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rinueI am a yellow belt in one of the foremost Kung Fu dojos in the world.
Val: "What the hell is an acetabula?"
Romie: "Val, don't ask me about acid tabs, I'm trying to write some kind of entry. Besides, you know I can hallucinate perfectly well on my own."
Preparing to make a midnight run for sushi and soymilk.
Prof. L______ very bearable today because he's drinking a lot of whiskey; claims it is for an imminent cold. It makes him mix up numbers; I mock him and get away with it.
Val: "I mean, who wants to be related to Kenyanthropus platyops?"
Romie: "Bunch of savages, I tell you."
(Val is studying for a biology exam. I'm more of a chemist, myself. Well, that and quantum physics. Not a big fan of memorization, you see.)
"Je suis un ane solitaire" -- I credit my ability to skip two semesters of French to Camus, Baudelaire, Dr. Richman, Prevert, and repeated watchings of Twin Peaks.
Prof. Warde pulled me aside after class to show me a sentence in a book on Japanese artwork and ask my opinion of the color gray. He said I seemed the sort of person who would know.
Coincidentally, he was right.
Val: "I love Mill."
Romie: "John Stuart? Yeah -- he was awesome."
Val: "It's like reading you, to a disturbing extent. You two rant about exactly the same things. I mean, I have passages highlighted."
What this has to do with biology, I don't pretend to know.
Sometimes you just have to let the world remain inscrutable.
[Conversation immediately after I post this entry:
Val: "What's the title of that entry?"
Romie: "Fuck -- did I even remember to put one. . . Oh, yeah. Disjoint."
Val: "You really do try not to make references to drug culture and I know that, but you really can't help it, can you?"
Romie: "What doesn't make a lot of sense is that I manage to be an eternal member of the drug culture without actually doing much in the way of drugs -- how often do you even see me drink?"
Val: "Look, even the little emoticon guy is smoking a joint. Face it: you're destined to be the eternal druggie, just like I have to be the slut. I even have the Gidget ponytail. Come on -- let's get sushi."]
Val: "What the hell is an acetabula?"
Romie: "Val, don't ask me about acid tabs, I'm trying to write some kind of entry. Besides, you know I can hallucinate perfectly well on my own."
Preparing to make a midnight run for sushi and soymilk.
Prof. L______ very bearable today because he's drinking a lot of whiskey; claims it is for an imminent cold. It makes him mix up numbers; I mock him and get away with it.
Val: "I mean, who wants to be related to Kenyanthropus platyops?"
Romie: "Bunch of savages, I tell you."
(Val is studying for a biology exam. I'm more of a chemist, myself. Well, that and quantum physics. Not a big fan of memorization, you see.)
"Je suis un ane solitaire" -- I credit my ability to skip two semesters of French to Camus, Baudelaire, Dr. Richman, Prevert, and repeated watchings of Twin Peaks.
Prof. Warde pulled me aside after class to show me a sentence in a book on Japanese artwork and ask my opinion of the color gray. He said I seemed the sort of person who would know.
Coincidentally, he was right.
Val: "I love Mill."
Romie: "John Stuart? Yeah -- he was awesome."
Val: "It's like reading you, to a disturbing extent. You two rant about exactly the same things. I mean, I have passages highlighted."
What this has to do with biology, I don't pretend to know.
Sometimes you just have to let the world remain inscrutable.
[Conversation immediately after I post this entry:
Val: "What's the title of that entry?"
Romie: "Fuck -- did I even remember to put one. . . Oh, yeah. Disjoint."
Val: "You really do try not to make references to drug culture and I know that, but you really can't help it, can you?"
Romie: "What doesn't make a lot of sense is that I manage to be an eternal member of the drug culture without actually doing much in the way of drugs -- how often do you even see me drink?"
Val: "Look, even the little emoticon guy is smoking a joint. Face it: you're destined to be the eternal druggie, just like I have to be the slut. I even have the Gidget ponytail. Come on -- let's get sushi."]
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part two
Date: 2001-10-19 09:35 am (UTC)So just in general, in any school, look for the following:
- a teacher you can respect
- a camaraderie between the students
- ettiquette
- no bullying (this is *damn* important. Some people get into the arts in order to beat up on others, and you don't want to be around them)
- a difficult promotion system, not because it's complicated, but because you have to know what you're doing. Some schools promote people very quickly so that they can get the belt testing fees. Sad, but true.
- a seriousness of purpose
- an art that makes external sense. If your up block only works in a school setting, and you couldn't use it to protect your face in a streetfight, then the block is no good.
that's about everything I can think of offhand. Lemme know if there's anything specific you want me to address.
-Romie