasantly either.
You don't see it that way, but I do.
That was one of the reasons why I only thought this relationship would work when you mentioned you would want to do Kung Fu. Not that you would be willing to, that you wanted to.
That we could watch lion dance vids together, etc.
But I am getting sidetracked.
You said you'll go to this Groton event, but do you want to? To look at paintings together, like a date.
If it is a favor, then forget it because you will be tired and feel unappreciated at the end of it.
I need to know sooner rather than later because it affects my plans for getting to the performance and what I will perform. I have to begin performing at 7:00pm. The school is about an hour or so away, with rush hour traffic it can take longer. Come to think of it, let's just make it like this. I'm going to go by myself. I can give you the address of the school if you want to meet me there. That way you don't have a responsibility to go. But you are still more than welcome to.
The only time things have worked are when we happen to be hanging out and then we go to this place or that place (led by you, and not following my lead) This happened in the beginning and last week. (despite what you say about this week being bad.) You do your thing and I follow. Then eventually you say you want me to call shots or something. I call them, things will go well. But then you will get upset about something. Pick anything, and then I have to go to what you want to do, but you don't know.
You will be busy every day this week. That's life.
You will be busy studying on the weekend. That is also life.
If one of the two mornings or nights of the weekend you want to go out, or want me to come over to hang out, then call me up and we can hang out.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Lands of the Subconscious
Chapter 1. Lands of the Subconscious
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
The lion, if you could call it a lion, extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion head into the water up to his shoulders. The heat eased away from his neck. He sucked in water and lifted his head spurting clouds of mist in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced, trotting along the waters once more.
He shook himself dry and paused a moment, staring at his reflection. His many colored body shown bright, glimmering and changing, dancing over his body. A mirror like talisman on his head shot its own light forth, above it his majestic horn curved forward.
Suddenly motion in the distance, a hint of noise, his head jerks up to see many horned lions running, flying over the water and past him, up into the air to descend beyond into a valley in the distance. The lion followed in flight.
Closer and closer into an abyss of a valley. His energy began to cave in on itself, as if becoming weaker but more real in a sense. He flew into darkness, and he realzied there was another like him, in the heard, mirroring him. A shadow version of himself. But no it was of its own origin. It seemed young and yet older than the entire heard at the same time. They danced around each other and were suddenly completely absorbed into darkness.
Chapter 2. Win.
-Win was a very carefree child with a loving mother. A love that oozed right out of the baby pictures. He pranced into the Kung Fu school in yellow sweats and a striped shirt with the Golden Arches on it. I would find out later that his mother did indeed work at McDonalds.
Win would say, "My mom, when she works the cash register and she just says whatever she says and those white people don't understand what she's saying but she just don't care!"
But this was before that. Befor he even spoke English. He pranced into the school and sat down next to me and proceeded to make blow rasberries into his arm. First quietly, and then louder. He then grabbed my arm and signalled me to do the same. When I feigned ignorance he grabbed my arm and proceeded to blow rasberries into my arm.
-Win followed us to every lion dance his grandfather went to, observing the head, observing the drumming, causing trouble, swearing in Chinese. He talked with the American patients and then ask us what the hell it was they were saying. Eventually English became his first language, and Drumming and Lion Dance became more a part of him than they were a part of Chinese culture.
-His first time out on New Years he stripped down to a T-shirt in sub zero temperatures. Part of my toe staued white for months after that day. But he wasn't cold at all, doing lion dance the whole day. His mother took his coat over to him but he shook his head in big motions and continued to do lion dance.
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
The lion, if you could call it a lion, extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion head into the water up to his shoulders. The heat eased away from his neck. He sucked in water and lifted his head spurting clouds of mist in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced, trotting along the waters once more.
He shook himself dry and paused a moment, staring at his reflection. His many colored body shown bright, glimmering and changing, dancing over his body. A mirror like talisman on his head shot its own light forth, above it his majestic horn curved forward.
Suddenly motion in the distance, a hint of noise, his head jerks up to see many horned lions running, flying over the water and past him, up into the air to descend beyond into a valley in the distance. The lion followed in flight.
Closer and closer into an abyss of a valley. His energy began to cave in on itself, as if becoming weaker but more real in a sense. He flew into darkness, and he realzied there was another like him, in the heard, mirroring him. A shadow version of himself. But no it was of its own origin. It seemed young and yet older than the entire heard at the same time. They danced around each other and were suddenly completely absorbed into darkness.
Chapter 2. Win.
-Win was a very carefree child with a loving mother. A love that oozed right out of the baby pictures. He pranced into the Kung Fu school in yellow sweats and a striped shirt with the Golden Arches on it. I would find out later that his mother did indeed work at McDonalds.
Win would say, "My mom, when she works the cash register and she just says whatever she says and those white people don't understand what she's saying but she just don't care!"
But this was before that. Befor he even spoke English. He pranced into the school and sat down next to me and proceeded to make blow rasberries into his arm. First quietly, and then louder. He then grabbed my arm and signalled me to do the same. When I feigned ignorance he grabbed my arm and proceeded to blow rasberries into my arm.
-Win followed us to every lion dance his grandfather went to, observing the head, observing the drumming, causing trouble, swearing in Chinese. He talked with the American patients and then ask us what the hell it was they were saying. Eventually English became his first language, and Drumming and Lion Dance became more a part of him than they were a part of Chinese culture.
-His first time out on New Years he stripped down to a T-shirt in sub zero temperatures. Part of my toe staued white for months after that day. But he wasn't cold at all, doing lion dance the whole day. His mother took his coat over to him but he shook his head in big motions and continued to do lion dance.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Si
Lands of the Subconscious
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
Si extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion like head into the water up to his shoulders soaking his horn which steamed and then cooled. He sucked in water and lifted his head. He spurt the water in clouds in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced walking on the water again, shook himself dry.
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
Si extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion like head into the water up to his shoulders soaking his horn which steamed and then cooled. He sucked in water and lifted his head. He spurt the water in clouds in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced walking on the water again, shook himself dry.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Pie and tea
Crumb cake blue berry pie and Sweet Chrysanthemum tea
Drunk with last night’s lustful eyes and sweet soft cries.
On western antique couches autumn sunlight falls gently
Immortal loves without care or work, into gold light we rise.
Drunk with last night’s lustful eyes and sweet soft cries.
On western antique couches autumn sunlight falls gently
Immortal loves without care or work, into gold light we rise.
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