window to the past

I have to say, I think our minds are the oddest things. Seriously. I wrote this post little more than 2 weeks ago about how I just feel like I'm just the same dude I was when I was 6 years old and then a few days ago I had the exact opposite feeling. Fucking odd.

So, I hate facebook. I wasn't sure why, but that is another post for another time. But someone who I had not heard from for many years posted a photo of a group of us at burning man in '96. There I was, burned to a crisp, with my long dirty curly hair, painted black fingernails big bottle of booze in my hand.

Suddenly I was transported. I felt it like I had been zapped into a time machine. Just like that. It really started when the woman who posted sent me a message just saying hi. But she mentioned a motorcycle ride that we had taken together and how much she had enjoyed it. We were no item; I hadn't even kissed her, but I was hugely enamored of her at the time. Quite intimidated in fact.

But it got me to thinking about the time while I was there at the Man trying to do some tricks on the two stroke motorbike my friend had let me borrow. I had no idea at ALL of what I was doing, but I just wanted to try it. Wheelie, burn out, whatever. I was wearing no protection at all. At one point I went flying and scraped the fuck out of my arm. When I thought about it I realized how insane I was at the time. I couldn't even begin to think about doing something so dangerous now.

But it got me thinking about that time. Not too much. My memory sucks. But I could remember some of what went down during my trips to burning man and as I reviewed that dude, that guy who was out there doing that crazy shit, thinking/saying those crazy things I'm amazed. Just amazed about how fucking different I really am. I just wouldn't do most of the shit that I put myself through now. No. Fucking. Way.

Ah me. So what is it going to be? Am I the same? Am I different?

Finally

Yea. So, I'm finally done with my finals. Now I'm ready to start learning.

What a shitty semester. I did crap work. I feel like I'm just now ready to start kicking ass. I'm gonna have to figure out something to keep me focused. The last thing I want to do is start fucking off till the start of next semester.

I'm thinking of having my professor give me an assignment for me to do over break.

The Island of Misfit Toys: An optomitrist

The Island of Misfit Toys: An optomitrist

So I wrote about this a while ago. My kung fu teacher is having a hard time with this woman he is interested in and he has been asking me for advice about her. It is simply the most endearing thing I have ever experienced in my life.

We were supposed to get together at the studio tonight so I wanted to check in with him and called him up. After we got that out of the way there was the briefest of pauses. I asked him "is there something you want to tell me, sifu?" There was.

So, he needed to check in with me about the girl again. She is only texting him now. Are you interested in her? I asked him. Yes, definately. he said. So I told him to call her once a day until she responds and take her out. Make sure she knows you are interested I told him.

It is a touchy situation. He is extremely hesitant and unsure of himself. While I find this unbelievable, I also understand that if I am going to help him with this I am going to have to respect that he feels that way. I figure this woman just can't figure my sifu out cause he is being so ambiguous with her. The only way to know if there is anything there is for him to put himself out and deal with the consequences. I figure he is super strong he can handle it. She has already contacted him on her own to go out for dinner, so I figure she is interested too but just needs a stronger move from sifu.

It is interesting because I realize that I can not approach this the way that I would approach it myself. But I love having the opportunity to help out with this thing! It is really fun!

Who else needs relationship advice?!